<?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-3874174790807002629</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:26:52.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Lunch Club</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7040735262286672367</id><published>2008-03-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T07:56:58.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new blog</title><content type='html'>This blog is now closed, the new blog is at www.Iamalittlecheesezard.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The blog shall still be open with it's posts for the memories it has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Con te Partiro, FLC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7040735262286672367?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7040735262286672367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7040735262286672367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7040735262286672367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7040735262286672367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blog.html' title='The new blog'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-850809035923283064</id><published>2008-03-01T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:58:45.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell FLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Greetings all my loyal FLC members, today as you can see from the title that I've made a tremendous decision. Yes, I'm gonna create my own blog and FLC is stopping, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There are several reasons for this sudden decision. First of all it's a class blog so I feel quite weird posting my own stuff on it... especially when it seems like I'm the only one making an attempt to keep the blog alive. Anyway, I understand most of you are busy people so yeah, we rarely have time to blog at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Second, I can't even continue FLC in my new JC. For one thing, my class end at 5 on friday and as I'm taking lit, it's extremely hard to coordinate as I have different lessons and timetables from my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thirdly and most importantly, the class blog seems dead. I really can't describe it any other way, it's like a magnet slowly losing its attraction. Just look at our tagboard, empty, lonely, without a soul. Now that we're separated, it's hard to talk and connect, it's as if we're all going our own ways. Yes, we keep in touch if we're in the same jc, but even so... those in different jcs seem to be difficult to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think FLC and brought many pleasant memories to us, to me, to the whole of 4c. I will never forget the times that we've shared together as a class, the retarded actions, the agent personas that we took on in a bid to entertain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-850809035923283064?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/850809035923283064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=850809035923283064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/850809035923283064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/850809035923283064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/03/farewell-flc.html' title='Farewell FLC'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6229630275573002956</id><published>2008-02-22T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:08:11.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100101010100</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    The title was just some random nonsense to catch your attention but if you're reading this post it must have done it's job =). Anyway since you're here feel free to read on hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is just to update you guys on my jc life, not like there's much else to talk about other than the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I BOUGHT A PS3 OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG IT'S DAMN BLOODY FUN BUT I HAVE NO TIME TO PLAY IT. Ok i'm done. So far I only Time Crisis 4 but with all the extra shit it's gonna take quite awhile before i'm sick of it. Plus i have that gay gun which makes it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just realized that little kids still annoy the hell out of me. Maybe I'm a loveless creature but there's something about that random running and screaming and not caring about others that make you wanna slap them... Plus I'm like a little kid myself so I don't need constant reminders. I don't need 10000000 Joels running around being little brats. THAT'S MY JOB. Ok but I've toned down in JC hahahaha. Next time when I have kids it's probably because I forgot to use preventive measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    JC life is getting busier by the week and there are new classmates coming in. Well they seem like nice people so it shouldn't be a problem mixing around. Now that Jasmine has gone to AJ ( she appealed there... not kena rejected like SI CHENG HAHAHAHAHAA), our group of 3 has dropped to a group of 2... if you could consider that a group in the first place. Lectures are getting more and more complicated aka more and more boring so I'll probably have to put in some of my own effort to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hopefully that 4c gathering wasn't the last one for the year and I'm sure you guys can MAKE time to have another reunion during the March Hols. Yes, you freakin MJ muggers, I said MAKE time. Stop doing your tutorials man, almost no one in my class does them... especially not in advance. Well I'm done ranting like a mad man here on the blog, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6229630275573002956?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6229630275573002956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6229630275573002956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6229630275573002956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6229630275573002956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/02/100101010100.html' title='100101010100'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5316209171033367539</id><published>2008-02-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:41:04.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Rat</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was at the escalator (exiting the City Hall MRT)&lt;br /&gt;when I heard someone shriek very loudly. For one wild moment, scenes of robbery, assaults , dudes with guns and swords from movies flashed through my mind...only to see a RAT scampering down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;Caused quite a bit of commotion .Then it scampered onto some woman's feet, who jumped in hysteria, resulting in the poor rodent flying and landing on my feet (cuddly and furry feeling for a few secs) before scampering off again. In addition,the escalator was heading &lt;b&gt;upwards&lt;/b&gt; while the poor rodent was heading &lt;b&gt;downwards&lt;/b&gt;. The poor lil rodent on the treadmill thus scampered on and on for quite a while, sending more ladies ( and several guys) into states of hysteria and brought about quite abit of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Year of the Rat indeed . HAHAHAHAHA !!! Hilarious day.&lt;br /&gt;Not intending to be mean, but the expressions on some their faces...HAHHAHHAHHAHA !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this shalt be my second feeble attempt to revive the blog)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5316209171033367539?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5316209171033367539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5316209171033367539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5316209171033367539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5316209171033367539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-rat.html' title='Year of the Rat'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3445731792889587425</id><published>2008-02-08T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:02:27.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th post! Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Yo guys, members of the FLC, all of 4c and any visitors to this blog. This is the 100th post of our blog. Let's commemorate it with pride haha. FLC has certainly come a long way since our humble beginnings in April 2007, a random and spontaneous "CCA" appeared out of the blue ever since the president ( Ahem ahem) went out every friday for lunch with his friends. Well, it was convenient last time since I had physics tuition with 2 other classmates so the others will just tag along and eat lunch. Now even though we don't do it AS often, it's still fun and good. Just spend more time each time we meet hahaha. Looking foward to the class reunion on monday! I dun think all the teachers can make it but the thing is that 4c is gonna be together again haha =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway CNY has been pretty fun, my parents have already been nice this year so I don't mind them taking all my ang paos. The fact is that they give out the money as well, so it's only fair that they get it back. Anyway for the eve and the first day I spent quite alot of time at the arcade, completed Time Crisis 3 and 4 again for some nostalgia... I realize I could recite their lines by heart already haha. Anyway didn't spend much at the arcade... until I blew my money on House of the Dead 4 again today... haha I'm not very good at that game yet =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went Jocelyn's house today with Jasmine... was very complicated at the first with lots of change in timings and confirming and reconfirming and traveling but it all fell in place haha. I have to admit it was quite fun la, since I rarely go my friend's house on CNY. At first we were finding something to do like watch a movie or something, but we realized that they were all disc covers ( aka no disc inside)... so we anyhow channel surf for awhile. Then we started to go on the laptop and surf friendster, look at Jocelyn's year book and start commenting on whether the person is "chio" or not lol. Spent like 3-4 hours at her house doing that and it was surprisingly fun. Like just talk and stuff our faces with goodies... Her room is very nice... especially her powerpuff girl bed which I chose not to take a picture of or she'll probably eat... I mean kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's basically the end of my CNY lor... mostly quite fun la it's one of the best I've had so far. Looking forward to the reunion on mon guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3445731792889587425?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3445731792889587425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3445731792889587425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3445731792889587425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3445731792889587425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-post-haha.html' title='The 100th post! Haha'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1449785958115354676</id><published>2008-02-05T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:40:32.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtitles</title><content type='html'>a feeble attempt to revive the blog. so here's a vid to kill a few mins of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVCvthr95io&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVCvthr95io&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1449785958115354676?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1449785958115354676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1449785958115354676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1449785958115354676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1449785958115354676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/02/subtitles.html' title='Subtitles'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6957783004388963646</id><published>2008-02-02T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:07:50.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLOG IS NOT DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Due to overwhelming response on the tagboard that the blog is dead, it isn't. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No duh of course not. If my posts were really becoming that short then the blog really IS dead. Anyway I've been so busy the past few days and coming home late so I don't really have the time to even use the computer and when I do use the computer half of the time i just watch a bunch of lame shows then go to sleep. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    JC life is like super busy la I'm sure those in MJ would agree due to the heavy workload they seem to have. Everytime cannot go out one... basket then complain the blog is dead... YOU SHALL BURN IN HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So for the past few days this is what I've done in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First, we painted a banner with Por Yee showing off his opera skills and singing Phantom of the Opera so loudly that Subra got pissed off. Hi five Por yee lol. Later we went to Thaipan to eat dinner, there were like only 8 ppl and I reached home at 1030+. Instant KO on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday, I went to my grandmother's house after school and school ended around 530 and was after P.E. VJ P.E is damn hiong one they make sure all your muscle groups get beaten up so I was super exhausted. The initial plan was for my mother to fetch me there but since she was waiting for my sis to be dismissed ( the girl who doesn't call if she comes 2 hours later). I was persuaded by Jocelyn to take 36 and go to city hall THEN change to Dhoby Ghaut THEN go to serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Allow me to quote her exact words, " Take 36 very fast one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway that's what we did, and we stopped at Marina Square. So there's only the two of us and we're not exactly familiar with the place. We entered Marina and came into a cross road... spliting 3 directions. So Jocelyn said with confidence that we should go that way... guess what... it's the wrong way! Walk all the way to the end and we had to walk back lol. Of course I chose the correct path next... but a 50/50 chance of getting it right isn't really something to boast about. Let's say I left school about 545, I only reached my grand mother's house at around 745 lol. But at least it was pretty fun, keep talking about lame stuff.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    So when I finally reached home at about 1030, another instant KO. Really no time to do anything la i mean... I didn't even touch the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    By the way I'm planning to run for SC aka Student's Council. I'm sure I'll be a great help to all the people in VJ. After all, my secondary school CCA records clearly reflect this. HAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    P.S let's have class outing soon you busy little #!@$@#!$s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6957783004388963646?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6957783004388963646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6957783004388963646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6957783004388963646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6957783004388963646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-is-not-dead.html' title='THE BLOG IS NOT DEAD'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2357885589845394207</id><published>2008-01-24T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:36:32.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O levels are offically history!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Today has been a great day for me... maybe not for the whole class but I can quite safely say that most of the people in my class were happy with their results. I was super gloomy at the start, just couldn't stop thinking about results... pulling a long face all day when I came to school. Sorry guys, was really nervous =). Praise God for the results though, usually I don't bring religion into my posts but this time it was really a miracle that I pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unexpected grade was from History/Elec... Those in my class would know that in History I'm either sleeping, daydreaming or simply ponning all the extra lessons. For O's I only studied one chapter each and was "freestyling" during the exam aka writing nonsense lol. But when I saw the slip I got stunned... A1... maybe the markers were on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the best part is that I get to stay with my beloved class! Haha really like them, didn't know we could grow so close in such a short time span. Sorry S53, you're just gonna have to endure me for another 2 years. Oh yeah! Anyway had a great class outing with them yesterday (Wednesday), but the start up was pretty screwed up haha. Everyone said meet at 530 but we ended up waiting till 630. Then actually we're supposed to meet Jasmine and Jocelyn at Potong Pasir but we made them go all the way to Paya Lebar. Sorry girls, we're just fickle minded =). Anyway everything went great from there, had dinner and went to Jun Ren's house to watch Blades of Glory... I only like it because it has I don't wanna miss a thing =). But the thing is that we spent time together and it was FUN. The main thing is that it was FUN. I think we took quite a bit of photos too. Tsk tsk tsk... cam whores =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On a sidenote, it was extremely challenging for me to take photos of Jasmine and Jocelyn. Half of the time Jocelyn would say stuff like "OMG my hair looks like shit", the other half of the time would be Jasmine saying " Retake, the photo not nice one...". The best part when they wanted me to take a photo of them jumping, they said "HEY WHY YOU NEVER TAKE THE LEGS" lol it was super funny la. After 6 tries, we still couldn't get it right. If I took the legs the head will not be in the pic if I don't take the legs it'll look weird... man life is tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that all of us can remain in VJ... our class has given me some good memories already and it's only the first month. To those that didn't get their expected results, don't worry O levels isn't the end. It's just the beginning and I'm sure you can bounce back in A levels. Work hard and don't give up because no matter what life still goes on. Wish everyone the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2357885589845394207?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2357885589845394207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2357885589845394207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2357885589845394207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2357885589845394207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-levels-are-offically-history.html' title='O levels are offically history!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8481995844738354956</id><published>2008-01-23T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:50:43.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been quite a while since Ive been here. Well, as we all should know, tomorrow's the big day and there will be alot of laughter and sadness in the hall. Just wanna say that, whatever we all get, let us not forget the amazing experience of our sec4 class which is genuine and classic =D itll be the first time in a long while that I will take 76 back to VS to see the East side again. How very different the East is from the North! hc and bron will agree most willingly. Kevin, i lost alot of the videos we took throughout the year, can you send the files over msn or sth? or YouSendIt la. whichever will do lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... jc's life quite different from sec sch life i still feel. i will see you all tmr =) will b prayin for our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sloth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8481995844738354956?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8481995844738354956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8481995844738354956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8481995844738354956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8481995844738354956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-quite-while-since-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3650000929623666926</id><published>2008-01-15T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T04:03:39.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rise of a new Superhero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    The earth is in grave danger....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    The enemies are plentiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Who will rise to stop the Earth from falling into a path of inevitable destruction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When evil appears, naturally a hero will arise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The cries of Mother Earth have been heard by one man...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    They call him... The Green Monitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Cue heroic sounding music right now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We all know that The GM has humble backgrounds... he was a normal man at first, when he was unwittingly sabotaged by two of his trusted friends to take part in a sick experiment that gave him his super powers. These powers, if abused, might cause the destruction of the Earth - which is why he has vowed never to use his powers for personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In the year 2008, the Earth is facing a desperate crisis... Oil prices are sharply rising, scarce resources are disappearing rapidly, global warming is becoming a serious issue and the economy is headed towards a deep plunge. Only one man can salvage this situation... The GM. He works hard daily to try and make the Earth a better place, cleaning up after others with a servant's heart, all for the sake of the people. He blends in easily with the others in an institution called Victoria Junior College... none know of his secret identity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One fine day in his classroom, V37, the class was dismissed after a CT session... But there was some serious trouble in the air...literally. The air-cons were not switched off! How ridiculous! The GM realised that the lights were still using up 240 volts per second... What a waste of resources! What a significant amount of destruction this school was causing by wasting electricity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With his lightning fast fingers, the GM quickly pushed all the switches till everything was off. Cartwheeling to the air-con controller, he deftly lifted it up while somersaulting to the front of the air-cons and pushing the power button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Dee Dee!" , the air-cons gave one final sigh and gave up their evil plots to ruin the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And once again, the day is saved, thanks to the GM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3650000929623666926?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3650000929623666926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3650000929623666926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3650000929623666926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3650000929623666926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/rise-of-new-superhero.html' title='The Rise of a new Superhero...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7310035207124918029</id><published>2008-01-11T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:05:00.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SECOND most embarassing thing in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Well school life seems to be picking up already... not as boring as before if you have someone to talk to of course. Today during our long break we went to parkway to have lunch... sounds familiar doesn't it? Just reminds of FLC, though we're still not as close in my new class - dun worry, we'll have 2 years to get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How many times have we stepped down the stair way to B1 of parkway together in 4c?&lt;br /&gt;    How many times have we made a racket on the buses, joking around and suanning each other?&lt;br /&gt;    How many times have we argued about what to eat and stand around in the middle of no where for like 15 minutes before going to the foodcourt... again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Good memories flashed through my mind... a little sadness, but good memories none the less. Hopefully we'll have another 23 FLC members ( heh heh that's my class strength btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, coming to our headlines for this post... the second most embarassing thing I have ever done ( the list just keeps building itself doesn't it?).&lt;br /&gt;    We were playing some weird 50 cent game, like those ice breaker games in our class, when I lost and had to do a forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The forfeit is pure torture... I can't believe they actually thought of such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Firstly, I had to go up to a random girl in the school canteen ( which is really crowded by the way).&lt;br /&gt;    Then, I have to pretend to trip and fall in front of the girl...&lt;br /&gt;    Now this is the "best" part, I have to tell her in the face, " I fell for you"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Damn corny right? But apparently my classmates had fun watching... clap so loud somemore... I'm not the kind to say cheesey lines you know =). I think I'm gonna dig a hole in the floor and put my head in the next time I see the girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    P.E is torture by the way... especially after receiving inside info from JOCElyn ( pronounced JOYCE-lyn for some odd reason) that the teacher was biased towards males zzz. Must do some commando push up thing until my muscles ached when I came back... better pass my mock test then I won't have to attend P.E... heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway FLC members, there's a meeting on Sun night if you guys are free to come. 7pm meeting at City Hall MRT! Will send out smses in case no one reads the blog anymore T_T. Hope to see you guys there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7310035207124918029?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7310035207124918029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7310035207124918029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7310035207124918029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7310035207124918029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-most-embarassing-thing-in-my.html' title='The SECOND most embarassing thing in my life'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8062779209781741194</id><published>2008-01-10T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:52:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Sigh it's back to books and lessons in VJC. I wouldn't say everything is boring but majority of the lessons are... (SURPRISE!) Let's have a little competition for most boring lesson so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In third place... MATH lecture! Yes, sitting in an air conditioned room lulls you into sleep, but it's ultimately the lecturer that determines your level of lethargy on that day... this lesson is the most boring in the aspect that it is the most plain. Take notes -&gt; Sit -&gt; Copy stuff on board-&gt; Attempt to keep eyes open. Very standard procedure, probably a one way ticket to the land of Zs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In second place... PHYSICS lecture! I think it's a known fact that lectures are like "the sleeping place". Our physics teacher might not be boring, but his voice is pretty droney and the only thing that is able to keep us awake is the occasional lame jokes that he makes. Kinda reminds me of Mr Koh in secondary 3 though... But being in a state of " I want to sleep but cannot sleep" is far more torturing than simply sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally... the best of the best... the boring of the boring... PHYSICS PRACTICAL! Yes, you heard me... PRACTICAL. Funny thing is... the teacher was teaching theory in the practical lab. Interesting isn't it? NOT. He took a full one hour to teach us about how many sig figs we should use. He's quite an entertaining character though i spotted like 5 of my classmates being KOed. He says he's gonna think of an example... stones for like 10 minutes till one guy asks " Sir, what are we doing now?". Lol pwned. Physics prac is a definite no-no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sure most of you expected Chinese to be in there somewhere, shockingly ( and sadly), it isn't THAT boring. It was pretty interesting in fact, the teacher was pretty lax with us though she looks strict. She wears her glass on tip of her nose, like those intimidating old grannies but still... don't judge a book by it's cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ah well, late days, boring lectures, massive amount of homework... that's all part of JC life. At least I'm starting to know my classmates better, just have to give it some time I guess. Hopefully 4c will still keep in contact and I'll be waiting to see you guys on the day of results! Though it might not be a joyous occasion for some ( personally I have some reservations as well), but let's try our best to celebrate our reunion. Crying is ok, as long as you pick yourself up on the way again. Can't wait to see you guys =)!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8062779209781741194?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8062779209781741194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8062779209781741194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8062779209781741194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8062779209781741194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/work-work.html' title='Work Work'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8894823525565184696</id><published>2008-01-05T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:50:39.