<?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-5628524</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:09:46.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jamboree</title><subtitle type='html'>play that funky ass bassline!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114891674796078026</id><published>2006-05-29T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:32:27.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog has been decommisioned and is no longer in use. Divert your attention  here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114891674796078026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114891674796078026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114891674796078026' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114831282757040977</id><published>2006-05-22T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:58:19.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look beyond the smoke coming from the javaMy eyes are swelling... the constant application of Eye-mo doesnt seem to be working. If only July came tomorrow, the wait to Bali would be over.Thoughts: Getaway trips to India... champagne on ice @ chijmes......scuba licenceTuned: I write sins not tragedies by Panic! at the disco</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114831282757040977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114831282757040977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114831282757040977' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i4.tinypic.com/10eiwqu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114795914767547510</id><published>2006-05-18T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:32:27.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the heat is on...I AM HOME....nothing beats home sweet home.holland village looks like shit...... a hex on the LRT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114795914767547510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114795914767547510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114795914767547510' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114765090049805671</id><published>2006-05-14T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:55:58.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ExhaustedNothing beats hot chinese noodle soup in the early hours on a monday morning. I'm in hongkong now and having had very little sleep on the way from toronto, the soup has perked me up. Another 4 more hours to go before I touchdown in Singapore. Wireless connection to pass the time.Thanks to the people who made my birthday celebration worthwhile the other day. My stand on low-key birthdays </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114765090049805671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114765090049805671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114765090049805671' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114701910754022391</id><published>2006-05-07T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:59:00.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a Lotus Elise!You believe in maximum performance and minimum baggage.  You like to travel light and fast, hit the corners hard, and dance like there's no tomorrow."Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.Ride me baby!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114701910754022391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114701910754022391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114701910754022391' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114671734248901676</id><published>2006-05-03T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:35:42.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell Rolson!chinese food for a changeFarewell dude! see you in penang soon.and the servant humbly submitted to the master</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114671734248901676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114671734248901676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114671734248901676' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/x4kc5z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114667410685787235</id><published>2006-05-03T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:38:32.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we'll meet again soonSunlight does wonders to the soulI'm coming home!Dreaded birthday coming up....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114667410685787235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114667410685787235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667410685787235' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/x3fptg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114577277247469084</id><published>2006-04-23T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:12:52.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If i could hug you, would you hug me back?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114577277247469084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114577277247469084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114577277247469084' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i3.tinypic.com/w8p2z4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114516706316842255</id><published>2006-04-16T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:57:43.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter! Remember what this day is all aboutThoughts: The worse feeling you could possibly have is helplessness. A loved one who's unwell and you're 10000 miles away with not a damn thing you can do to help her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114516706316842255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114516706316842255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114516706316842255' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i3.tinypic.com/vne55g_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114468899323624168</id><published>2006-04-10T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:15:17.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stellastarr*sometimes, all you just want is someone who listens...Tuned to: lovesick by bombay rockers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114468899323624168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114468899323624168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114468899323624168' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/v4qa74_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114456313221261346</id><published>2006-04-09T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T01:12:12.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new humble abodeMoved out of residence already. this is my new pad at my sis'. now its time to figure out what stuff to put in.Tuned to: banquet by bloc party</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114456313221261346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114456313221261346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114456313221261346' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i2.tinypic.com/tag6mw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114429034704063241</id><published>2006-04-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:25:47.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just for laughshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oi7cDsK1L4&amp;search=ghostMake sure your audio is on in order to hear the dialogue. it'll leave you thinkingAnyway, 1 more night before I move out of residence. I'm gonna miss everyone and not to mention, my room. my personal space... my area of escape.Tuned to: Walking downtown by Copeland</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114429034704063241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114429034704063241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114429034704063241' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114388141584586696</id><published>2006-04-01T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T03:32:26.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings!Spring is finally here!!! The lovely sun is out and everybody is coming out to just soak in all of its warmth. Anyway, just thought i'll post this portion I took from Becky's blog:Things you end up doing when your mom is not around1. drinking from the bottle and not using cups or glasses.2. not taking your vitamins daily.3. not fixing your bed in the mornings.4. not washing the dishes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114388141584586696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114388141584586696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114388141584586696' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i2.tinypic.com/s6lhxu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-114050049936398980</id><published>2006-02-20T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:41:39.