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Ah... School has finally started... after a whole lot whining and complaining about having nothing to do during the holidays, we've returned to the place where we first started. Now we're probably gonna spend the whole of the school term complaining that there's too much work and there should be more holidays. What a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Orientation is near its end and I have to say I was wrong to judge it by it's first day. VJ's orientation rocks! Let me give you a summary of the progress of my orientation period up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1st day: I was a stone. Seriously. Just not used to approaching strangers and making the first move so I was really quiet. Our OGLs were probably at their wits end trying to make us interact with one another. I kinda went home feeling sian... didn't want to go for the second day. I was wrong. I made the right move by attending the second day because it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2nd day: People were starting to open up. Though we're still not very close, I think that we're starting to know each other better and socialising more. That obviously means more fun and stuff. Mostly mixing with Nicholas, Melphin, Zhen Zhi, Deborah and Audrey. They helped make the day better. People who know me knows that I talk alot of crap =). Dancing was fun... but I feel kinda bad for my partner heh heh. Sorry but I'm just a lousy dancer. Jia Xin usually stops me from ponning but thanks to her I had quite alot of fun. Highlight of the day: 1st day, majority say can go OGL dinner, in the end it was cancelled because only 3 people could make it. GG all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3rd day: Too much mass dancing results in body aching. But still I pity the MJ people more, they're dismissed at 8-9pm everyday. Water games were... not really as "watery" as I expected. Got intro-ed to my form class which is pretty stony. Hopefully that'll change. Not much to say about the 3rd day. Skits and stuff were really comical and interesting. Lots of lame jokes flying around also like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1) What's the most high ranking ant?            Ans: Import-ant. ( Err...)&lt;br /&gt;  2) What's the heaviest noodles?            Ans: One-ton mee ( Wantan mee) ( Um......)&lt;br /&gt;  3) Why the lightning strike the tree?             Ans: Because it is suay (sway) (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Fun stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today was the dance at suntec, felt that the OG dinner had quite a nice atmosphere. Everyone was joking around and having fun... kinda like FLC. But the distribution was a little sexist... Girls have one table and Guys have one table. NOT HEALTHY!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It rained heavily during the dance and we were all soaking wet. But it only made it more enjoyable due to the fact that we still stayed to dance the night away. Choo Choo trains were made and shouting the most ridiculous things. Imagine a whole group of guys shouting "Cedar rocks!" ... O right that was my train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, FLC should probably resume if we are able to coordinate our schedules. But I think we're gonna have to settle for dinner instead because it'll be quite hard for everyone to make it. So we'll make arrangements later on. Probably won't be a weekly affair anymore haha. But don't worry, just keep in contact. Very tired now, see ya next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8894823525565184696?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8894823525565184696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8894823525565184696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8894823525565184696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8894823525565184696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientation-power.html' title='Orientation power'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5600046595427595781</id><published>2007-12-31T03:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:41:29.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown (Real one la...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Today's Featured Music shall be the Final Countdown ( Surprise!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2007, I walked into the class with my heart beating rapidly, my feelings in turmoil. How will things begin... How will things end... Will our friendships improve... And how strict is this new form teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The answers are crystal clear now as the last few hours of the year tick by... Why am I alone here in my home typing... shouldn't I be out with my friends treasuring the last trickle of 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Is there a need to? No, the year has been fruitful enough, the memories have been  etched deeply in my mind... times of fun, joy, tears, laughter, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Here's a basic timeline of 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Jan: Well, we're still mostly mixing with our own cliques. I'm somewhat of a clique hopper so i just go here and there to talk and joke about. Things were normal, and our class wasn't as united yet. The presence of a new form teacher was a little stifling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Feb: Slowly, we start to get used to our form teacher and the class starts to get more relaxed, more warm and comfortable. The year is still early, most of us were slacking, thinking that O levels is still a full 8 months away. Funny how it seemed so long ago to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    March: A one week holiday, the class starts to bond together even more. Activities were held but no class activities yet. There were cliques talking to one another more often and the lines between the cliques between our class start to blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    April: Haha, probably the month where the class was becoming more and more like a country club. We spent our time playing chapteh, fake table tennis, and even soccer! This was also the month where FLC was born. Quite memorable indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    May: The class is still in the country club mode but we have been severely handicapped as the teachers are stopping us from playing retarded games in class. Chaptehs were confiscated mercilessly, the table tennis bats were kept by the teachers ( though i suspect they were using it to play table tennis in the staff room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    June: Holidays again! This time a very long one indeed! The thing is... we had to come back to school pretty often anyway so it wasn't really a holiday. Prelims were nearing and people were starting to panic. Funny how we still had our FLC meetings during this period, I even remember playing LAN with them lol... sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    July: End of holidays. A bit of post holidays mood in the class where everyone is lethargic, sleepy, and unmotivated to work... even though it was only one month to prelims... still, I remember Mr Alvin Lim scolding us for being lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    August: Start of prelims, of the supposed mugging month.  I remember  that  Bronson,  HC and me formed a shitty study group that often went to bronson's house to study... ok la I'm not sure if they study when I'm not there but usually our "study" sessions end up as table tennis, swimming, chatting sessions with about one hour of studying. The start of this month was the birth of the three agents, acting like heroes while doing the most retarded things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    September: Prelims over, time for O levels to put the stress on us. The workload we received were increasing exponentially... but it's time for me to be honest with you guys... I didn't do half the math home work given =). Not to mention that really embarassing teacher's day performance... No looking at the video please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    October: Start of the dreaded O levels. Everyone's complaining about how fast it has arrived. This is the period of hardcore studying, last minute preparations, numerous teacher consultations and a WHOLE LOT OF REVISION WORKSHEETS! Tension is in the air and some of us are pushing ourselves to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    November: End of O levels, class gathering which was a huge success! I broke my specs! After O levels, everyone is speculating about what they will get, and in late November, we start to complain that we're all very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    December: We are all surprised at home time flies, wondering what we've been doing all this while... well, me at least. JC postings are out and we start to miss one another as now we know who we're gonna be seeing when the year starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, that might not be a VERY accurate description but it's all I can remember. The year has really passed in a flash and 2007 was ( and I'm not just saying this) the best year of my life. I think all of us, whether we show it or not, have matured through the year in one way or another. Friendships were built on a firm foundation for 4c, the fact I like most is that we enjoy laughing at each other, suanning each other. It's like... my specialty! Haha I probably won't be able to do this in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let's end the year on a high note! Cheers to all my friends, my family, and most importantly... 4C! May our class spirit live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5600046595427595781?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5600046595427595781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5600046595427595781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5600046595427595781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5600046595427595781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-countdown-real-one-la.html' title='The Final Countdown (Real one la...)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1707167466668470967</id><published>2007-12-31T03:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T03:59:45.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1707167466668470967?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1707167466668470967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1707167466668470967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1707167466668470967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1707167466668470967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-9200970156171016314</id><published>2007-12-28T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:40:05.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyo !!!</title><content type='html'>Well, greetings people ! Just came back from New Zealand, the Hobbits' Hometown XD&lt;br /&gt;( Pity I didnt get to go the Lord Of The Rings Movies Sets, namely, where the Shire Hobbit Holes are ) But I did visit some of the places used for some of the scenes in the movies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3TBGTt9PFI/AAAAAAAAACs/qXAtG5567wQ/s1600-h/IMG_4778.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S8jjt9PEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RrFl0IU4w_U/s1600-h/IMG_4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148947593060760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S8jjt9PEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RrFl0IU4w_U/s200/IMG_4776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S71zt9PDI/AAAAAAAAACc/dpvH5XAisfo/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148946807081745458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S71zt9PDI/AAAAAAAAACc/dpvH5XAisfo/s200/IMG_4736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S7fzt9PCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yvSvAdRPGbw/s1600-h/IMG_4732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148946429124623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S7fzt9PCI/AAAAAAAAACU/yvSvAdRPGbw/s200/IMG_4732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S6-zt9PBI/AAAAAAAAACM/2y2GiYENPLM/s1600-h/IMG_4607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148945862188940306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S6-zt9PBI/AAAAAAAAACM/2y2GiYENPLM/s200/IMG_4607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not the one the Simpsons lived in, obvioulsy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S6NDt9PAI/AAAAAAAAACE/O99mAwXy318/s1600-h/IMG_4420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148945007490448386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S6NDt9PAI/AAAAAAAAACE/O99mAwXy318/s200/IMG_4420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will be posting more photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see ya' !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-9200970156171016314?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/9200970156171016314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=9200970156171016314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/9200970156171016314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/9200970156171016314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/heyo.html' title='Heyo !!!'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/R3S8jjt9PEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RrFl0IU4w_U/s72-c/IMG_4776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-9149221709974438212</id><published>2007-12-27T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:11:43.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most embarassing moment of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Hello guys i'm back from Taiwan, land of hot chicks, screwed up governments and badly translated english! I won't be talking much about my trip because no one really cares anyway, I should just give you the interesting bits you gossipy $@#!%#@s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So before we get to the good part which is how i totally embarrassed myself in front of TWO families, let me give you a slight intro to the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My family - 6 ppl, parents sis aunt uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Their family - 4 ppl, parents 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So you see, the incident happened on day 2 of my SEVEN day holiday. We ( the two families) were eating dinner on one table as there was no space in the restaurant. Everything was going well, I usually don't talk much when my parents are around for obvious reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So dessert came and it was a plate of oranges. Just so you know I was sitting beside the two girls... and both of them are older than me and no matter what I'm going to tell you next let's make this clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'M NOT INTERESTED IN EITHER OF THEM OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok so here's what happened. As I mentioned earlier the fruits were being passed around the table and I was currently day dreaming and watching the fruits being passed around. So when the older sister offered her younger sister her oranges ,ok that sounds wrong but let's move on, due to a slight jolt in my brain I very quickly and jerkily turned my head and looked towards the girl in my direction. Of course, I was only looking at her oranges.... or the oranges... whichever but my parents and like the whole table interpreted it as I was rejecting her offer of oranges when she wasn't even offering me. I tried to clear up the matter but it's not like they would listen since they were too busy laughing. If there was a hole in there I would dive in but there wasn't so I had to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I suppose you can guess how badly the rest of the day went, or for that matter, the rest of the trip. The rest of my encounters with the two girls can only be described as retardedly awkward and depressing. The good thing is that I know the truth of the matter and I'm spreading it around... I was just looking at her oranges. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-9149221709974438212?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/9149221709974438212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=9149221709974438212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/9149221709974438212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/9149221709974438212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-embarassing-moment-of-my-life.html' title='The most embarassing moment of my life'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1033897271753288017</id><published>2007-12-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:22:42.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4C gathering</title><content type='html'>Heya guys, been extremely long since I last appeared here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be organising the last gathering of the year for our class at either Kallang Cage or simply our own school field to play soccer, 30th december evening. Do please make yourself free, even if youre not playing its still alright to come :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go out to Parkway or wherever after that to just have a simple dinner together as a class. Not really talking about a uber fancy dinner at jap restaurants or whatever, cos im not feeling rich at the moment. i guess simple's good even for the most significant days of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread this around to everyone. see you guys soon and merry christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;it has been changed to 31st december afternoon and we're just gonna play soccer in school.. after that go pizza hut eat. see yall soon aye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1033897271753288017?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1033897271753288017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1033897271753288017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1033897271753288017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1033897271753288017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/4c-gathering.html' title='4C gathering'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2702789481739250338</id><published>2007-12-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:12:01.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Boredom... more of the broke part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi guys, haven't been blogging for awhile haha. Just can't find the mood to blog and usually other activities ( if i have any in the first place) take priority over blogging. I am growing more depressed ( and bored) over the weeks of the holiday. It's really draggy and I miss my friends... Can't really connect with most of them now because they're working/overseas/busy and stuff like that. Suddenly having school is a blessing instead of a curse...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Want concrete evidence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Geng Hao said he misses school. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I dun really want to get rid of my old stuff but my mom keeps bugging me to. I mean, they contain good memories, every single piece of work - whether it's good quality or shitty quality is really up to you. I was just looking through our sec 2 portfolio that day ( yes yes i still have my sec 1&amp;amp;2 stuff) and it's really quite cool and evident that we've grown in our thoughts and stuff. I looked through some of my answers for lit and i felt like slapping myself. But then again it's all in the past =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sigh just another 3 weeks before JC starts, just thinking of the studying kills me. JC life is gonna be hectic and I don't think I would be able to slack. Hope we have one final class gathering that is uber good or something. As usual, I will slack while Si Cheng organizes. I'm broke man so please don't put anything before 23rd Dec haha. Anyway will be overseas from 21-26th so no Christmas presents for you guys &gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     P.S: I'm still broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2702789481739250338?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2702789481739250338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2702789481739250338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2702789481739250338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2702789481739250338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/12/broken-boredom-more-of-broke-part.html' title='Broken Boredom... more of the broke part'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5604155753124101669</id><published>2007-11-23T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:30:03.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic Event of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Today my mother called to scold me for something over the HP. I simply allowed her to carry on as I was still half asleep so I didn't say anything. So she scolded for like a minute and then she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Don't talk to me, I can't be bothered to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was laughing after she put down because the irony is overwhelming.... I didn't talk in the first place and she had just spent 60 seconds talking to a person she can't be bothered to talk with. Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5604155753124101669?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5604155753124101669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5604155753124101669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5604155753124101669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5604155753124101669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/ironic-event-of-day.html' title='Ironic Event of the Day'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2488255150511730645</id><published>2007-11-22T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:31:26.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Hi hi I'm back from the 3 day chalet yay. The days were passed by playing mahjong, ps2, late night movies, and practically sitting there and chatting. However, most of the activities were pretty fun... Arcade was more funny than fun. The basket ball game = I suck = Ball flies out of the area lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway there was one time I was walking home from the chalet ( at like 3.30 am O.o) and the streets were so empty and quiet... As in, seriously, it was as if I was the only person on Earth. So lonely, yet so peaceful. But then again, my life would be boring without SOME conflict. That's why I'm always thankful to have friends to quarrel with... even if we do offend each other sometimes we'll still pick up the piece for each other. That's what friends are for right =). I doubt there will be any more class gatherings ( whole class of course) for the year but I'll remember you guys. If i don't recongnize you all on the streets, feel free to punch me in the stomach once... with LOVE AHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok la chalet was pretty cool because I was hanging out with a different group of friends so it's pretty new and interesting because our topics are different, the way of conversing. Good stuff spending time with others that I don't interact so often with in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not to mention I met up with two of my sec 2 friends today which was fun as well hahhaa... all talk nonsense and catch up with one another... lots of jokes flying around and there was still a casual comfortable atmosphere. Geng Hao joined our pool game and of course I lost and lost and lost and lost to the "pros" andrew and brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh yeah, Brandon is a BLATANT cheater in pool. When his cue has OBVIOUSLY touched the cue ball = foul = no hit = other players turn.... he still hit the ball just to get a stripe ball in. CHEAP MAN =). I shall now attribute all my losses to his dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lol dinner was nonsense la... I only drank a cup of tea ( and it sucked real bad for $1.30) then it was ARCADE TIME ( Gh sponsored most of it). We played retarded games aka BASKETBALL... some hammer game to test your strength and some punching game to test your strength again =D. Yes, our male hormones are raging. We even went to abuse the machine where you had to punch down the mice/cats. Fun shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I'm bored to my skulls at home so if you have any cheap and good activities get me there hahahahah! See ya next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2488255150511730645?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2488255150511730645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2488255150511730645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2488255150511730645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2488255150511730645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html' title='Friends and Fun'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3901265133308005814</id><published>2007-11-16T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:23:21.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun make me take a stick and whack you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Hi guys, the hols are here and I'm broke*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * This is just a message for people who would like to donate to the Friday Lunch Club fund =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, for the whole of the past week I've been playing pool nearly everyday... and it's like 5 bucks each time I go so it's no surprise that I'm broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BUT today there's a special incident when I played pool which was quite traumatizing, and this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Well at first when the incident happened I was simply sitting with Geng Hao waiting for my turn to play since we were alternating. Anyway, at that time suddenly said to me, " Hey, got fight outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course, due to my curious nature I immediately turned and saw a group of guys standing outside scolding each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Scold only la... never even do anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well that sentence couldn't come at the correct time because they started to punch the guy. Just to clear things up, it was a like 7v1... lol guess who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, the poor guy TRIED to act tough at first I suppose because I heard one of the members who whacked him saying, " Try to do that kind of shit again somemore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To be honest I didn't make a big deal out of it.... till I heard the guy taking a giant stick and hammering the guy thrice on the head till there was blood. Yes, I could hear and see a bit of the scene. The guy who kanna whack tried to run but he was cornered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Only at that moment I was a bit scared and told Geng Hao, " Dun look dun look later they whack you also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then we all pretended not to look while still looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After playing pool we went to inspect the stairs where the guy got owned and yeah... there were blood stains. I think his head is broken already lor, the guy seriously smash the stick on his head so loudly. Everyone was stunned for a moment at the pool shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think after that experience I learned a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) A cue stick is a dangerous weapon.&lt;br /&gt;    2) When you're alone dun act tough unless you have a gun.&lt;br /&gt;    3) When you're not alone still dun act tough unless your team is equipped with                         personalized cue sticks.&lt;br /&gt;    4) Don't be stupid. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3901265133308005814?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3901265133308005814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3901265133308005814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3901265133308005814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3901265133308005814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/dun-make-me-take-stick-and-whack-you.html' title='Dun make me take a stick and whack you...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1737428906503231706</id><published>2007-11-15T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:59:15.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why hello there..havent been posting at all ever since i was given the honorary role of a contributor. but obviously i'm not going to post a freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHHHH YEAHH&lt;/span&gt; post just for kicks. but seeing as which i have nothing much to say since its not my own blog but a group blog, your faithful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Heb&lt;/span&gt; has decided to write a short little post here, just for the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..of tarot quizes, pokemon tests, dumb-ass video clips and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitchy fighting&lt;/span&gt;, this's been one hell of an eventful site to be a part of. keep up the contribution or something, it amuses me to no end heh. and i hope it'll keep us guys together, be an outlet that everyone can share their feelings in ( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just not too much or you'd get banned. if you have more than 1000 words in reflections and rants, tell it to your pillow cause the world just dont give a rat's ass&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop the warring, start the lovin', and let to world revolve around the sun in peace. and IF. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;. you must fight, please do it at the chalet. the more of each other you kill off, the more space i get to sleep. so until then, save your burning passion for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;le Chateau d'Aranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lubx,&lt;br /&gt;Papa Heb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1737428906503231706?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1737428906503231706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1737428906503231706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1737428906503231706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1737428906503231706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8936566637851898588</id><published>2007-11-14T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:41:12.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak peek into agent's holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    To my dearest fans and supporters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Recently we've been out-of-sight, taking a break from all our exhausting agent work. Though we are on a holiday, we still do work out to keep our manly physique in shape. Just to tell you, we agents are ok at the moment, able to blend in with the crowd easily due to our extensive agent training. I do have to admit I miss the mission field, but this is a no better time for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, today we went to work out at Agent Pee Boy's secret liar filled with ridiculous security guards. Of course, they didn't know our identity and tried to throw us  out. Si Cheng and I had patience, for we know we shouldn't abuse our power. Still, that guard pissed us off for being utterly unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At least we managed to make it to the table tennis table where we started to play. Table tennis can train your accuracy and reaction time, as the ball will fly at amazing velocities. No matter, we were so powerful till we smashed the ball into two ( no exaggeration, just check with any of them), and by the time we ended the ball was CRUSHED ( again, no exaggeration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We started to talk about old times and the people who used to join us on missions, on their special trademark moves. One of which we talked about is the evil stupid hobbit who always attempts to sabotage the progress of our mission. He is easily recognizable by his RIDICULOUSLY SHORT stature and his unrelenting laughter that can go on to about 15 mins long. Then he starts randomly saying  YEAHHHH for no reason. In fact, I heard that he has upgraded his "YEAHH" recently into an... "OOoOoooO YEAHHHH". Next time i see him, I'm gonna stuff a piece of tissue paper into his mouth to stop him from making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Though the day was unfruitful due to the broken ball - and the fact that pee boy was only smart enough to bring ONE ball which also means that he's stupid- we did enjoy talking about old times. About our lives one year before we joined the agency, about how we even formed the agency, and the people that have supported us in our endeavor all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don't worry people! Even though you are unable to find out where we are at the moment, I'll be sure to update you on our agent activities. See you next time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Signed,&lt;br /&gt;    Agent Moonwalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    P.S: Pee boy pees in his own swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8936566637851898588?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8936566637851898588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8936566637851898588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8936566637851898588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8936566637851898588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/sneak-peek-into-agents-holiday.html' title='Sneak peek into agent&apos;s holiday'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1940721013311184677</id><published>2007-11-10T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:15:30.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Yes, today's post is going to be boring, not funny, not entertaining, but just some of my thoughts on the subject of love. I know that I'm the least likely to be fit to talk about the subject, a few screwed up shitty relationships here and there but just penning down my thoughts so when i read this next time I'll go like, " Whoa chim =)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, love... Some adults say that when you have a crush in school it's not love, don't fall too deep into it. I think that sentence should be corrected a little. To me, anyone has the capacity to love, regardless of age. The thing that serves as a variable in love is simple the extent of love, the depth of your emotional attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is quite a magical thing isn't it? It's almost the composition of happiness, bliss, all the things that make you glad... In relationships, there are always these moments of pure excitement, those things that make your life special and most memorable. The memories able to bond two people so closely together. Definitely you will treasure those once-in-a-lifetime moments, no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I for one always distance myself from any girl that I happen to like now, it is so difficult isn't it. If she doesn't like you then at least you aren't that close, you don't feel your heart breaking like a million knives have pierced through it. The term heart-wrench is most appropriate for those truly suffering from heart break. Even if you emotionally distance yourself, sometimes the pain is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I guess it's because of the fear of rejection? But I've seen a fair few relationships gone *BAM* just like that. At this age, I probably shouldn't be planning long term, because the relationship is likely not to last long. Sure there are exceptions but I think if I ever can get into one, let's just take it as it goes. I too, desire to have the experience but I just can't pull it off I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you simply like the person but do not dare tell him/her right to the face. You hold in your emotions for a long time, simply giving hints or through actions. Just tell him/her straight to the face, it's 50-50 chance anyway. Of course, don't do this when the person obviously doesn't like you or you're asking for a punch in the face. But pull it off, though difficult it may be, and it will be rewarding. You will feel liberated from your emotional suppression, like jolts of electricity feeling through your body. I think we call that ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, love is just a double edged sword, with the power to hurt and the power to heal. It all depends on the wielder, how one handles the issue of love. Yeah, I'm not the best person to talk about this but these are just my reflections on the topic. Basically it's for my own reference to see if my thoughts change throughout the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1940721013311184677?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1940721013311184677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1940721013311184677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1940721013311184677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1940721013311184677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3659913438994332411</id><published>2007-11-08T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T20:08:57.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NOOOOOOON =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYsDsEcfG0g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYsDsEcfG0g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the really really bored peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3659913438994332411?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3659913438994332411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3659913438994332411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3659913438994332411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3659913438994332411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-nooooooon.html' title='GOOD NOOOOOOON =)'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2752103395646697781</id><published>2007-11-08T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:48:16.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Welcome Me</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I've finally found out how to post on FLC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OoooooooH YeaH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2752103395646697781?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2752103395646697781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2752103395646697781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2752103395646697781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2752103395646697781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-welcome-me.html' title='Please Welcome Me'/><author><name>Jairus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01332811993975345850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4470547063078147830</id><published>2007-11-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:55:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation for 4C's Cage@Kallang</title><content type='html'>It's cofirmed and booked already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4C is going to have soccer at Cage@Kallang, pitch 3, on 14Nov, 10am to 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be there before 10. A few of us will be at Kallang Mac before that.You can meet us there first. A fee of $50 shall be split among those whos going( 15 ppl = $3.33ea, the more the cheaper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is that siah: http://www.thecage.com.sg/directions.htm&lt;br /&gt;                             http://new.thecage.com.sg/home/where-the-heck-is-the-cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4470547063078147830?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4470547063078147830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4470547063078147830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4470547063078147830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4470547063078147830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/confirmation-for-4cs-cagekallang.html' title='Confirmation for 4C&apos;s Cage@Kallang'/><author><name>hancong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4150208699421538207</id><published>2007-11-06T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:23:37.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing you should miss&lt;br /&gt;Upon christmas dawn to come&lt;br /&gt;Of a year so great 2007&lt;br /&gt;What shall it become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of summer's growth that turns to beaut&lt;br /&gt;and all else gorgeous looks&lt;br /&gt;Or summarising letters, notes and all&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in the books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or churning studies into marks&lt;br /&gt;Its print a glorious shade&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the numbers count&lt;br /&gt;of prelims, superb grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or experiences you had in school&lt;br /&gt;Events of many count&lt;br /&gt;Where events appear, your luxury&lt;br /&gt;Of leaps and ups and down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or memories brought, as stars bring light&lt;br /&gt;The friends that wonder bring&lt;br /&gt;When through recount you begin to wish&lt;br /&gt;For the same ol' joy they sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult to show, though easy lived&lt;br /&gt;What life, 4c, had done&lt;br /&gt;Yet more importantly you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;The strange betwixt undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suanning shot at lessons&lt;br /&gt;The lazing in Setho's class&lt;br /&gt;Edwin is a caveman&lt;br /&gt;Bronson is an a**!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm's Tang a scandal&lt;br /&gt;Joel full of shit&lt;br /&gt;Hancong food expert&lt;br /&gt;Junheng the hobbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian the whiney (can we go.... uhhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Sicheng the handsome!&lt;br /&gt;Alvinlim the roachcck (rearrange)&lt;br /&gt;Ren an the bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat gang, corner side, &lt;br /&gt;we play soccer at parade square&lt;br /&gt;Eat cocktail jelly (edwin don't eat the fruits)&lt;br /&gt;Take lift everyday. OOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanjie eyebrow shaker&lt;br /&gt;Hassan the fake mat&lt;br /&gt;Daniel the H.P... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Wenxian needs to recharge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country club and chapteh&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught in lift&lt;br /&gt;Slamming books together&lt;br /&gt;Watching classmates tio suan like shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand we, with fellowship&lt;br /&gt;A burning fire inflamed&lt;br /&gt;There is no class, its like no other&lt;br /&gt;As this I've lived 2 years with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I would foremost miss&lt;br /&gt;Then without a doubt its this&lt;br /&gt;Ill always remember the great times spent&lt;br /&gt;In our class. &lt;br /&gt;Its surely this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: really sry bronson but nothing rhymed better with class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4150208699421538207?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4150208699421538207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4150208699421538207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4150208699421538207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4150208699421538207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-theres-one-thing-you-should-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7846309449566745689</id><published>2007-11-06T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:53:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrowful joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    YES, the smell of freedom, the touch of liberation within my grasp. To me, the O levels have come to their inevitable end. My heart feels like it's fluttering now, beyond the grasp of my physical touch because finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But of course there is nothing purely good in this world, just like how every good thing has a drawback. Now that I have only one paper left, it also means that I'll only be returning to the school for one more time for the entire year. I have no idea how to say this but I'll miss the school, I'll miss my friends there just so many things that go away with the burden of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The school building, that familiar foyer, the torturing heat of the hall, the cool breeze in the parade square. There are just so many things to miss, to long for after I leave the school. I guess I just didn't feel this sorrowful during graduation day because I knew I had to come back for O's, I knew I could return to this place which has become my second home. All the seemingly normal and mundane stuff in the school have now carried a heavy significance in my life. For a whole of four years, I have been walking the same path through the school, attending the talks given by Mr Maran, hauled up to the front for not bringing my tie. Yes, sometimes things weren't so pleasant, but it only served to make it more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It only served to make much more harder for me to leave the steps of Victoria School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7846309449566745689?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7846309449566745689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7846309449566745689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7846309449566745689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7846309449566745689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorrowful-joy.html' title='Sorrowful joy'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4659272024810598694</id><published>2007-11-05T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:35:31.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final FINAL countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Sian, finally the exams are coming to an end =D. You may recall me actually saying something during the prelims that exams are cool and we get off early to do our stuff and all that shit. But no, now my opinion has changed drastically. This exam is seriously just a piece of $h1+ it's been nothing but trouble. I mean, I don't study that much but the problem is that it's always bugging me at the back of my head when I'm playing. Yes, I'm supposed to be studying ( like now) but isn't it ok to take a 3 hour break for every 1 hour that I study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Ok you guys can say Yes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The worse part is, those subjects that I actually put in effort to study, I realize that I'm not confident at all. Either way, I'm screwed. So let's not worry about this whole thing. The main point of this article is that by the end of the tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAM WILL BE OVER WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   It's time to spend the rest of my 2 months rotting away on the couch at home eating potato chips till I become some fat ass till I can never get away from the living room... oh wait that sounds like Si Cheng. Anyway, after exams must chiong go out everyday! I dun care during O level period I'm like some legless bird who is caged up- I MUST FLY WHEN I CAN! Hopefully I can get a job and rake in some SERIOUS cash! Fun shit after the O's there's just so much MORE to anticipate rather than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Omg tmr's SS paper... I better go think about what chapter to bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OR    " Sian la tmr lit, must study!"... after 5 hours of playing " Shit why time pass so fast, better get started on my FIRST essay of the month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But after O levels all we can think about is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Chalet, Chalet, Chalet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Chalet! Chalet! Chalet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes things might get a LITTLE extreme and we might go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " CHALET!!!!!11!!1!!!!!!!1!11!! x 1000000"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I'm stopping for today but seriously all I can think about now is already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh shut up like I'll let you know what I'm thinking =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4659272024810598694?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4659272024810598694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4659272024810598694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4659272024810598694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4659272024810598694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-final-countdown.html' title='The Final FINAL countdown'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4610282084578159629</id><published>2007-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:21:31.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho</title><content type='html'>Blog keeping Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2) Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3) Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't forget to leave a comment telling them they're tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 random facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am disabled with scissors&lt;br /&gt;2) I can actually see very clearly even when im laughing&lt;br /&gt;3) I enjoy all type of food, but I can appreciate landscapes better&lt;br /&gt;4) My mom called me a fat ball today sia&lt;br /&gt;5) Been kinda lucky to be in great classes from p6 to sec4 all the way&lt;br /&gt;6) Dress sense is kns&lt;br /&gt;7) I was quite an ugly baby when young HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;8) Used to be heavily involved in water sports &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your Top 5 Birthday Presents which you wish for (materialistic... hoho):&lt;br /&gt;1) Creative ZEN&lt;br /&gt;2) CD Albums (darkness, kurt nilsen, ac/dc, killers)&lt;br /&gt;3) New headphones&lt;br /&gt;4) Simpsons DVD&lt;br /&gt;5) aiya anything la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time&lt;br /&gt;1)The person who tagged you was: joel lam my fellow pharisee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: ruler-slave  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;Ownage bastard &lt;br /&gt;Really full of shit lol&lt;br /&gt;Laughs like a retard &lt;br /&gt;Fun guy (fungi LOL sry bear joke.)&lt;br /&gt;Dam good actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Most memorable thing he/she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;Lift agents teamwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Most memorable thing he/she has said to you:&lt;br /&gt;mr ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;what the shit!? hossan leong indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she becomes your lover, what things does he/she have to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;probably everything, and then again, everything wouldn't suffice enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;praise the Lord! LOL just jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;because i naturally pwnz him. CHARIOT! chariot, chariot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The thing you desire to do most for him/her would be?&lt;br /&gt;Joel is my slave and should be serving me. muahaha muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;lol ok jokes aside this guy is my gd friend la ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;irresistable aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A character trait you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I dont force myself to be like others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A character trait you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Not, very interesting guy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;no urgencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Say something to the people who care for you!&lt;br /&gt;wah like some superstar sia.. yep hope we all stay friends in life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone take it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4610282084578159629?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4610282084578159629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4610282084578159629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4610282084578159629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4610282084578159629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/hohoho.html' title='hohoho'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-57386139288115053</id><published>2007-10-29T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:53:22.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz ( Not a pokemon trivia = =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog keeping Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2) Each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3) Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their 8 things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't forget to leave a comment telling them they're tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just copied and paste this because I'm lazy. Anyway it's super tiny ahahaha so have fun ruining your eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 random facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a sarcastic fag ( I'm sure you already all know this =))&lt;br /&gt;2) I enjoy watching Hong Kong serial dramas ( I'm sure you already all don't know this =))&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm secretly a depressed kid who is on pain medication.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm high!&lt;br /&gt;5) I listen to ridiculously old and outdated songs.&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm anti-social ( seriously la = =)&lt;br /&gt;7) I love 4c and FLC.&lt;br /&gt;8) I have upgraded myself to Emperor of FLC! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out your Top 5 Birthday Presents which you wish for ( NOW THIS IS APPROPRIATE):&lt;br /&gt;1) I accept late birthday presents&lt;br /&gt;2) It's the thought that counts, but the money that speaks&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm afraid I can't accept anything too personal ( Unless it's a kiss from a girl)&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish for happiness ( yes, it's unobtainable)&lt;br /&gt;5) I wish for 5 more wishes ( no one said you couldn't cheat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time&lt;br /&gt;1)The person who tagged you was: DOROTHY GOH LI YING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is: She's an auntie and calls me an uncle = =. I'm cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;    Funny in a strange way... hmm that doesn't sound right&lt;br /&gt;    Hardcore TVB fan... no joke&lt;br /&gt;    Very helpful and caring&lt;br /&gt;    Really unique voice AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;    She's an AUNTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Most memorable thing he/she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;    Gave me a chocolate muffin unexpectedly = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Most memorable thing he/she has said to you:&lt;br /&gt;    I quit my job! Then starts laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;    Probably quarrel all day haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, what things does he/she have to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;    She has to earn the money while I stay at home and slack =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;    Eat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Forget it man i'm gonna copy and paste now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;    Because she uses such tiny font... No, it's probably we probably argue over something... actually that happens quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The thing you desire to do most for him/her would be?&lt;br /&gt;    Buy her a chocolate muffin... and return her notes in GOOD condition heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; Overall impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;    Uh, she's shorter than me! A very nice girl who needs to stay in a job for more than one day =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;    Hmm, I'm trying to keep my ego from answering. I think they would feel... Let's skip this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A character trait you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;    I have fun at the expense of others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;A character trait you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;    I have fun at the expense of others =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;Person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;    I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;Say something to the people who care for you!&lt;br /&gt;    Hi five! You know I care for you but show it in the form of sarcastic and cutting words =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people to know what they feel about you. in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;    1) Si Cheng the Fat&lt;br /&gt;    2) Jun Heng aka GC boy&lt;br /&gt;    3) Han Cong because his blog rocks...&lt;br /&gt;    4) Bronson the Pee Boy&lt;br /&gt;    5) Here's the truth, I have no more friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Those who want to do can just post here direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something good about 2?&lt;br /&gt;He's a GC boy! And he says yeah in a macho manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fat is #1?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a planet... and you have one of his eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #4 really pee?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, incontinence is not something to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Han Cong's blog rock?&lt;br /&gt;Because it only has one post which has 3 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have more than four friends?&lt;br /&gt;NO. I'm a depressed antisocial being who slashes his wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-57386139288115053?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/57386139288115053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=57386139288115053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/57386139288115053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/57386139288115053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiz-not-pokemon-trivia.html' title='A quiz ( Not a pokemon trivia = =)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6039630225741311732</id><published>2007-10-29T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:12:56.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that my undying fans are all happy to see me return from silence, to stop posting our results of weird trivias that we start to discuss and laugh about, to recognize me as the one and only EMPEROR! Ahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Cue the Final Countdown music in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today we had 3 consecutive papers that were brain numbing, it was so terrible, really. I mean the freezing temperature of the hall, not the papers. All the papers did was make my heart jump out of my mouth. Well, I'm sure we don't want to harp on what's done, let's look towards the future ( and I don't mean MORE exams). Go 2 weeks into the future and visualize us having fun at Downtown East chalet... what bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok now back to reality you little weasel, trying to delude yourself from the dreaded exam that you cannot run away from. I find it quite ironic that I'm the one typing here at my computer now while most of you are mugging your hearts out. Well, there's really not much I can do unless I won't to have a series of panic attacks that would make me have to take pills for depression. Si Cheng's job is to encourage you guys while mine is to... well it's beneficial for you - APPRECIATE it =). It's always nice to see us let our hair down before the examination starts, engaging in a short chat or just spamming nonsense ( no overkill please). Not like I can stuff much into my brain before the exam actually starts, dunno why but I always get this weird light-headed feeling when i laugh too much. I think it's what we call feeling high- and I do it without drugs... maybe it's the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway here's a good tip for all the guys ( maybe girls), if you're feeling horny, eat chocolates. Why? I don't know it really doesn't help to suppress the horniness, but you've just eaten something delicious. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6039630225741311732?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6039630225741311732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6039630225741311732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6039630225741311732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6039630225741311732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-levels.html' title='O Levels'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5680652663266111119</id><published>2007-10-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:47:09.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn...My Fav PKMN is Typhlosion....not this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dragonflycave.com/wpay.aspx"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vilhjalmur.com/butterfree/yadragonite.jpg" alt="I am a Dragonite!" title="Find out what Pokémon you are at The Cave of Dragonflies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5680652663266111119?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5680652663266111119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5680652663266111119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5680652663266111119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5680652663266111119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/darnmy-fav-pkmn-is-typhlosionnot-this.html' title='Darn...My Fav PKMN is Typhlosion....not this...'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4651730727731818288</id><published>2007-10-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:46:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This poll should have tyranitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dragonflycave.com/wpay.aspx"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vilhjalmur.com/butterfree/yascyther.jpg" alt="I am a Scyther!" title="Find out what Pokémon you are at The Cave of Dragonflies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4651730727731818288?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-9091557494439608152</id><published>2007-10-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:56:59.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rx8i6PP5_jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NmV1oD9q6T0/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rx8i6PP5_jI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NmV1oD9q6T0/s320/image001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124853284891917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down a highway&lt;br /&gt;when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little  old lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offers him a handful of peanuts,   &lt;br /&gt;which he  gratefully munches up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about  15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder &lt;br /&gt;again and she  hands him another handful of peanuts.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repeats  this gesture about five more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she  is about to hand him another batch again &lt;br /&gt;he asks the  little old lady, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" why  don't you eat the peanuts yourself?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't  chew them because we've no teeth", she  replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  puzzled driver asks, &lt;br /&gt;"Why do you  buy them then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied,   &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just love  the chocolate around them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5607999203850644106</id><published>2007-10-24T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:17:06.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... ... ... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You&amp;nbsp;prefer&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these&amp;nbsp;feelings&amp;nbsp;eventually&amp;nbsp;lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Magician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Eleoquent and charismatic&amp;nbsp;both verbally and in writing,  &lt;br /&gt;you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5607999203850644106?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5607999203850644106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5607999203850644106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5607999203850644106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5607999203850644106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='... ... ... ...'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6531385290569176957</id><published>2007-10-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:44:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh hem. DEVIL coming through. Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really &amp;quot;Satan&amp;quot; at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gods&lt;/span&gt; of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ambitions&lt;/span&gt;; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man of money&lt;/span&gt; or erotic power&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, aggressive&lt;/span&gt;, controlling, or just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persuasive&lt;/span&gt;. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powerful man&lt;/span&gt; who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard to resist.&lt;/span&gt; The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6531385290569176957?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6531385290569176957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6531385290569176957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6531385290569176957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6531385290569176957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/eh-hem-devil-coming-through-thanks.html' title='Eh hem. DEVIL coming through. Thanks.'/><author><name>Genghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7116930690328665078</id><published>2007-10-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:31:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But then again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what of a king, when I, am the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124539494033522178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9EIpspuJHw/Rx4FhNNT_gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HyQQbnm0gdw/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           YOU ARE THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7116930690328665078?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7116930690328665078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7116930690328665078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7116930690328665078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7116930690328665078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-then-again.html' title='But then again..'/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9EIpspuJHw/Rx4FhNNT_gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HyQQbnm0gdw/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1742651006654367873</id><published>2007-10-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:29:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lubx lubx</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1742651006654367873?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1742651006654367873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1742651006654367873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1742651006654367873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1742651006654367873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/lubx-lubx.html' title='lubx lubx'/><author><name>Papa Heb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04128036588415624079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4758489363022680762</id><published>2007-10-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T07:14:06.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLEX CHARIOT AISEH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/catpeople/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Chariot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Triumph, Victory, Overcoming Obstacles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The chariot is one of the most complex cards to define. On its most basic level, it implies war, a struggle, and an eventual, hard-won victory. Either over enemies, obstacles, nature, the beasts inside you, or to just get what you want. But there is a great deal more to it. The charioteer wears emblems of the sun, yet the sign behind this card is the moon. The chariot is all about motion, and yet it is often shown as stationary. It is a union of opposites, like the black and white steeds. They pull in different directions, but must be (and can be!) made to go together in one direction. Control is required over opposing emotions, wants, needs, people, circumstances; bring them together and give them a single direction, your direction. Confidence is also needed and, most especially, motivation. The card can, in fact, indicate new motivation or inspiration, which gets a stagnant situation moving again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR ME AND MY KITTY KITTY WHEELS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4758489363022680762?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4758489363022680762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4758489363022680762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4758489363022680762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4758489363022680762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/complex-chariot-aiseh.html' title='COMPLEX CHARIOT AISEH...'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4913911753393137015</id><published>2007-10-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:50:20.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear My Call You Underlings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/dragon/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Emperor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stability, power, protection, realization; a great person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor is the great authority figure of the Tarot, so it represents&lt;br /&gt;fathers, father-figures and employers. There is a lot of aggression and violence&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Emperor naturally follows the Empress. Like an infant, he is filled with enthuiasm, energy, aggression. He is direct, guileless and all too often irresistible. Unfortunately, like a baby he can also be a tyrant. Impatient, demanding, controlling. In the best of circumstances, he signifies the leader that everyone wants to follow, sitting on a throne that indicates the solid foundation of an Empire he created, loves and rules with intelligence and enthusiasm. But that throne can also be a trap, a responsibility that has the Emperor feeling restless, bored and discontent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4913911753393137015?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4913911753393137015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4913911753393137015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4913911753393137015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4913911753393137015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-my-call-you-underlings.html' title='Hear My Call You Underlings!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6267399912389979306</id><published>2007-10-23T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T04:55:12.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/chinese/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the Hanged Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or&amp;nbsp;a fear of &lt;br /&gt;loss from a situation, rather than gain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;signifies&amp;nbsp;selflessness, sacrifice&amp;nbsp;and prophecy. You&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You&amp;nbsp;see the world differently, with&amp;nbsp;almost mystical insights.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6267399912389979306?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6267399912389979306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6267399912389979306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6267399912389979306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6267399912389979306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-card.html' title='This is my card'/><author><name>hancong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4648079056851365190</id><published>2007-10-15T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:29:51.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad' Day  "07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ6abcz2KI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IbF598EilM/s1600-h/crest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121782901946701986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ6abcz2KI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IbF598EilM/s320/crest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ86rcz2MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9elLruEPkzI/s1600-h/Light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121785655020738754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ86rcz2MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9elLruEPkzI/s320/Light.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ4ELcz2HI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kp5W3TRIXEI/s1600-h/IMG_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121780320671357042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ4ELcz2HI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kp5W3TRIXEI/s320/IMG_4231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ2krcz2GI/AAAAAAAAABM/x_FF2uZjOv8/s1600-h/IMG_4230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121778679993849954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ2krcz2GI/AAAAAAAAABM/x_FF2uZjOv8/s320/IMG_4230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ1Jrcz2FI/AAAAAAAAABE/12U8uH6SMi8/s1600-h/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121777116625754194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ1Jrcz2FI/AAAAAAAAABE/12U8uH6SMi8/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ5rbcz2JI/AAAAAAAAABk/fCZ9BgR1RD0/s1600-h/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121782094492850322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ5rbcz2JI/AAAAAAAAABk/fCZ9BgR1RD0/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ5HLcz2II/AAAAAAAAABc/xx8JptrANZg/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4648079056851365190?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4648079056851365190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4648079056851365190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4648079056851365190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4648079056851365190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/grad-day-07.html' title='Grad&apos; Day  &quot;07'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RxQ6abcz2KI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IbF598EilM/s72-c/crest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8192473034671716914</id><published>2007-10-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:17:40.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rw8AnA7a2kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZH4NGYUfAXQ/s1600-h/IMGP1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rw8AnA7a2kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZH4NGYUfAXQ/s320/IMGP1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120311971607665218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another photo showing all of us point-shooting Minjoots head but not this one haha. Graduation Day's a blast, thank God for seoul garden, 23 people came wasn't really expecting that many ppl to come.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess this is the end to many many things. You may not notice it, the same way I didn't notice during Graduation Day, that we won't be seeing each other very often from now onwards. A week of self intensive studying, O levels, followed by chalet.. Then probably go out like almost everyday after chalet, or so I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just wanna thank you guys and the class for being such a huge huge blessing to me. No kidding. For withstanding my annoying unfunny jokes, for the acceptance of many flaws, for the stupid fun all year long, for scandalising me with so many exaggerations.. cough sictang, bronson you freak LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really grateful for this class. Hard to be part of something so warm and family like as this 4c =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers for agents, flc, kfc, and the class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8192473034671716914?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8192473034671716914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8192473034671716914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8192473034671716914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8192473034671716914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rw8AnA7a2kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZH4NGYUfAXQ/s72-c/IMGP1852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2424960840305332523</id><published>2007-10-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:41:54.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, agents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/Rw7s7JCOmUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZfW9DqnV50k/s1600-h/IMGP1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/Rw7s7JCOmUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZfW9DqnV50k/s320/IMGP1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120290327148534082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Agents- the people who put their lives on the line to accomplish their missions, no matter what the cost. They have been doing all the can for the agency, and I'm proud to say that they did manage to accomplish majority of the missions successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After all that running, jumping, somersaulting, cartwheeling and more running. The lives of the agents are over. They are gone from the face of the earth already, leaving behind only this note to let you all know their feelings for you. Don't bother trying to find them, they blend in too well for the crowd. Never again will the chance to know their identities surface...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear people who might be reading this,&lt;br /&gt;           The year where the agents have appeared have come to an end. I'm sorry to say we had to leave so suddenly, but every minute that we are here we might be exposed. In this whole year we had alot of fun and excitment together, danger was always lurking in the air. Though some of you might have previously attempted to sabotage our plans, we forgive you because it gave us the chance to perfect our agent skills, needing to use knowledge, wit, and power to overcome these obstacles. There have been many funny incidents during our missions, and if you ever miss us agents, just take a look at all our previous missions on this blog. From the beginning to the end, I'm sure we have never failed to entertain you. The world is safe for now, we have to retire already. I'm sure that if the world is ever in peril again, a new trio of agents will surface to protect it. Remember the times and experience we shared together, sometimes we embark on missions, other times we get caught and "tortured". But I'm sure this has only forged a greater bond between us, and I am quite reluctant to leave and hide my identity. I'm sure I'll miss the old times. Till we meet again... if we ever meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2424960840305332523?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2424960840305332523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2424960840305332523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2424960840305332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2424960840305332523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell-agents.html' title='Farewell, agents!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/Rw7s7JCOmUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZfW9DqnV50k/s72-c/IMGP1869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-474008305022035168</id><published>2007-10-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:30:25.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Everything has finally come to an end, the year ( four years, in fact) that we've spent together in Victoria School has just faded into mere memories now... Yesterday was so hectic, so messy that I'm probably not going to be able to remember all the details. So forgive me if I miss out some parts. But one thing is for sure, those four years ended on a really high note, and this day will be etched in our minds forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I won't really be able to describe the event very well, you just had to be there to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The day started at 6... yes very early, and I remember that I wasn't even excited about Graduation Day. I'm not sure why, maybe it's because if I look forward to it, it'll be like I'm looking forward to getting out of that place. Nothing seemed different upon my arrival in school, and that's exactly the things I'll be missing - Our conversations, the routine assembly rituals... they've all become a part of my life. They are ingrained, etched into my soul and it's going to be hard to get used to leaving this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course, the day started to pick up speed, and we started with an EXTREMELY interesting exam briefing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nah actually it was really boring and I took the opportunity to nap a little while ( but I still listened!).    Then came literature class... hmmm, the class was so efficient and well planned that we managed to finish the WHOLE lesson in merely 30 minutes! All thanks to the brilliant Miss Koh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After abit of soccer and basketball, we went to East Coast Park with our form teachers. Mdm Tang brought her child and I think Yan Jie has a thing for harassing babies. He enjoys pinching their cheeks and waving their hands.... Aahahahaa scary thought isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was te usual, with the pros dominating the ball and shooting and scoring- ok maybe not ridzuan- and I was doing my job as per normal... surveying the area. The trip to East Coast was a great time of fellowship together but it didn't have the kind of zing that will make you remember the event for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So after East Coast and all, we went back to school to stink up the HOD room because we placed our bags in there. Sweet smelling savour indeed. I decided to head home where I slept... ZzzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now it's time for the REAL DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Using my super agility and precision for time, I sprung out of bed, got changed to go to school and jumped out of my balcony window in a matter of minutes. I reached school at 315 and fate allowed me too meet up with my long lost friend... the Hobbit. Sigh all the prize winning things were pretty boring, till we came into the hall and they all tried to lull us into some emo mood by playing emo songs. I mean, it did work to a certain extent but I don't think I'll see any tears flowing out freely. Anyway, there was the tie pinning section and yeah, it marks the moment where we become MEN... MACHO MACHO MEN. The best part was the photo taking session. Simply fabulous and funny. Everyone was running around trying to take photos with other teachers and even principals. Our vice principal Mr Minjoot was a hot favourite, he had hordes of people surrounding him. The photo taking session was really good, all the 4c people are cam whores. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then came the prize presentation session, and well, it was just so normal. Though I did manage to take one photo with Mdm Tang. And we all know how worked up Si Cheng got. He was attempting to break the camera by smashing it on his head, then when Mdm Tang walked off, he pounced on me and tried to punch the daylights of me. But to no avail of course, I swiftly dodged his blows and he got tired after awhile- that FAT SHIT! When we were singing the Victorian Anthem, I just felt the sincerity in that song, the meaning that it holds. All the people, I trust, were honestly singing with their hearts and not just their mouths. The cheers after the Anthem were pretty rowdy and chaotic, I mean, I couldn't really hear what they were saying actually. We were more focused on the little Hobbit that seemed like he was going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After eating a bit of cake that Mdm Tang bought us ( Thanks Mdm tang, but Si Cheng ate more than us =( ). But don't worry, we all know - and i quote- how much you "love Si Cheng". Yes she really said that, a tender and touching confession of love, which was probably why Si Cheng was in such high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We were now off to Seoul Garden, with 23 people in total. The bus came, silent and empty, but it transformed into a crowded and noisy bus within a matter of seconds once 4c stepped in. Everyone was commenting about photos, talking about stuff, cracking jokes. Seoul Garden was really good, though it was a pity we got separated. My table was pretty fun I guess, though there were alot of lame jokes flying around. I should just dunk my head into the steam boat. But the most fun period of that evening was... THE PHOTO TAKING SESSION AGAIN! Yes, I know it sounds impossible but after eating we started taking photos again. And my table couldn't finish some of the food so you know what's the solution? Just dunk it all into the steamboat and pray that the staff doesn't check. Edwin and I were filling up lame stuff in the feedback form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Eg: What do you eat for breakfast? Ans: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We kept taking photos till the incident happened... well we all know what happened already. Anyway yeah, there was a drastic change in mood after it did... Well, there's always a price to pay whenever you do something. Anyway we all headed home and I slept.... and slept... till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AND I LIVE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-474008305022035168?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/474008305022035168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=474008305022035168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/474008305022035168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/474008305022035168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1924825522689651665</id><published>2007-10-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:04:48.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoyo</title><content type='html'>Hello all, your favourite blogger is back in action! &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess in times to come gonna be quite hectic eh? tomorrow grad day, sure bloody emo all cry blood out then theres the soul garden we're all just waiting for, stuff ourselves till our asses explode and then there's o levels coming up that is seriously the one thing we are all practically living in VS for. somemore after that still got chalet, WOAHoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea theres really alot of things happening but hopefully we all live through it alright =D anyway i dont think i have to express my gratitude towards 4c because i can tell you how much this class rocks nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there's only o levels needed to be done to make this year your happy year =D dont flunk it and give up, there's always some hope in the most desperate hour. dont get waylaid by things around you, celebrate tmr then aft that you guys really seriously have to chiong all the way. no stopping. no hestitating. no going off to other distractions. just pure consistent mugging and studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrs gonna b great. see yall peeps =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1924825522689651665?