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Times SquareI look up and marvel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114050049936398980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/114050049936398980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114050049936398980' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/o8c4gl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113929540145599640</id><published>2006-02-07T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:56:41.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phobia!!Performance during the weekend turned out better than expected. Sweeett. FreedomBefore: Too scared to stand in front of a micNow: I'm lovin' it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113929540145599640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113929540145599640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113929540145599640' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/ncxcw1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113894946890043708</id><published>2006-02-03T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:51:08.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To fill one's cravingsRule#1: No cooking in your hostel room. Does that rule apply anywhere? Anyway the thing is, if the cafeteria served bigger portions and more variety and not the SAME OLD STUFF during dinner, students like me wouldnt go hungry afterwards right? Internet here is already a problem and now this..... dammit.But still....fishball noodles. if you want something badly, do it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113894946890043708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113894946890043708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113894946890043708' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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://i1.tinypic.com/n3ao8y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113748042864236790</id><published>2006-01-17T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:47:08.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tumbling downI am but a big question mark. I am a shadow of my former-self.  I've forgotten myself. My world is tumbling and I'm getting further and further away from my sense of being.This is probably been the most depressing post I've ever done. and maybe last.cover your eyes... its not worth it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113748042864236790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113748042864236790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113748042864236790' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113616137062268036</id><published>2006-01-01T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:27:11.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A big goodbye to 2005...and a big Hello to 2006Happy New Year to everybody!!Starting off a new year in a different environment without the usual hype and not spending it amongst familiar faces of people back home gave me a sense of myself being in an unusual setting. Something new obviously. But regardless, my objective for every turn of the new year was to think back of all the things which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113616137062268036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113616137062268036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113616137062268036' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113445521129898128</id><published>2005-12-12T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:26:51.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva nirvanaEXAMS ARE OVER. Now all I have to do now is sit tight and wait for the results to come out this friday. Can say that I did pretty alright. Today's paper was surprisingly easy (the fact that the formula sheet was given to you did help a lot). I dont have any more classes left. Today was my last paper and I'm now sitting down and thinking of all the past events which have happened. When</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113445521129898128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113445521129898128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113445521129898128' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113298679041291654</id><published>2005-11-26T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:33:10.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D-day arrivingThis weekend will be a busy and productive (hopefully) weekend. End term presentation and essay are both due next week and I still feel like I havent done enough. Meeting up with my team tomorrow to hopefully settle and finish everything. Honestly, I havent even started on my 10page essay yet. Oh crap..... there are also many other things to do and to worry about. Last weekend was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113298679041291654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113298679041291654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113298679041291654' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-113134013499831384</id><published>2005-11-06T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:13:10.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re-unitedThis post marks the end of 2 weeks of slogging and mugging. I'm very tired. Tests and so much work to catch up on has resulted in short hours of sleep everyday. Staying up late into the night buried in papers and books and not having a chance to take a breather. Thank God that I had a chance to sleep in and wake up late for a change. I can relax for a little bit now. Anyway, Halloween </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113134013499831384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/113134013499831384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113134013499831384' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112907549120278912</id><published>2005-10-11T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:04:51.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThanksgivingIts time to start a fresh new post and erase everything else before this. A new chapter so to speak. Anyway, school is going pretty alright. I'm hanging in there. Still have to decide what I will do next once this year is over. Had a great thanksgiving dinner last night with my sis, eugene and some of his family members and evelyn, my thanksgiving date. haha. Its nice to see her after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112907549120278912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112907549120278912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112907549120278912' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112814360504542784</id><published>2005-10-01T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:13:25.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What have I done........im so stupid....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112814360504542784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112814360504542784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112814360504542784' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112681858634759616</id><published>2005-09-15T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:09:46.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new beginning"Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, glory in the flowerWe will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind."Glory in the FlowerTuned to: Learning to breathe - Switchfoot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112681858634759616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112681858634759616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112681858634759616' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112638993674237699</id><published>2005-09-10T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:42:44.