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1924825522689651665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1924825522689651665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1924825522689651665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1924825522689651665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/yoyo.html' title='yoyo'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3374005360420955806</id><published>2007-10-06T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T05:34:52.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near... (repost due to the unexpected posts sprouting out like Mushbooms)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; There are just so many things in the world that we are ignorant about. Aren't we all trapped and preoccupied with our little lives, our little ambitions, our unrealistic dreams? Perhaps not all i guess, and perhaps there are certain things worth remembering in life. I suppose God didn't equip man with such brains with infinite potential to go through life without recalling the wonderful things that happened on this little planet called Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... This is a dedication to all of my ( and our) 4 years in Victoria School. I have to admit that this place really seems like my second home now, all the teachers and friends are so warm, so sincere that it truly feels like we are one big family. To be honest, my first two years didn't really make as much as impact as the last two in this school. I came in a young boy, uncomfortable with mingling around and socializing with strangers ( yes, I know this statement is hard to believe). I'm glad that I chose this school, no regrets no matter what other stories I might hear about other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to all of 4c. You are a truly special class ( and I don't mean that in a degrading cutting mocking kind of way =) ). These two years spent with you guys have just been amazing... even that word is too mild, I feel. We have witnessed some of our fellow classmates being retained, our numbers dropping, the reputation we have - a notorious one indeed. And yet, there is SOMETHING about this very class that throws that all out of the window and makes me WANT to come to school. Seriously, who could forget how Srinivas openly mocked most or all of the teachers ( ok so he still does now but not for our entertainment). That genius can attempt to smuggle food using a shoe bag... wow... it would be humliatingly funny but I was involved haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to go... it's hard to break away from so many friends. I know that most of us are going our separate ways after the O's and the worse part is that I'm not sure if we can keep this flame of friendship burning like it is. Graduation day is slowly ( but surely, surely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I dread it, not completely. I long for it, not completely.&lt;br /&gt;   The more I think, the more i fear.&lt;br /&gt;   For friendship, for examinations.&lt;br /&gt;   Tremble, I do&lt;br /&gt;   At the thought of leaving you&lt;br /&gt;   All of you&lt;br /&gt;   I long to stay in this class&lt;br /&gt;   My heart cries, pleads to stay&lt;br /&gt;   But I have to go, I have no say&lt;br /&gt;   Remember&lt;br /&gt;   That forever we have something special&lt;br /&gt;   This bond that holds us together&lt;br /&gt;   Will ultimately last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not master poet, not trying to be emo or whatever. But truly if I could, I would not leave 4c. But all good things must come to an end before other beginnings... begin. I hope I wouldn't cry during Graduation Day... it would be embarrassing. These have been the two best years of my life. Thank you for accepting me for who I am, the spastic little boy who provides free entertainment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And of course, who can forget our Victoria School teachers. These are the people who have guided us throughout our school life. Like them or not, I believe they still do things all for our sake. Their passion to teach is truly respectable, I salute all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Let's start with individual dedications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tang- Yes, our very own form teacher for sec 4. I guess we all know that she can be a little strict at times. But of course, she always has the best of intentions, like all our teachers. She is patient and willing to teach us, and her punishments are extremely torturing ( sorry i meant interesting and meaningful =) ). After all, her favorite student is our very own Si Cheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hazrin- Haha, many people haven't been able to make Mr Hazrin blow his top, but our class has managed to accomplish this very feat. From slacking to sloppy work, Mr Hazrin will do whatever it takes to make us work, and it's for our own good. He has always been supportive and understanding, even sharing his personal life with us. Even treat us to chicken wings during VC siah... make us fat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Khoo- I guess Mr Khoo is a very... well.... interesting character? Personally I'm don't really know him that well but I guess we could get Jun Heng to share a few words. But I can tell that he does put in effort in his work judging from his blog. And yet we still anger him by not checking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim- This is a man who needs no introduction. I remember when he first stepped into our sec 3 class, he had already established himself as the ultimate tyrant and dictator. But after getting to know him better, he also has a soft and fun side... albeit being very sarcastic and cutting at times =). Even so, his punishments never fail to humiliate the person and bring entertainment to the class! The best so far is probably he making Jun Heng hold the clock up and going to 4A to say that there's not much time left to prelim. Very evil indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Koh- Well... our class is like... one third literature, but I still feel the need to give her the rightful praise she doesn't ( i mean does) deserve. After all, this IS my favourite teacher we are talking about =D =D =D. In truth, this is one very fierce woman who will eat you up if you don't do her every command! All her students live in fear and awe of the great Miss Jennifer... GG man... GG! Haha acutally i think she's very dedicated to her work and really has a passion for teaching. This is one teacher I probably won't be forgetting anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lyana- Our very own chemistry teacher that was our form teacher in sec 3. Chem lessons have never been boring with her around. After all, she is a very sharp and witty teacher who will not fail to "suan" you if you step out of line. Her trademark is probably her false promises that we will have R&amp;amp;R after she goes through this " last piece of transparency"... that surprisingly always coincide with recess time. I guess her ability to teach the class in interesting ways makes her a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mrs Setho- Well, this has been our physics teacher for a whole one year. At first when she entered the class, she scolded us for being 10 mins late and insisted that we stand up straight to greet her properly. We all were like... Sian confirm physics sleep. Then after she has taught us for a period of time, we found that she's actually quite a fun person to be with, very mother-like. Even though she's a little naggy, we still like her for showing so much concern and patience for us naughty students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, I have to stop now. I just spent a whole hour writing this post out... hahaha there's just so much more I can say and i WANT to say. But as Mr Lim always say, Time waits for no man. Better get started on my chemistry soon before mdm lyana starts to suan me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Till next time... if there is a next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3374005360420955806?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3374005360420955806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3374005360420955806' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3374005360420955806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3374005360420955806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-is-near-repost-due-to-unexpected.html' title='The End is Near... (repost due to the unexpected posts sprouting out like Mushbooms)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3990843200485956751</id><published>2007-10-03T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:55:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O lebels</title><content type='html'>For good or for worse,&lt;br /&gt;Word harder for this period 'cause there's no time to be complacent and stay lacksidasical about life. This shouldn't be a period of sedateness still =D its been what we've being working for the last four years. Its your chance, and your game. No turning back.. just the front to gaze and face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3990843200485956751?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3990843200485956751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3990843200485956751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3990843200485956751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3990843200485956751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-lebels.html' title='O lebels'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2321523608174471864</id><published>2007-09-26T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:22:46.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealth...  Suspense... Danger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    The secret agents of the sacred lift are back to defend the world after a short break... or perhaps someone was too lazy to record down their heroic efforts to save the Earth. Yes, these people are the unsung heroes that risk life and limb solely for the sake of protecting the innocent. In fact, today's story is one worthy of being recorded in history, considering the things our agents have put on the line, and deftly showed wit, stealth and speed in this very episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Before I tell you about today, I have to confess that the agents have been caught and tortured before... IF you were wondering why the recent episodes haven't been uploaded, it's because the agent's hands are too pain and bruised to even type... Yes, they were tortured that badly. The agents were ambushed on all sides, with no way out, they chose peace instead of endangering innocent lives and decided to surrender to the evil villain who tortured them =D. They were humiliated, injured, decapitated ( ok maybe not THAT bad). But you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course, our brave agents have made a comeback that everyone* has been awaiting for... to help protect the future of the Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Agent Joel reporting in...&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Agent Si cheng reporting in...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Agent Bronson peeing... i mean reporting in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Today's music featured will be DANGEROUS by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Once again, our mission was perilous, fraught with untold danger. Every step could be our last, any mistake could be fatal but the courage in our hearts overcame that fear. Our mind was focused, we were in tip-top condition after a rest. In fact, the agents were also using their rest period to improve themselves by taking academic exams ( what, you think agent training was always practical and no theory?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me give you an example of a question:    (Try it out and see if you're an agent! The answer is at the bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. What do you do when you see an enemy that is nearby but has NOT detected you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) You charge and punch his/her face till it melts on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;    2) Take a gun attached with a silencer and take him out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;    3) Persuade him/ her to let you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. What will you do if you see an enemy and he/she has DETECTED and is CONFRONTING you. ( This question will show which agent you are like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) You smile and act retarded in order to escape.&lt;br /&gt;    2) You just stand there stunned, hoping the enemy will think you are harmless.&lt;br /&gt;    3) You pee on your pants (Guess who!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alright let's get back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was after our lesson of literature, a subject that is used by agents to detect lies, sarcasm and irony. Our mission was to safely get to the seventh level WITHOUT getting caught, the enemy seems to be getting smarter ( or probably luckier) nowadays. We rushed to the second floor, avoiding all the cameras planted to detect enemy intrusion. With speed, skill, technique, we used various stunts to avoid the cameras. Usually we would hack into the security system and disable all the cameras but time was running out... Not to mention that it is always more fun and cool to do all these stunts. We ARE supposed to be cool agents ya know ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The second floor was empty, anyone could tell ( ok not ANYONE, but trained agents are keen in the eye and sharp in the mind) that it was a trap set for us. After sweeping the area and making sure no surprise attacks were sprung on us, Si Cheng deftly pushed the cold metallic button of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The lifts doors slowly opened, revealing a gigantic bouncer twice (or THRICE) the size of all three agents put together. We were in grave peril now. Fortunately the bouncer wasn't very bright at all. Si Cheng and I swiftly blended in with the crowded, pretending to be deep in discussion and walking along the corridor. Bronson... well... let's just say he's called Pee Boy for a reason. Once the humongous bouncer blundered past our two agents equipped with lithe and well built frames, we instantly did a 180 degree turn and rushed into the lift, with the bouncer barely a metre away from us. Of course, we did it so suddenly, so skilfully that it would have been tough to even know that we were gone. The lift door slowly closed, and the agents heaved a sigh of relief. Mission successful again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This has been a great comeback for the agents, it shows that no matter what has happened, they have not become rusty in every area. Clear evidence has revealed that the agents have recovered from their bad luck streak and is ready to take on people who threaten the world... AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Everybody who actually reads the essays...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Answer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you answer 1,2 or even 3 for question 1, you are definitely not agent material. The answer is none of the above, if you see the enemy just RUN for it. The question requires flexible thinking which is a strict criteria to become an agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you answered 1 for the second question, congrats, you have mastered the art of disguise like Joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you answered 2 for the second question, congrats, you have mastered the art of being dense like Si Cheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you answered 3 for the second question, congrats, you have mastered the art of... oh wait... everybody can pee. Well at least you've learned how to pee compulsively like Bronson. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2321523608174471864?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2321523608174471864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2321523608174471864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2321523608174471864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2321523608174471864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/stealth-suspense-danger.html' title='Stealth...  Suspense... Danger...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1583878377488391982</id><published>2007-09-16T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T04:51:51.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Yay, I'm bored so i'm gonna write some article about the irony of exams. Sue me for being boring but I really dunno what else to write now... all i recall doing now is rotting on the couch/bed/ &lt;insert&gt; here with no meaning in life... Whee what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yes, so let's start on a very very VERY^100000000000000000000e^0 important subject which is exams. Damn I just realized that the exam period is pretty fun ( ok, maybe not so for some but I had FUN!). Think about it, when the exams were here there were so many things to do ( or you could do - NO, studying is NOT included). We get dismissed early everyday, and honestly speaking do you really want to sit through 3 periods of maths rather than do an A Math paper 1 or something. Heck, I'd still rather do like... 2 papers of A math ( O level standard =D) than take 3 periods of maths... oh wait, replace maths with mother tongue ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, we not only had time to do stuff, we were like able to go home in the afternoon and take a nice nap! Since when did we EVER have the chance to do that during the normal school days anyway. By the time we reach home, it's like 4 and you're like " Damn, I'm in the middle of nowhere. I can't sleep because night is falling and I can't concentrate because I'm so TIRED!" But of course I have a very simple solution for you and it lies in the wonderful substance called caffeine. Drink one cup of tea to keep awake till night, one cup of coffee to keep awake till the next morning or one double shot of espresso to kill off your kidney. Now I'm not encouraging you guys to start chugging down loads of tea till your kidney splatters out through your mouth or something but if you really must keep awake this is a good alternative to banging your head on the wall multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Of course there ARE bad points to this... having drinking tea for a few years I realize that even though I am able to stay awake  ( just to hear  you breathing... ok cancel that)  I am still unable  to concentrate as well as my super intelligent brain equivalent to four super computers that are overclocked should work. Note: I am using hyperboles to get my point past... oh wait wasn't the topic supposed to be about exams. Must be the effect of the tea that allows me to ramble on randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, exams are definitely superior to normal lessons. This effect is only temporary, but can easily be remedied if the exam scripts weren't marked. After all, exams give us a goal to work towards to ( haven't we been studying for 4 years just for an O level paper?). Notice how bored I am after the prelims are over - writing crappy essays to pass the time. Furthermore, everyone works ( though at a different level) to obtain desired results*. There's always to benefit of setting the path to a bright future ( that's long term), the mid term benefit of getting some cash from your parents IF they are generous or something ( applicable to some only), and there's the short term benefit - this is REALLY short term - of laughing in your friend's face.... Oh wait, scrap that part, people will probably hate you and unless you can guarantee you don't need friends and can constantly beat them to a pulp academically. I recommend you don't try this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, well, well... better stop here eh? Anyway it's already pretty long and stuff, and it's not about secret agent missions so if you guys read this you'll probably be bored to tears... if you even manage to reach this portion in the first place. At least the blog is revived right?....Right? Eh anyway I don't think the title really fits but who cares! I can't possibly put the pros and cons(  of exams+ of caffeine). Great now i'm blurting stuff out randomly and telling bear jokes. Better stop now... see you guys on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *Results may vary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1583878377488391982?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1583878377488391982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1583878377488391982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1583878377488391982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1583878377488391982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/irony-of-exams.html' title='The Irony of Exams'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6821436345117254565</id><published>2007-09-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:39:19.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day (continued)</title><content type='html'>Cost for cake and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;= $100+++&lt;br /&gt;= not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RuKwCJkjUgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hv5Y0S96tws/s1600-h/IMG_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107838478367019522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RuKxupkjUjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/L7FWa-7Krsk/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RESULTS ???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plenty of good laughs ...&lt;br /&gt;excellent memories... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RuKysZkjUkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K4Qhcoe3Gcc/s1600-h/31082007029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107841403239748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RuKysZkjUkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K4Qhcoe3Gcc/s320/31082007029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6821436345117254565?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6821436345117254565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6821436345117254565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6821436345117254565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6821436345117254565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day-continued.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day (continued)'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RuKwCJkjUgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hv5Y0S96tws/s72-c/IMG_4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8016254045691072386</id><published>2007-09-03T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:54:54.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna miss anything in 4c!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Alright i'm gonna embed the ridiculously embarrassing video of us singing. I mean watch it man, the singing might not be great and the curls might be hair raisingly high. But when i watch it, the warmth and strong bond between all 4cs are very evident. I know you guys are laughing during the curls and yeah they were really abit high because i was very nervous :D so have a look and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sroXoSqOnTI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sroXoSqOnTI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8016254045691072386?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8016254045691072386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8016254045691072386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8016254045691072386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8016254045691072386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-wanna-miss-anything-in-4c.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna miss anything in 4c!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-996051009101469456</id><published>2007-09-01T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T05:20:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here again</title><content type='html'>well im back here again as an add on to joels post below. i think it will be better sounding if you read joels first before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i think teachers day is going to be last event that our class will celebrate, as a class officially, bfore graduation day. on the day before teachers day, i was burdened by an anxiety that event wouldnt be, ya know, fun fer everyone. years of organising bbqs has taught me one thing- to hav everyone enjoying themselves, n havin a great time with one another, is the only thing i wish for, for every organised gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the biggest problem that provoked me to great uncertainty was the song. whilst doing the "cheesy" ppt, i was thinkin. this aint gonna work man. tis bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i consulted brian online for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc:im considering now &lt;br /&gt;sc:whether &lt;br /&gt;sc:we even want the whole class to sway behind &lt;br /&gt;sc:cos like, quite idiotic (this meaning the swaying movements)&lt;br /&gt;brian:class effort man &lt;br /&gt;sc:surely will stop swaying aft a while &lt;br /&gt;brian:its teachers day &lt;br /&gt;brian:not teachers and part 4c day &lt;br /&gt;brian:and leave them behind &lt;br /&gt;brian:eventually they'd sing &lt;br /&gt;brian:whether they like it or not &lt;br /&gt;brian:because its dumb to just stand behind &lt;br /&gt;brian:so just leave them the same way they were today &lt;br /&gt;sc:ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cld say that the reason that made me feel so unassured was last year's gathering. the very first. yall wld know, that the gathering was planned on impulse, on mere preassumption, on inexact estimation, on faith in the class. bam. crumbled into nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped me from daring too much, or to an even larger extent, from understanding too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't understand what stuff 4c was made of. didn't understand the circumstance, the situation, that brian did think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all should know, teachers day went better than planned, surpassing expectations, and pounding all doubts. well.. it was a shame for me to think such things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this class of ours seriously did teach me many things. Not just this teachers day, but the whole year. i entered 3c with a young, immature, narrow-minded view on many things. but after this whole experience with the lot, i feel i owe this class alot more. we may be the last in grades and stuff but i think this experience has been one of the most enriching ones in sec four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned to be alot more real in life, being more human to ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned what acceptance meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned how different people can, in taste and in character, still befriend one another. tis has been a serious eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned that it is not good to begrudge, detest, berate openly, anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im inspired to create the class tshirt before our next gathering aft o's, yea so in conclusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE STUDY HARD AND DO NOT PROCRUSHTINATE THIS HOLS BECAUSE TIME DOES NOT TURN TO UNLEARNED TIDINGS. see yall around, soon :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-996051009101469456?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/996051009101469456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=996051009101469456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/996051009101469456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/996051009101469456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-again.html' title='here again'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4608867465043143458</id><published>2007-08-30T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:31:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day to all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Yep, it's over,everything and I would have to say it all ended on a high note. The day started out pretty lousy for me, there was this constant pain in my calf muscle that was bugging me and it just won't go away ( it still is here). But upon reaching school, I was absolutely too distracted by the thought of, ahem, giving our favourite maths teacher a brand new car ( with three different colours!) I'll consider asking everyone coming back to do the same next year, and considering we only take a mere 10 minutes to do ONE car and there are SEVEN teachers.... hmmm might be a good 70 minutes spent doing all the cars instead. Must not be biased ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course there were teachers as our accomplices as well (quickly take their names down and arrest them for vandalism and obstruction of justice!), even though miss koh and mr hazrin saw us all giving mr lim's car a great makeover without his approval, they simply stood there (guess what?) TAKING PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway after the car was done ( free of charge to our BELOVED mr lim), we all headed back to the canteen where there was supposed to be the BIGGEST PARTY OF THE YEAR! Wow, I was so excited till i found out it lasted... just about five minutes. (But it was still big!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We were supposed to start at around 815 but due to some problems like finding plugs finding teachers finding lyrics AHHHH. But everything fell into place about 15 minutes later and we were supposed to perform "I don't want to miss a thing".&lt;br /&gt;    Note: I never thought that the song could get more cheesey but guess what si cheng did in his presentation to make it cornier? Quote: "Don't want to miss the teacher's things"&lt;br /&gt;... Wow... I was stunned for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway the show HAD to start, time was running out and my heart felt like it was gonna give way anytime ( my leg was no better).&lt;br /&gt; THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!&lt;br /&gt;    That's all i could hear... I was worried though resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They started to play... I was like thinking... uh since when was there an intro. Then I asked Si Cheng and he said " oh we're supposed to start when brian starts to play"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then brian was giving us the " What you guys doing look". Ha ha =D... in shock, i exclaimed " START ALREADY AH?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh well that was already a BAD START ( bear pun!). Well the actual thing started and I was a little hesitant at first because well... I didn't know how it would turn out and everyone was like not singing. But then it's the last teacher's day so let's throw everything out of the window and GO FOR IT! Even if my singing stank at least it'll only be 3 months before I have to stop avoiding everyone haha. Amazingly everyone started to join in and it was like perfect, everything fell in place and spirits were high. I think we did good, great, just out of this world because it really took alot of courage for you guys to sing man. I know this and really, thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I mean, maybe girls or women or females don't understand this but it really takes alot of  bravery and courage for a group of males to just stand there and sing that corny song (corny, but i like it  :D). So, I was pretty surprised when I asked miss koh on her opinion on the performance, it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "So what you think about the performance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " Oh it was a GOOD EFFORT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Hmm yeah, we didn't really rehearse so I was surprised it came out quite well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok this is the punch right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " I said GOOD EFFORT not SHOWSTEALING SPECTACULAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And this folks, is what they call brutal honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Of course in order not to look like a total villain, I would say that she said it was good and fun and heartfelt but hey, the damage had been done and it hit right in the heart. So now I guess we know whose car to target next year. ( Hint: It's small and pink and super girly.) Let's buy the smaller and stickier post its. HeH HEH HEH! Ok now it's time to say just kidding so it would look like a joke... look like :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway we ate some cake and showed mr lim a video of his car being operated on, then we went there had a few laughs and stuff it was a great time of fellowship and fun. I don't really think I can describe it in words- you just had to be there to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, as you can see, everything fell in place as it should. It was a phenomenal event at teacher's day 2007 - the best, in fact, from my experiences- and it won't be something the class 4c or the teachers will be forgetting soon ( i hope). Well, have fun and enjoy your holidays for we're in for another week of highs and lows as the prelims slowly return to our sight radius... Be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4608867465043143458?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4608867465043143458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4608867465043143458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4608867465043143458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4608867465043143458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-day-to-all.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day to all!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6129574847369094717</id><published>2007-08-23T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:29:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Haha after all the planning ( or talk) about teacher's day. We finally got the ball rolling... even though there's only one week left. I think it's gonna be pretty fun this year, we have games( or game) and we have a song performance and we're doing my favourite song heheheh - I don't wanna miss a thing rocks man. Anyway everything's going great now we have settled what we want to do ( since it's only two items LOL). There was supposed to be a dance segment but it got scrapped due to time constraints... oh well guess there won't be any dance using michael jackson's 'bad'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    I'm sure this year is gonna be great even though it's in the midst of prelims haha, I don't know why but sometimes i actually DO miss school... more of missing my friends and SOME of the teachers ( SOME =D). Last year in Victoria, Last teacher's day, I'll give my best for the performance and I hope everyone does to.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    The plan seems to be pretty simple, those that are supporting singers just have to join in during the chorus and just hope for the best... as quoted by Mr Lim :D. He's really gonna be getting a great gift from 4c... heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6129574847369094717?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6129574847369094717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6129574847369094717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6129574847369094717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6129574847369094717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1930372211181958427</id><published>2007-08-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:58:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing with Super Saurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Many have heard of the legendary Super Saurus, but little have lived to tell the tale. Today, I come to you, bruised, battered and even on the brink of death to tell you of this magnificent beast. We were a group of archaeologists (our other job is being secret agents) that stumbled upon a long lost secret - me, Si Cheng, uh Yan Jie, Brian, Bronson and... some others whom I can't remember... my memory has been damaged permanently after the encounter with the Super Saurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well it all started with a simple lunch break during Friday Lunch Club... except that it was on Wednesday ( I think). Note how I am simply unable to remember minor details. We had a meal at the food court at basement... what a lie... that place was actually a gigantic mining site full of hidden treasures. There were antique tables, exotic chairs, foreign food straight from korea and other parts of the world. It was no surprise that was home to the legendary Super Saurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After that simple meal of rocks and wild beasts that we had caught with our bear hands (whoops i meant bare), we decided to venture into an untold place of adventure, danger and excitement! We creeped our way through the vast complex, hoping to find more treasure... we definitely hit the jackpot when we spotted a Super Saurus hiding among other animals- a pig, a cow, a dog (maybe two)-all through our binoculars. We silently made our way through the rough and intimidating terrain to have a closer look at this rare finding. The Super Saurus remained relatively still upon seeing our arrival, it was probably cautious ( perhaps even curious) about these strangers. One brave soul set out to pet it... It was the PEE BOY! We were all afraid that the pee boy would pee on his pants - or even worse, on us! However he just calmly petted the enormous creature once on the head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    " What the heck?!" I exclaimed. " It's too addictive, let me try!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I petted the creature once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BOING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We were astounded by our amazing discovery, the Super Saurus was extremely friendly ( in fact, it had this stupid grin on his face that could not be wiped off, as if it was printed on him). We were all happily petting the Super Saurus vigorously when the keeper of the Super Saurus arrived... and she had a fierce look at her face that just said " Stop harassing the Super Saurus." I guess the legend was wrong... the Super Saurus didn't kill people, the Keeper did! We tried to explain that we were all archaeologists but had forgotten to put on our badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With that... we just BEAT IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Beat it... beat it... beat it (pause) beat it beat it ( panting sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We arrived at a mysterious store full of toys but I'll touch on that in the next post... So many things happened this week man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mature Audiences only, please do not press play if you are not above 18 or you will be violating federal law. Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFZYi1EbBSs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFZYi1EbBSs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1930372211181958427?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1930372211181958427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1930372211181958427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1930372211181958427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1930372211181958427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/bouncing-with-super-saurus.html' title='Bouncing with Super Saurus'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7182616552167511252</id><published>2007-08-14T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:37:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 3: Ambush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After taking a long break to celebrate our country's birthday, being the patriotic agent that I am, I'm back for more fast paced action with my partner Si Cheng. Though Si Cheng now looks pretty out-of-shape considering he stuffed his face during the holidays, however, I am still in optimal shape. My daily routine comprises of 100 dead lifts, 100 sit-ups, 100 crunches, 100 bicep curls for a body bursting to the brim with muscle - I know my uniform hides this quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was Tuesday, a simple day, one filled with empty lethargy. The day started out with Endurance training aka Physics lesson, where one must struggle to keep awake. I must say this training is rather effective ( be it good or bad), some of the agents have learnt how to sleep with their eyes open. There was Intelligence training following that, a test was held and quick wits were needed in order to ace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But let's not get to deep into our agent hardcore training, even though some would describe it as a ridiculously cruel death camp. =D Recess ( aka mission time) has finally arrived and the agency deployed the elite agents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I observed the surrounding... many people eating... noisy, chaotic... almost like a school canteen. But this was a mission field! There were many innocent civilians, and their lives might be in danger if anyone found out our identity. Si Cheng blended in well though... he  was practically stuffing himself with a WIDE variety of food. I snorted and carried on surveying the area... a beep in my earpiece tipped me off that it was time for Mission... 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I immediately sprang up from my chair and took out my pistol, cleverly hidden as a pen. ( I bought it on Ebay.... Tell me why i need another pistol pen...) Us agents have all the cool gadgets. Today my comrades are, Si Cheng, Pee boy and Edwin. The meeting place was always the same... i was almost getting sick of it, till i realized that it was all part of the job. Sigh... life can get monotonous sometimes... how wrong i was to even think that the agent job could be boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As usual we made our way there doing a huge variety of stunts, from rolling to somersaulting to cartwheeling to using the stairs as a slide. You ask it, we've done it, and we'll do it somemore for the chicks. The area was surprisingly empty this time, something was amiss... like the money in my wallet. Everything was going smoothly, like a smooth criminal, till someone was pressing the freaking lift buttons again... No points for guessing who (hint it's a mischievous little hobbit that's barely the size of my thumb). But this time it's gonna be different... Oh yeah it's gonna be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The moment the ding sound was heard on the sixth floor we rushed out and up to the second floor, light speed. Mr Gnome was anxiously awaiting for us to pop out on the seventh heaven, we could even hear his gnomish cackle when we were rushing up. Things were gonna get bloody... real bloody &gt;=D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The hobbit attempted to make a run for it but his short stubby legs only allowed him to move like one cm per step... we practically walked there, taking a leisurely stroll and pinning him down with one thumb. We tied him to the pillar and took turns to burp in his face, he begged, he cried, he kicked and screamed but there was no stopping the streaming of stinky, loud booming burps ( especially from Si Cheng... who ate garlic YUCKS MAN)! He fainted after a few rounds ( personally speaking, I would have fainted earlier). Then he woke up after a few mins when we splashed cold water on him... then this time we farted at his face. I could have sworn it turned green ( if it wasn't already green in the first place). He vomitted at us but we stored it in a pail and gave him a "barf shower". Don't mess with the agents man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7182616552167511252?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7182616552167511252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7182616552167511252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7182616552167511252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7182616552167511252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-3-ambush.html' title='Mission 3: Ambush!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6353929985548470923</id><published>2007-08-10T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:40:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>another two fridays and it would be what we've all been working towards for the past four years. well, phase 1 of our examination periods at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work hard yall =) persist consistently for the exams. they might just hit us hard this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6353929985548470923?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6353929985548470923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6353929985548470923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6353929985548470923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6353929985548470923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7221806559218800916</id><published>2007-08-06T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:23:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 2: Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Working in the secret service has never been easy... always in constant danger... always putting our life on the line... But after a total of 6 years in the service, I realized that's the price to pay for living life on the cutting edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've seen a couple of newbie agents planning to join in our extreme missions. Some of them have lots of talent, I almost see another me or Si Cheng in them. Others however fall short of even being my hostage, such as Bronson who only knows how to whine and pee on his white pants. Note: The contrast between your pearl white pants and your dirty yellow stain is totally uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, I'm only writing today to tell you more about our mission, which has become ever more perilous and dangerous. Now the many lives of young newbie agents are in my hands, any wrong move on me or Si cheng's part would result in the loss of innocence in these pure beings, I could not do that... I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being elite agents, we tend to get double crossed when we put our trust in others. Lesson no.1 in the elite industry is that the only person you can trust is nobody... because nobody's perfect. LOL ok lame bear pun. Anyway i've had the bitter taste of betrayal in today's mission - from a group of my most trusted friends. Si Cheng also feels the same way, but is unable to express his feelings in words. All he could do was cry. But it's okay, because real men cry =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, here's my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Recess has just ended. You know me, student by day, agent by night.... or whenever i'm on the first floor and heading to the classroom. News of our initial success has spread like wildfire, and many people from all over the world ( which means 4c) had come to be our apprentices in the art of stealth, agility, and quick wits. These chosen few were supposed to be the light of the future, but apparently some of them were only bent on double crossing us, to make us fail and sink into a miserable existence where we will be condemned for being heroic agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Let's go, fellow agents!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We rushed to the second floor, avoiding any oncoming bystanders nimbly with a combination of somersaults, backflips and wall climbing. The prefects tried to shoot at us with their high, piercing and annoying voices but their efforts were futile. We were too quick for their slow little sound waves. It is said that only things that move at the speed of light is able to transcend our speed, which is why time is able to pass by us effortlessly. Speaking of effort, the newly recruited agents were almost up to par with the pros ( me and si cheng).... almost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We reached our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fortunately for us the coast was as clear as my mind this time. Everything was falling into place smoothly, and it seemed like this was gonna be a breeze. I wanted to newbies to toughen up but they were getting loser sissy training. I did a couple of rolls on the floor to be sure, there might be hidden snipers. My pistol stirred nervously under my coat ( or uniform, whichever), my sixth sense told me there was gonna be trouble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I casually pushed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si cheng was keeping a lookout, covering my back... the rest were making a lot of noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The two silvery doors slid open gracefully, revealing a empty spot for the whole team to step on - i was careful in case the floors had hidden traps.... there wasn't. The whole team jumped in and we pressed the "close button"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The door was merely a centimeter away from closing when suddenly four of the new recruits sprang out and ran up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It all occurred to me and si cheng instantaneously - we had been betrayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was a race against time as the lift shot upwards towards heaven, the seventh floor awaited us and every second loss was a moment of peril and impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lift had stopped on the third floor! We might be in trouble. The double crossers' elaborate plan to eliminate the legendary agents were indeed formidable and well executed. Si Cheng and I whipped out our pistols and decided to clear every floor before proceeding. It was never our style to kill but we had no choice this time. Disposing the body would prove to be quite a chore. Bronson was hiding in the corner of the lift, weeping constantly ( I could see a smelly yellow pool of liquid forming at the floor but that was of no importance... except that the smell could kill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As the door slid open Si Cheng rolled out, aiming every possible direction in case of any intruders. We had a weapon and we aren't afraid to use it. We could see the shadows of the traitors fleeting away in the brightly lit stairs. We shot at them but missed. The bullet ricocheted and put a few holes in the wall. There was trouble now.  They could now stop the lift at every floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lift stopped at the fifth floor... only two more to go. Beads of sweat were pouring down our foreheads. The finger on the trigger was constantly twitching, ever ready to fire off a bullet at any foe.&lt;br /&gt;The fifth was clear, we rushed back in and told Bronson to stop peeing on his pants or we would shoot him. Imagine being stuck in an enclosed area with 4 people, the atmosphere reeked of only sweat, blood and urine. It was really getting on my nerves, and getting in Si Cheng's nosehair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The sixth floor... one more... just one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The sixth floor had an innocent bystander there, we had no choice but to take him out. One bullet for the head and one bullet to the chest, standard procedure. Using brute strength, Si Cheng lifted him up and flung him off the building. We saw his limp, lifeless body thud softly on the rock solid ground. We turned coolly and left the scene. We were used to dealing with corpses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally... The last floor. We were all gasping for air in the lift as it was saturated with the strong stench of urine wafting mercilessly into our nasal passages. It was as if invisible hands were strangling you. The only person unaffected was the pee boy ( duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The door opened and our foes were standing there, mocking at us with their arrogant faces. Though we could have just used our elegant pistols to blow a hole into their hard hearts, we decided to settle this man to man, fist to fist. Si Cheng and I were experts at unarmed combat, well trained in the arts of taekwondo, ninjutsu and karate. Jun Heng ( traitor no.1) rushed at us with his little stature, he was LOLLOPing again. I could hold him back with one finger. I gave him a left hook and water spurted out of his mouth. He fell on to the floor unconscious. "You've been hit by, you've been hit by, a smooth criminal", some music suddenly played in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si cheng was about to give yan jie a uppercut directly to the chin when suddenly han cong came and pulled them apart. Suddenly all of us started dancing and singing "Beat it"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The fight was over... we were victorious once again! No one wants to be defeated! Show them how funky and strong is your fight is, it doesn't matter, who's wrong or right. Just beat it! Beat it! Beat it! Beat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And so we all "beat it" and left to class happily, dancing our way throughout the journey. Jun Heng had gained a bloody nose and Bronson had effectively dyed his school pants yellow. It appears that violence does have it's rewards sometimes eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7221806559218800916?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7221806559218800916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7221806559218800916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7221806559218800916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7221806559218800916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-2-betrayal.html' title='Mission 2: Betrayal'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6264862519858406962</id><published>2007-08-06T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:36:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4c stuff</title><content type='html'>Just wanna update, some of the events that are being planned to happen by end of year would be (trying to be confirmed..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overseas trip (langkawi)&lt;br /&gt;november bbq&lt;br /&gt;december bbq&lt;br /&gt;class shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope yall wld show support fer it =) notices for class stuff wont be up for a while though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slotho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6264862519858406962?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6264862519858406962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6264862519858406962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6264862519858406962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6264862519858406962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/4c-stuff.html' title='4c stuff'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8429197001010291142</id><published>2007-08-02T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:41:35.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 1: Operation Lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agent Joel reporting in...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Agent Si Cheng reporting for duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tense mission impossible music starts to play in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After a long and exhausting 2 periods of lit, the two agents have been liberated from the torment and cruelty of the evil Miss Koh, by using a combination of wit, agility and intelligence. We sprang out of the library, and rolled on the floor a couple of times to scan and survey the area, keeping our heads down in case we get caught in a cross fire- secret agents like us always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After doing a couple of "act cool" poses in front of the library to attract all the chicks, we sneaked past the teachers at the canteen, oblivious to our presence due to our training in stealth combat. Si cheng and I made haste as we had to get to our rendezvous point  as quickly as possible to avoid being detected. Alas, the place had already been plagued by an enemy spy, a person seeking to capture our two heros and send them to the dreaded... M CHIA!  ( Name shall not be revealed for confidential purposes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Using our excellent acting techniques and ability, we blended in with the environment, acting like a normal student simply heading for our next lesson. We casually circled the area, entering and exiting the toilet, when in fact we were observing the situation every milisecond. Our keen eyesight let slip that the coast was clear, and swiftly we pushed the button. Time was slowly wasting away, every second we were there we could get caught, brought to the chambers of hell, suffering a fate worse than death itself. What could I say, our jobs requires us to put ourselves at risk... for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The gateway to success has finally opened, Si cheng and I were about to stroll in when we encountered the bouncer of the gate. He stared at us sternly and fear stirred in our hearts, was it the end of our two heros? We shifted gear and decided to put on an air of ignorance and innocence. I looked sheepishly at the gigantic figure hovering over my fragile, skinny body then began to LOLLOP away in the opposite direction. Si cheng caught on pretty quick and started to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We pushed the button for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Once again the two doors slid open, revealing our escape route. We dashed inside, there was no time to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One of the enemy was walking towards us, accelerating at a exponential speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What was our fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I pushed the close button rapidly, hoping, praying, begging, that the doors would shut and lead us to victory. Beads of perspiration rolled down our heads as tension rose. The two doors were at a fraction of an inch when we saw that the enemy had arrived, but was unable to catch the two professionals. We could hear him cursing and swearing, kicking the metallic wall that served as a barrier between good and evil. That sound was just so satisfying to our ears, after all our effort, we had made it past all the obstacles and emerged victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ding. The gate had opened once again on a higher plane. We thought it was the end of it all, but then the door slid open, revealing another one who had the authority to send us right back to hell. Not knowing what to do by this sudden change in the situation, we opted for our only option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Good morning, madam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She silently pointed towards the exit and we hurriedly left. I guess sucking up does work sometimes =D. Everything seemed to stop for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   We had made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We had completed our mission without being killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tears of joy rolled down our cheeks freely as we kissed the sweet ground of the seventh floor. Hi fives and hugs were given to one another upon the realization that we were both still alive and kicking. Could there be anymore bliss than surviving such an ordeal? We started to know the importance of life, and how short life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The two agents have survived this time... but will they make it for another round?