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let the ball roll again...Classes have begun this week. New faces...new people..new friendships...new classes and not to mention more school work. I reckon without a doubt that my day will be packed everyday because classes begin at 10 in the morning till 4.30pm in the afternoon. School work so far has been startling what with the amount of work thats been given already on the first 2 days of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112638993674237699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112638993674237699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112638993674237699' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112482720990887550</id><published>2005-08-23T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:00:09.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've finally managed to fix the problem effecting my blog so its about time to update it. Ever since summer term ended I've been spending my summer holidays pretty much couped up in my room watching past seasons of Friends and movies. I've still got 3 more weeks to kill so I'm considering what else I can do during this time. Taking a cross-country trip is tempting but I've gotta work out a budget</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112482720990887550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112482720990887550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112482720990887550' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112295607517432249</id><published>2005-08-02T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:14:35.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing... Blog temporarily down....Stay tuned...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112295607517432249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112295607517432249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112295607517432249' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112231747940607326</id><published>2005-07-25T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:04:33.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've got mail!resulting in....My food arsenal that would prob put any fat boy to shameDay 21Economics class going well. Another test tomorrow. Sanity still in good condition.ITuned - Innocent by Our Lady Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112231747940607326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112231747940607326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231747940607326' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112101085901845810</id><published>2005-07-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:55:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabotage(d)Quotient or Question?Day 7Summer classes began at the start of the week and my lecturer.... well lets say he's got a very thick accent which makes differentiating words difficult sometimes. Since I'm taking economics this summer the use of the words "quotient" and "question" always comes into play so... He cracks jokes which everyone politely smiles or laughs in return....Now if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112101085901845810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112101085901845810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112101085901845810' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-112024396048023890</id><published>2005-07-01T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:56:52.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long summer goodbyeIt was graduation for the winter intake students yesterday and that signified the end of school. During the week, I took several visits to the airport and the numerous goodbyes that I wished to many of my graduated friends. Goodbyes are never easy to say. I've seen so many people step out of the school doors with their luggages in tow and seeing people come in and out of your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112024396048023890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/112024396048023890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112024396048023890' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111946722833252514</id><published>2005-06-22T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:23:30.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learn to flyA mini-updateMy first term exam paper starts tomorrow afternoon. Its 3pm now and I'm sparing some precious time to blog. I'll make this quick as I cant afford to lose anymore time. Anyway, 8 more chapters to go and somemore revisions before I feel ready otherwise I wont sleep tonight. Wish me luck.In other news:Went back to Bloor St to help siqi return her cap for a refund. Went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111946722833252514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111946722833252514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111946722833252514' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111852292395944167</id><published>2005-06-11T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:48:44.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cam saa ham ni da!Hello once again. My lack of updates was due to weeks of busy preparations and researching for my presentations and reports, and not to mention countless late and sleepless nights. I've already missed a handful of classes which I have duely paid the price by receiving a warning letter for my absences. (oops) I'm glad that I got them all finished and I'm quite satisfied with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111852292395944167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111852292395944167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111852292395944167' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111627498989390488</id><published>2005-05-16T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T15:23:09.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Canada eh?Turning 22 (what an ugly number btw) the other day was the start of a new chapter. Honestly, I wasn't prepared to start a new chapter. It came too fast that I didnt have any time to prepare myself nor gather my thoughts.. (dont we all do that sometimes?). I guess the older you get the more you dread of that impending-day that you begin to not think about it. No hype, no confetti. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111627498989390488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111627498989390488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111627498989390488' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111575318340963789</id><published>2005-05-10T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:32:06.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An neung ha sae yo?My take on speaking Korean. Anyway, lack of updates have been due to school work, tests and a lack of good time management. I got back my business test paper and I only did average. Its time to pick up where I left off. Today is not a good day. Comments given to me were to write more stuff in my free response questionaires. "Write more...write more", he says. Okok, I havent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111575318340963789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111575318340963789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111575318340963789' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111454740482231891</id><published>2005-04-26T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:47:39.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired and sleepy and I've got reading to do. The only downside with staying in a dormitory is the fact that you tend to sleep late at night disregarding the fact that you have got classes at 8am every morning. Pizza with friends, late-night supper cooking, studying, or just a late game at the gym. Mornings are freezing cold and you just dont wanna come out of your thick blanket and my heater </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111454740482231891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111454740482231891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111454740482231891' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111411183248464364</id><published>2005-04-21T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:56:53.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in a dark dark room there was a...Another week is gonna come to pass again and things have pretty much gone into full swing now. Test tomorrow and another one next monday. I have decided to stay on with human geog and international business credits. They're not as boring as I presumed they'll be. Schools going well and there will be activity clubs coming up soon which I'm considering signing up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111411183248464364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111411183248464364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111411183248464364' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111344861041526027</id><published>2005-04-13T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:29:55.