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8429197001010291142?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8429197001010291142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8429197001010291142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8429197001010291142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8429197001010291142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-1-operation-lift.html' title='Mission 1: Operation Lift'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6597875406021140537</id><published>2007-07-29T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T04:01:53.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>countdown: 24 days from monday tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog seems to become a source of hope and messages of comfort for everyone, rather than permitted strictly to flc members for friday meetings. well. i dont think that's a bad idea to be honest =) hope we all can use this blog to help one another, de-stress one another, keep everyone laughing till their cheeks go bonkers, so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets persist aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we can joke even when the wintry depression has befallen and nicked the victory outta us, that we can outshine in times of hurt now. cos theres no reason why we shouldnt stand up for what we know capable of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now would not be the same as the first term, nor the 2nd, nor the first half of our third one. prelim fever will relinquish your hopes into fears. just keep the torch of faith alit yea. gotta last thru this final one together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6597875406021140537?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6597875406021140537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6597875406021140537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6597875406021140537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6597875406021140537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-24-days-from-monday-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2424831509147831212</id><published>2007-07-28T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:47:58.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh, we ( the whole class) - every single one of us has come quite a long way from our infant state. So quickly did 4 years of studying in VS pass by, it's almost as if it slipped by unnoticed. Reality only sinks in when we realize we don't have much time left, if 4 years could just sneak by our grasp what's the mere 26 days left to our prelim 2? The all important exam that determines our future, be it bleak or bright. Everyone is starting to rear up the engines, some already all fired up and tension is running high ( at least in me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just think about it, everything that lies ahead in your very life falls into this tiny exam. Perhaps when 10 years, 20 years have passed, we will still remember this particular event... just visualizing the collection of results next year leaves my heart racing. Will it be a joyous event or one filled with sorrow and teardrops. Sometimes fate might pull a fast one on you, destroy your hopes in one fell swoop, regardless of how much effort you put in. Of course I hope it happens to none of us, but if it really does, how many of us have the courage to pick ourselves and continue? I have to admit I'm really not sure about myself, which is sometimes why I dare not hope, I dare not dream or even set a goal for myself. But those reading this blog, set a goal, set a vision to achieve and use that as a source of motivation. At least if everything tumbles and doesn't go your way, you can tell yourself that you did your best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mr Lim said that blogs are for little lonely people who have no friends and this is the only way to express themselves but I beg to differ. This blog, for example, is proof for our close bond and friendship. A blog that is open for all our FLC members to post, though most of them really don't exercise this right. The bond between all the 4c people is special, none excluded =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2424831509147831212?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2424831509147831212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2424831509147831212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2424831509147831212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2424831509147831212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-3184242616103442031</id><published>2007-07-25T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:07:50.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Lalalaaaa this blog has been kicked into a hollow grave and filled with mud. We stand here reciting our eulogy for this pathetic dump where no one posts in except the saddest, loneliest piece of scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To start the eulogy, I would have to talk about teacher's day celebration as a final farewell. Considering that most of our FLC members are now in the Enhanced Study Programme, also known as ESP for short. Not to say anything offending about it but personally i feel that it is a ESPecially waste of time =D. Joking joking the school is doing its best to help you guys so appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway from what i heard, the class of 4c is performing for teacher's day and there's gonna be singing and dancing and all that stuff. All that sounds pretty good to me hahaha ( maybe i'll get to sing I don't want to miss a thing or You're the inspiration! =D ) Anyway all this is still in the process of planning so let's not get our hopes up. I myself think this idea is pretty good, it's our final year in Victoria and the least we could do is show our appreciation for the teachers and all the hard work they have put in throughout the 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Damn, i'm starting to sound more and more preachy by the post. Zzzz. The photos for the Aston FLC meeting for the FOURTH time are up, check them out. Good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-3184242616103442031?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/3184242616103442031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=3184242616103442031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3184242616103442031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/3184242616103442031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day celebration'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5716843158758591811</id><published>2007-07-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:59:07.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vibey</title><content type='html'>hey peeps, just wanna thank you all for comin yesterday. hope you all enjoyed it =D GOOD FOOD RIGHT! haha i check my shortbread stocks and realised only got like 4 customers bought it. WAH LAU LOL. thanks heng and brian for helping the dishes and stuff, or i wouldnt make it out of vibe alive. really appreciate you all comin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sloth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5716843158758591811?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5716843158758591811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5716843158758591811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5716843158758591811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5716843158758591811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/vibey.html' title='vibey'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8957987012331903633</id><published>2007-07-21T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:27:20.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      For a while i've been thinking on my life... my story... what impact have i made on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I realized so suddenly that one should treasure whatever one has and be content. How lucky I am compared to others suffering in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Similarly we should always believe that we reap what we sow, let's take our O levels for example, we have to work in order to achieve our desired results. If we strive to do our best, and we work our hearts out, even if we DON'T get what we want we will not have any regrets. I don't want any of people in 4c to cry during the release of results, including me. I admit i haven't been working hard but I'm going to start now and I hope that those who haven't also start. I once heard a line from Andrew, he told me " Joel can definitely get into VJC, it's whether he wants to do it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Even though this line was said so casually, it made a great impact on me, somehow i felt inspired to work hard. Sometimes a simple line of encouragement can mean alot to the person receiving it. So if you have read this, go tell someone that he or she can do it, it's whether he or she wants to strive for his or her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I might sound a little preachy and naggy but this is how i really feel. I know sometimes i can be like a giant bastard and go around suaning people but I don't really mean it. I still like you guys alot haha. Anyway, we should always try our best to help one another, to encourage instead of beating each other gone. Cast away all negative impressions and let bygones be bygones. Start to accept those you dislike, and help them change. I'll try  to do it and i hope that you people reading this would follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O well, that's all i wanted to say in this post. It might not sound like me but that's how i feel now. This is not a "Dear Kelly" or "Dear aunt anne" post but just what I've been thinking of. Good bye =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8957987012331903633?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8957987012331903633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8957987012331903633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8957987012331903633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8957987012331903633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-106626219368610452</id><published>2007-07-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:11:32.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria Challenge '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RqGUvmaWGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLGaymlyfUk/s1600-h/IMG_4145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512599391181282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RqGUvmaWGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLGaymlyfUk/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RqGDcWaWGdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B-72_htAylQ/s1600-h/IMG_4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089493576981027282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RqGDcWaWGdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B-72_htAylQ/s320/IMG_4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-106626219368610452?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/106626219368610452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=106626219368610452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/106626219368610452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/106626219368610452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/victoria-challenge-07.html' title='Victoria Challenge &apos;07'/><author><name>Legionarion Conquistadorz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwuq8VJaorA/RqGUvmaWGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLGaymlyfUk/s72-c/IMG_4145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4885836425769065238</id><published>2007-07-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T07:25:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rp90Itb2EAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/f2qXd6aGmS4/s1600-h/IMG_4138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rp90Itb2EAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/f2qXd6aGmS4/s320/IMG_4138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088913796936110082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)  that's us. 4c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4885836425769065238?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4885836425769065238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4885836425769065238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4885836425769065238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4885836425769065238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPkcmXNcvcg/Rp90Itb2EAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/f2qXd6aGmS4/s72-c/IMG_4138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5445452731519102785</id><published>2007-07-17T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:54:07.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verily Verily i say unto you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I shall attempt to speak in parables this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A steak is not really food but actually a piece of flesh from a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Medium well has alot of blood, but rare has alot more blood.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    There is no end to life only an end to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The tip of a gun can be used to kill or knock out a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fear is a double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cool eh i made that all up. You guys have to think about what it really means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, the FLC ppl went to aston's... again! The spirits of the club were high and we all went crazy and ordered fish... except me of course... i'm a carnivore rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It was apparent that Si Cheng was on a diet as he hid himself away at a corner slowly sipping his Hot Chocolate... is it as hot as me? Probably not. But I spotted him gnawing on the cup... i guess i'm gonna have to pay for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway the pics aren't up yet but they will be in a few days. Good bye and good night and good day and good me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5445452731519102785?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5445452731519102785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5445452731519102785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5445452731519102785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5445452731519102785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/verily-verily-i-say-unto-you.html' title='Verily Verily i say unto you...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-639095090391485702</id><published>2007-07-15T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T06:22:49.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vc giv thanks</title><content type='html'>tho it may be 2days aft vc, i still wanna give some thanks for the vc.. 4C07 did dam well this year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks loads for the hardships and stress you peeps faced, or else we would never have finished the vc in time. i believe this years challenge was one of a kind for our class, 4C did own shit with the final product.. haha rmb the time when we stepped into the parade square with the final piece? that was one prime moment of class history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the helping hands, the profoundly complex brainstorming skills you guys had to acquire for piecing everything up, was just purely remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;we were pretty much at loss at around 1.30am in the morning, when heng seemed to be panicking real hard and the rest all getting dam tired. It was then that Mr Hazrin called us to take a break. it was bleak man then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more astoundingly was that we managed to pick ourselves up from our weaknesses  and go back into fast-paced pasting agn. the alternating of turns was so natural, and cooperative, such that all the time someone was at work at least.. that surely required dam much of class unity and devotion to have it rollin haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning photos were great too, no fussing over poorly taken photos, everyone managed to capture enough pictures before lunch period. besides several &lt;em&gt;exclusive&lt;/em&gt; photos (wth leg hair LOL), things still went really well. though the afternoon was pretty much slack for all of us, we mustnt forget the effort of Heng Renan and Mr Hazrin, who ventured off into a long and weary journey for developing the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the vc has helped yall to get to know one another better, bond us closer as a class. its a paramount event of our class time since last years 3C bbq, and i just wanna thank you all for making this time for us so blessed and wonderful! =)&lt;br /&gt;bles&lt;br /&gt;Home of 4C&lt;br /&gt;Junheng Brian Renan Kevin Daniel Joel Edwin Bronson Khalis Genghao Hassan Ridzwan Hafez Jongoh Jonong Yanyang Andrew Farhan Wenxian Chunkang Jixian Yanjie Hancong Kugun Sicheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets rock this term aye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-639095090391485702?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/639095090391485702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=639095090391485702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/639095090391485702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/639095090391485702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/vc-giv-thanks.html' title='vc giv thanks'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-5046232815566800261</id><published>2007-07-13T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:40:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Victorian Challenge, how to keep awake for 24 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Today we zoom in on a spectacular event also known as the Victorian Challenge! This event is only held ONCE in every FOUR years, wow it's like the Olympics or even the World Cup.... it's that bad! Haha just kidding. It was pretty fun but really really tiring. Like you would just lie down on the floor and BAM you're asleep and snoring and disturbing the rest you inconsiderate fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway the day started out rather well, we were all enthusiastic and hyped up about the Victorian Challenge. We shouted our lungs out during the ceremony, but the ironic thing is that we were told to do so... so yeah it sounded pretty insincere hahaha. Why would someone rehearse when to clap and when to shout and when the cheer for a ceremony. If it was really that great we would do it naturally anyway. But that's rather minor so let's get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To begin, i was paired up with si cheng to take a bunch of pictures with my digital camera. The pictures were supposed to be 75% yellow which meant that yellow was supposed to be the dominant colour in the photo. We did see some interesting yellow dominant pictures in a magazine but decided to skip over them :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While pictures were being taken, grids were being drawn. Draw draw draw until 12 o clock then most of us go eat lunch =P. I was in the night shift so I went to catch a movie with my friends. Hairy Potty and the Order of the Pe***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On a side note, Harry Potter is really an overhyped movie that is a must watch for fans only. I didn't find it particularly interesting or climatic and I honestly feel that the book is better as it allows room for imagination. But I have to admit a movie is always good to have a certain feel of the setting and the appearances of the characters itself. Though the effects were very well done in this movie, the plotline just falls through a plothole (ok lame pun) but still they cut off ALOT of things and even editted some info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I returned at night and well, progress was slow once we reached the school crest. It was really puzzling and sometimes even frustrating to figure out which piece fits best. Furthermore, only a few people could work at a time because we were pasting the pieces ONE by ONE. There was supposed to be some group cycle thing but apparently that flew out the window =D. Anyway I did some pasting and figuring out but then when it came to 12 plus my brain was dissolved in to a pile of mindless goo.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    I ate alot on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And "You're the inspiration" played on the radio at around 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At 6 in the morning I really cannot tahan already then go take taxi go home sleep...sleep...sleep... till 1 plus, when I was rudely awakened by my lit teacher Miss Jennifer Koh zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh well it's time to go off to prepare my presentation of the product for tomorrow. I'm the overall IC for the presentation yay.... NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-5046232815566800261?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/5046232815566800261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=5046232815566800261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5046232815566800261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/5046232815566800261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/victorian-challenge-how-to-keep-awake.html' title='The Victorian Challenge, how to keep awake for 24 hours'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8838736996478378352</id><published>2007-07-09T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:29:50.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attention wanted</title><content type='html'>calling all bloggers for friday lunch club blog, &lt;br /&gt;Bronson Genghao Edwin Hancong Yanjie etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TAKE A ROLE IN UPDATING THIS BLOG OTHERWISE IT WILL BE DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8838736996478378352?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8838736996478378352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8838736996478378352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8838736996478378352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8838736996478378352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/attention-wanted.html' title='attention wanted'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-6026286854569381093</id><published>2007-07-06T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T05:12:40.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to back posting action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi all, i know i haven't been posting for awhile because the president is a giant slacker that doesn't like to update the blog. But of course there are other members who have the power to post so i CAN probably slack off without anybody noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well we've went out quite a couple of times this week and i have to admit i'm pretty exhausted from all the STUDYING and traveling =D. Anyway, we went to watch Transformers ( ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!) on wednesday at marina square. It was pretty noisy and uh... action packed. The storyline was really shallow though so it was more like a giant robot slugfest... What a great outing... Si cheng should have been there but he decided to fufill his CCA commitments.... you ah.... do too much sports will go crazy ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I did a funny quiz at my other friend's blog and it seemed pretty interesting. Like how my friend is pretty ugly... lol jking. Anyway the rules are simple so feel free to try it out and post your results right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Inversion... yes i'm feeling pretty inverted it's like the world's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl... ok so it probably means that i'll get alot of girls in life =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Om Mani Padme Hm... some weird song which probably means yes you will get married to a very beautiful lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Notes.../Prima Donna... He must be a real mugger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Cruel Angel Thesis... Yes i agree that angels can be pretty cruel... like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What was primary school like?&lt;br /&gt;Requiem... yeah right my primary school life was far from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Circle of the moon... it means that i'll go one full circle in life and live to an old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I was born to love you... Aww thanks, i'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Shine... uh... i think whatever is in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Epic Battle - Prelude... my life is an epic battle between good and evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;History Beckons... Thank you thank you i'm meant for big things... to make History!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera... Well this makes some sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Grace make peace... they must see me as a very peaceful person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;x4open... open to other people opinions =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Gaze from hell... How appropriate... so many girls trying to seduce me ya know =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare... obviously i enjoy having nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Stan (feat. Dido)... this is easy, i'll have a wife called Dido and a son called Stan... what a stupid name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's the end... good luck for VC. Being in charge of security i have  to ensure safety comes first =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-6026286854569381093?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/6026286854569381093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=6026286854569381093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6026286854569381093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/6026286854569381093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-back-posting-action.html' title='Back to back posting action'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1417771905567279017</id><published>2007-07-06T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:55:23.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;yo peeps, just did up a draft of vc.  take a read yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4C VICTORIA CHALLENGE 2007&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GENERAL: &lt;br /&gt;aim to create and decorate a banner of 30m with the imprints of the entire class's bodies on it by the use of water soluble acryllic paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sole purpose of this banner is to tell everyone (since deemed as worst class of the cohort) thatwe are just as well expressive and any other individual, and we all carry distiguished characteristics (as seen from the different poses on the banner). We are all unique in ourselves. But looking at this banner,seeing how all of us have our silhouettes imprinted together, arms criss-cross, tells us another thing too. We don't have to be divided to be different. And we all share the same good ol spirit of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will hang the banner, suspended between the two bridges. (to be confirmed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPS FOR INDIVIDUAL:&lt;br /&gt;1. Outline of body by using a simple permanent black marker&lt;br /&gt;2. Splashing of acryllic paint on the edges of person whilst lying down&lt;br /&gt;3. Embolding of black outline using black acryllic paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE: &lt;br /&gt;Parade Square. &lt;br /&gt;In wet weather conditions, corridor along seventh story classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;ITEMS USED:&lt;br /&gt;26x acryllic bottles (13 litres)&lt;br /&gt;- 3 Black&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Yellow&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Green&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Red&lt;br /&gt;- 5 Blue&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Purple&lt;br /&gt;- 1 White&lt;br /&gt;30m X 1.7m BANNER&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;5 black markers&lt;br /&gt;Misc. (BBQ and so on)&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME PROGRAMME:&lt;br /&gt;(on the day before, we need to get some people to help do the banner backup: stick newspaper&lt;br /&gt;behind and strengthen it.)&lt;br /&gt;0900: challenge begins&lt;br /&gt;0900 - 0945: bringing out the banner, preparation of paints, briefing&lt;br /&gt;0945 - 1200: painting of first 10 people&lt;br /&gt;1200 - 1300: lunch break&lt;br /&gt;1330 - 1530: painting of the next 10 people&lt;br /&gt;1530 - 1630: break&lt;br /&gt;1630 - 1830: painting of last 6 people, major touch up and background decoration&lt;br /&gt;1830 - 1930: pack up/ clean up&lt;br /&gt;1930 - 0000: BBQ/ Night Movie/ PS2 =) slack time la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500 - 0700: final suspension over the two bridges. (to be confirmed.)&lt;br /&gt;0700 - 0900: free and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much whats gonna happen.. dont worry not everyone has to be chiongster go do the banner. there'll be radio playing, soccer (lol of cos illegal lah), chapteh whatever you all wanna do whilst the banner done. just dont run off too far from parade square =) hope you all find it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is time restraints and its coming next thurs.. to be honest i dont know whether we can find resources in time, but if theres anyone interested in helping out (like getting the stuff and finding prices..), please contact me. ill really appreciate it v much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project cancelled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1417771905567279017?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1417771905567279017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1417771905567279017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1417771905567279017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1417771905567279017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/vc.html' title='vc'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-575431453684953864</id><published>2007-07-03T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:21:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back again</title><content type='html'>dear beloved flc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP PREASE NOW NOT THE TIME TO BE EMO WHEN WE STILL GOT HALF A YEAR OF BROTHERHOOD OK =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow going out to watch transformers at ps or tm, not sure, anyone in? heh tmr there'll be discussion for bloody victoria challenge so please dont zhao from physics prac. farnk euu belly march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best lit peepz fer tmr too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sloth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-575431453684953864?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/575431453684953864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=575431453684953864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/575431453684953864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/575431453684953864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-again.html' title='back again'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-8375036574481747882</id><published>2007-06-29T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T04:12:26.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our class, 4c</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    I'm back, and i know haven't been blogging recently which is partially due to exams and my busy schedule. Of course, the exams are now mostly over, with only our literature paper 2 left for the lit people in 4c. Good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Today I had a conversation with Han Cong, and it was extremely heartening to see that he appreciates us so much as friends. I have to admit that i am a little touched, and we when all think back on the two years we have spent together, i really feel that we have bonded well as a class. We are all united, we all care for each other. These are times that we should definitely treasure as Fate has let our paths cross... How much time left do we actually have to spend with each other considering that 'O' levels are coming. I really feel fortunate to have made such great friends and i hope that we will keep in contact after we go our separate ways. We have gotten in trouble as a class, let's show them that we can emerge victorious as a class as well! Relationships are meant to be treasured, my friends. I sincerely hope that you guys feel the same as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-8375036574481747882?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/8375036574481747882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=8375036574481747882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8375036574481747882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/8375036574481747882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-class-4c.html' title='Our class, 4c'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-668970989455784425</id><published>2007-06-24T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:56:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-O-Y TRIP</title><content type='html'>WE ARE GOING &lt;strong&gt;LANGKAWI&lt;/strong&gt; BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a 4c event, not just flc. itll be a time of good fellowship and crazy shit fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY FIRST AYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sloth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-668970989455784425?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/668970989455784425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=668970989455784425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/668970989455784425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/668970989455784425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-o-y-trip.html' title='E-O-Y TRIP'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7161109766794464198</id><published>2007-06-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:28:26.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is our common ground, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;universal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7161109766794464198?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7161109766794464198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7161109766794464198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7161109766794464198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7161109766794464198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>hancong</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-7551419202670013388</id><published>2007-06-16T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:49:27.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aston Chronicles... Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    15th June... A day of fun and... more fun! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The day did not start off well at all, as I only caught two and a half hours of sleep the previous night. Let me explain... I slept at 2 but then I woke up at 4 30 am because I was having the most boring shit dream ever! So I tossed and turned till 6 (yes, i kept the time). Then I really cannot stand it already so I woke up to bath - no link. And I slept on the couch from 7 to 9... how degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tuition was moderately interesting and I managed to reach there early ... first time ok! So after that we met at MacDonalds before going to Astons. I find it funny that we agreed to meet at 130 but all of us got there at 230... zzz no sense of time =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the first time ever, there was no queue at Aston and the service was exceptionally quick. I ordered "Deep Fried Fish" paired with pasta salad and ... onion rings again. The fish was good but I felt that there was too much of the outer layer... or whatever you call it. Not to mention that I put too much tabasco sauce that almost set my mouth on fire. The meal was very very filling and I'm not kidding you. I skipped my dinner and was still feeling full at about 12 before I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After our FLC meeting, I went for one of my primary school BBQ gatherings. I feel rather embarassed that I don't remember most of their names... and I can't even recongnize some of them. The BBQ wasn't exactly well planned haha... when we reached the BBQ pit we discovered that something was missing... OH WAIT, THERE WAS NO FOOD AHAHAHAHAHAHA. So some of the guys went to buy food to make up for their mistakes while hardworking people ( like me) stayed behind to look after the BBQ pit and to play bridge. I find it ironic that they took a whole two and a half hours just to get some food from a nearby shopping mall. The BBQ finally started and I decided to stay near the BBQ pit to source out some food... and girls ( hahaa no la joking). Anyway the only people who were actually cooking were the girls. So when I got there suddenly one of them shove to me the tongs and say " Na, go and flip the chicken". Then I was like " Flip what they all like flip already". She reply " Just keep flipping la". Ok lor flip lor flip lor flip more lor! Heh heh heh =) And one of them wasted fire starters by tossing them at me -.- one box $1.30 ok?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    So guess what happened... Since the tongs was in the hands of a master chef and not a master flipper, all or most of the chicken wings became unedible charcoal. And this is not including the fishballs and the crabsticks... all cooked by me bwhahahaa. Note: Being in FLC does not mean you are an excellent cook but it means that you are an excellent taste tester =P.  But we must always remember that the purpose of the BBQ is not to eat food but to have a good time together =D. That being said... there was really nothing to do during the BBQ except to talk... yes, that was IT. Sometimes there would be laughter...then right after that there would be complete silence zzz.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    There was one funny incident. One classmate of mine had a crush on a girl like six years ago ( YES, SIX YEARS AGO LOL), and he still likes that girl - WOW. So we ask him, why you don't try to talk to her. Of all the things he could say, of all the things he could do to make it less embarassing, he said, " I keep trying to talk to her, but she always dao me!". HAHAHAHAHAAH, of course we all laugh like siao. Then when that girl arrive, he got on his bicycle and cycled away alone... for one and a half hours LOL. Emo kid siah...  bwahahahaha i'm such an evil fag =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's more or less concludes the eventful friday. I know the BBQ is quite no link to FLC but it does prove that I should never cook... be it in FLC or in BBQs.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-7551419202670013388?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/7551419202670013388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=7551419202670013388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7551419202670013388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/7551419202670013388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/aston-chronicles-part-3.html' title='The Aston Chronicles... Part 3'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-410033501668865346</id><published>2007-06-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:01:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aston third time</title><content type='html'>yesterday, friday the 16th of June 2007 several/seven young men departed from Macdonald's™ for ASTON. THIRD TIME. wah seh make sure you dont get baked or bbq beans or else you end up buying hawker centre western food! lol anyway i ordered crispy fried chicken with potato salad and mash potato, definitely a better choice than the previous one lol. yea it was gd and filling. you spark it off with the freshest packed juice of SNAPPLE™ (MANGO) and your appetite will be satisfied. an interview with Hancong, active member of FLC, had also expressed his dearest, most sultry and delighted feelings for ASTON by constantly reinforcing that the meat of the fish he tasted was "tender". Special guest Ang JunHeng™ has also honoured his fish meal with the very sensational word "soft".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asides from that, undoubtedly the merry conversations around the table were intelligent, prime, and epigrammatic. Through the wafting of redolent, piquant aroma of the dishes FLC never fails to deliver new ideas concerning class matters, overbranching under-the-sun issues, bullshit, etc. join us today and you will see a dramatic improvement and change in creative-thinking skills! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch shld have lasted longer but it didnt. finally hc yanjie and i boarded 31 to yanjies clubhouse for intensive studying. yanjie kept making funny noises LOL. yep, anyway his clubhouse makes an excellent place for studying. thanks yj for the hospitality! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-410033501668865346?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/410033501668865346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=410033501668865346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/410033501668865346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/410033501668865346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-once-i-am-showing-effort-by.html' title='aston third time'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-590745962973628960</id><published>2007-06-09T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T04:59:40.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing on Friday and Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Things have been going rather slowly during the holidays for most of us - ok, maybe it's just me - but I've had a great outing on Friday... and Saturday! Well, most of our FLC members were not present on Friday as it was the holidays and we all needed a break from eating all that good food. Only a pathetic three members of the FLC attended Friday's meeting... at Aston AGAIN! Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The three people who went were me, Kevin and  Yan Jie. One of the reasons we went is because we had tuition after the FLC meeting. The food at Aston was delicious as usual, but it seemed to me that the service was a little slower than before. Perhaps it was because the whole restuarant was rather crowded. This time, I ordered the Prime Ribeye for my main course coupled with the two same side dishes as last time. The texture of the steak was just nice, and it went very well with their mushroom sauce. After lunch, we went to Parkway ( again -.-) to browse around as we had time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then the following day, which was saturday, I went out with my primary school friends to catch a movie... which was Ocean's Thirteen. I haven't watch the first two movies so it was pretty confusing at the start, with the introductions of all the characters and all, not to mention that some of the dialogue was pretty unclear and I could not catch what they were saying at certain parts. Personally, I feel that the front has a little too much dialogue, but the plus point was that it was able to keep me interested. The real deal comes when they start putting their plan into action and there are several twists along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SPOILERS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just kidding I'm not gonna spoil the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After that, we met some OTHER primary school friends and went to watch " Men In White".... I think it's horrible haha. To me, the jokes were rather lame though I have to admit that some were actually rather funny. But there was practically no evidence of a solid storyline, it felt like something wildly pieced together in a rush. The bottom line is, if you really want to watch this movie, please do not go on a weekend and spend $9.50 on this. I doubt it will be worth your while. =)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-590745962973628960?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/590745962973628960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=590745962973628960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/590745962973628960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/590745962973628960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/outing-on-friday-and-saturday.html' title='Outing on Friday and Saturday!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1500506085238801567</id><published>2007-06-05T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T04:57:57.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place to dine at for FLC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/RmVNzIBmo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDWEOtm0t-s/s1600-h/All+the+food%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/RmVNzIBmo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDWEOtm0t-s/s320/All+the+food%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072546096025609138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back from an amazing trip with the FLC people. Today, we only had 5 people at the FLC meeting... in Aston, a high-class restuarant that specializes in western food. Adieu, Parkway Parade for the FLC members have decided to venture in to foreign grounds to experience new food sensations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just abit of background information, Aston is located opposite Katong Mall, which is near park way anyway =P. This place was recommended to us by our very own club member Han Cong. I did have doubts about the place at first but all these doubts were cast away after a sampling of the food. I'll elaborate on the heavenly taste later. Of course, we had to wait just to enter such a classy restuarant. While waiting, we looked at the menu outside the restuarant and wow there sure was alot to choose from. The price ranged from about $5.90 for chicken to about $15 for beef steak. For those with an expensive taste, there is the $89.90 wagyu beef steak - mmm, wagyu beef =O - yes, $89.90, not $8.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after about five minutes of waiting we got our table, and the interesting thing is that we placed our orders before being shown to our table. The place was oozing of class and the ambience created was perfect for fine dining =). After taking a few photos ( which will be in the FLC photo album), the food finally came. Mine came last, and alot of effort was obviously put in for the president of the club =P just kidding. Si Cheng picked two very ordinary side dishes ( french fries and baked beans -.-) which made his order look like something he smuggled from a foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the food there was superb and definitely worth the money. The generous servings were huge and the food tasted great! Even the french fries were seasoned with special spices that made it unique and appetizing, which leaves alot to be said about the regular fries sprinkled with merely salt. Ask any of our members about the quality of the food and I seriously doubt any of them will have anything negative to say about it. My only gripe about that place is that the drinks seemed a little ordinary and abit costly. A very good example is that you have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for plain water... and it costs 30 cents T_T. It's a good thing our members demostrated some intelligence by not ordering plain water =D ( Guess who I'm referring to - Hint: He's a sloth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lastly, I conclude that today was a very fruitful trip as we managed to find a new place which serves great food at an affordable price. Credit goes to Han Cong. All the other members that joined us can take credit for just eating the food =). We're planning to head there again at the end of the month and I hope that more members can join us this time or you guys will be missing out on great food. We went to Parkway's MPH to browse DVDs... for about an hour haha. It was the perfect way to waste some time (but not money). Haha I better stop writing or this might be too long a post to read. See you guys at the next meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Be sure to check the photo album for the pictures. =D i uploaded some of the older ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1500506085238801567?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1500506085238801567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1500506085238801567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1500506085238801567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1500506085238801567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-place-to-dine-at-for-flc.html' title='New Place to dine at for FLC!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JrjurPhaiS4/RmVNzIBmo7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tDWEOtm0t-s/s72-c/All+the+food%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4785377329830881911</id><published>2007-06-01T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T03:41:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections for the trip =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indeed, this friday was an eventful trip filled with... boredom haha. We had physics lesson in the morning which kind of ruined the enthusiastic mood that we usually had (It's called a holiday for a reason! =D). Followed by a torturous one and a half hours of chemistry zzz, I still think that miss lyana was gracious enough to end the lesson early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this left us ( those who are in physics tuition haha) with a big problem - we had a whole three and a half hours before tuition. We did managed to cut it down to three hours though; i'll elaborate on that later. Of course, after a democratic poll before lessons ended, we decided to go to the foodcourt. There were a total of eight of us, if I am not wrong, and the meal went rather smoothly. It was a little boring though, as an important ( okay la actually not very important =P) person was not present... it was the club pet I mean vice president. Si Cheng apparently had scout camp, except for the fact that he doesn't look like a scout at all... I mean, he'd probably make the whole team lost if they went on an expedition together. Plus, he would eat up all the cookies that those scouts had baked! =D just joking. Our meal at the food court took approximately an hour due to the fact that we ate our dessert very slowly and Bronson only joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were all filled up and happy, we had to find something to do. An unforgettable puppet fight that broke out between all the members; I got a tiger!! The puppet even roars! Someone was constantly trying to kiss me with a stupid spotted frog puppet, which was rather traumatising =D. I was more afraid that the storekeepers would kick us out because we were abusing their products haha. Anyway, boredom ensued after we left MPH as we had nothing to do. We went to MacDonalds but everyone was not in the mood to play 'Dare or Dare', so most of them left at around 1.30 pm =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me, kevin and yan jie also left the place at that time. We decided to visit Parkway's...toilet. After much discussion, our little group decided to go to tuition a little early to prove that we had a good sense of time... except that we were a whole half an hour early =D. However, this proves that we DO have a good sense of time as we managed to persuade the tuition teacher to start at 2... meaning we were right on the dot yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was more or less the end of the day for the FLC club. Members feel free to post your reflections and I need to know if you guys want to meet up next week haha. Though it is a holiday and there is no school before our meeting, we must always remember to keep our CCA commitments as one of the top priorities in life (so much for joining cricket =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4785377329830881911?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4785377329830881911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4785377329830881911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4785377329830881911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4785377329830881911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections-for-trip.html' title='Reflections for the trip =)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-4475550841841851494</id><published>2007-05-31T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T05:58:42.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional stuff for FLC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm back for more FLC fun! This blog has just started up and I need suggestions on how to improve it. Firstly, we need a club slogan, something catchy and cool ( like me =P) so if you have any inspiration, post it in the comments section or something. Don't post it on the tag board because it might be erased if there for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've set up a photo album for this great club =D. The link is on the right hand side and the only album in there currently is from our FLC photoshoot 2007. I hope we can have more photos in the future to have more fond memories of our time spent together. Of course, we're all going our separate ways after this year... T_T. Perhaps we are still able to meet up weekly, except that we'll probably have to change it to Friday Dinner Club or something. With some luck, we'll be able to have FLC photoshoot 2008, 2009... you get the idea. Credit goes to Kevin who always helps us take the club photos with his camera. Yes, and i almost forgot that Ji Xian helped take some of the FLC photos as well haha. Sorry about that :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, all ( or most) of our FLC members have received an invite to start posting on this blog. Please check your hotmail account, and you require a Gmail account to start posting. This is going to be an open blog so that we can all post information or details here. Please don't post CRAP or spam the blog or i might have to remove you from the list of authors =). Anyway, I think there'll be an FLC meeting tomorrow after our chemistry lesson, so look foward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: For those who didn't receive an invite and wish to post on this blog. Please message me in MSN or my HP so I can give it to you =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-4475550841841851494?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/4475550841841851494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=4475550841841851494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4475550841841851494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/4475550841841851494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/05/additional-stuff-for-flc.html' title='Additional stuff for FLC!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-2850754715331519516</id><published>2007-05-30T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:38:39.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sloth here</title><content type='html'>EAT &lt;strong&gt;WELL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;EAT &lt;strong&gt;HEALTHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT WITH &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY LUNCH CLUBZ&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-2850754715331519516?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/2850754715331519516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=2850754715331519516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2850754715331519516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/2850754715331519516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/05/sloth-here.html' title='sloth here'/><author><name>Sicheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08719701712063125669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874174790807002629.post-1906389934199631866</id><published>2007-05-29T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T05:39:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction to Friday lunch club!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi hi, this is the introductory passage of the Friday Lunch Club. The name is pretty self-explainatory. Every friday, our members will... eat lunch together. Sometimes it even extends to other days of the week, and we will have to change our name appropriately ( E.g Wednesday Lunch Club, Tuesday Desert Club), you get the idea. Occasionally we will have some special events, perhaps eating at a upper-class restaurant or maybe one of our members are getting a make-over. Friday Lunch Club opens up new opportunities for the curious soul and broadens our life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently have around 8 regular members in our club. These people often participate in our activities and have contributed much to the club... by eating and drinking with other members :P. The most important thing is to have a good time and spend as much money as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who hold important postitions...&lt;br /&gt;1) Joel, President of the Club ( Wow, this guy is just super good-looking and funny =D)&lt;br /&gt;2) Si Cheng, Vice President of the Club ( This guy is good-looking and funny too... but of course he falls short of Joel's level :P. Plus he recently had a new hair cut that removed his "Helmet")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our regular members are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kevin (Our Club Photographer!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Edwin (The guy who orders a Zinger at MacDonalds)&lt;br /&gt;3) Geng Hao (He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;silent punk... no one else is as silent as him)&lt;br /&gt;4) Han Cong (He introduced me to alot of stuff =D)&lt;br /&gt;5) Yan Jie ( Lol this guy just keeps trying to overthrow me)&lt;br /&gt;6) Bronson ( He calls himself Uncle Bronson to hook up with Aunt Anne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our "not-so-regular" members that join us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Brian ( Often goes out with his girlfriend Jo but should really go out with Jo-el instead)&lt;br /&gt;2) Jun Heng ( Super Mario, I mean Jun Heng, usually has "NPCC Shit". Lol joking - it's all Si Cheng's fault!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this ends the introduction to the Friday Lunch Club. There will be weekly reflections of the day's happenings and our club events. Be sure to check often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Members feel free to post your reflections of the day in the comments section haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874174790807002629-1906389934199631866?l=fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/feeds/1906389934199631866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3874174790807002629&amp;postID=1906389934199631866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1906389934199631866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874174790807002629/posts/default/1906389934199631866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fridaylunchclubz.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduction-to-friday-lunch-club.html' title='Introduction to Friday lunch club!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15366282630804020080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