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The old school flavourToday's the second day of school. It's been a while now so stepping into the classroom today was a refreshing feeling I must admit. Gotta do some catch up on my reading for tomorrow's class. Hostel life so far is getting better by the day. Making new friends as the days go by. Finally settled in. Great. Later on, gonna play soccer with the south koreans.Toronto's good. Love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111344861041526027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111344861041526027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111344861041526027' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111306947109004207</id><published>2005-04-09T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:10:53.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Toronto!!Thanks to those who saw me off at the airport yesterday. I've been travelling for almost a good 24 hours and thankfully I dont feel so tired just yet. Travelling to Hong Kong was emotional. I still cant seem to realize that I've actually left behind my baby and everybody else.Chicago was ok. Didnt get to see much cause I was short for time. It was quite a trip I must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111306947109004207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111306947109004207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306947109004207' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111133984459115530</id><published>2005-03-20T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T11:36:20.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My quest for...My new toy..The whole of last week I've sort of been fascinated with art. I love the colours. (even though if some of you asses were to ask me what the colours were I probably wouldn't be able to tell you but heck...bite me). Anyway, my neighbour threw a art gallery exhibition last night and it was marvellous. 2 houses joined by a big garden filled with her art-pieces. Liked the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111133984459115530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111133984459115530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133984459115530' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-111044755128461021</id><published>2005-03-10T03:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T03:58:29.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small update: I....am happy I get to spend time with C.am sunkissed and burnt.am in need of a new laptop for schoolam happy that it is raining now.am reading 'How to get a job in advertising' by Ken Haaswanna jam and play at Wala againneed winter clothesRandomI love this canvas painting done by my mum's friend. Sit down - JamesI'll sing myself to sleepA song from the darkest hourSecrets I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111044755128461021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/111044755128461021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111044755128461021' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110950642089368275</id><published>2005-02-27T05:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T10:36:44.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeliveranceIt is said that moments before death your life moments flash before your eyes. It can also be said when someone passes away - moments with that person flash before your eyes.I'm back from my holiday in the Philippines. I've had my share of happiness and also of loss and despair. The latter being for the loss of someone who has seen me grow up since I was born. Yup, the loss still hurts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110950642089368275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110950642089368275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110950642089368275' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110872091053068886</id><published>2005-02-18T03:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T04:13:10.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting thereI was reading the straits times interactive website and stumbled on an article in Life!. I'm really glad the local music scene is picking up yet again. The awareness is slowly reaching out to the clueless average joe. It may be a constant struggle but we'll eventually get there. In the words of Brian, keep the music alive!Thoughts:- Philippines is great. - I am happy with my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110872091053068886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110872091053068886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110872091053068886' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110835479484083109</id><published>2005-02-13T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:19:54.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical IntelligenceEvery part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.You would make a great musician</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110835479484083109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110835479484083109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110835479484083109' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110807312343938487</id><published>2005-02-10T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:05:23.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's off to Manila for 2 weeks. Somehow though I wish my trip was shorter. I'm in need of sleep. I wish I was still in bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110807312343938487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110807312343938487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110807312343938487' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110762981242569032</id><published>2005-02-05T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:03:14.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ambar...Lion... I just came back from Charlie's Corner to celebrate my friend's 21st birthday and let me tell you, the food there rocks big time. Situated at the eastern tip of Singapore where at a certain hour, you can spot some of the...ahem... weird beings who just wanna bang bang bang...for a fee that is.Anyway for all you beer lovers out there, this is a place for you. I am still full that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110762981242569032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110762981242569032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110762981242569032' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110740591787815309</id><published>2005-02-02T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:29:37.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alas! My blog is more or less complete. Thanks again Rachel.I have to write up a study plan for school. Time to write a bunch of bollocks.BORING....well at least I make a good rosti and french fries.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110740591787815309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110740591787815309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110740591787815309' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110724610638431691</id><published>2005-02-01T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:21:46.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Electrico Live.. rockin'Unfortunately, I dont have any inspiration to write about anything. So this is gonna be another mundane and boring post. You have been warned. School starts in April and boy, I cant wait. School stuff needs to get settled before I head off to Manila for chinese new year. Anyway, my passion for playing the guitar suddenly rose to new levels after seeing several </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110724610638431691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110724610638431691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110724610638431691' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110672239160835744</id><published>2005-01-26T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:53:11.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up and was greeted with an unfriendly face. Why is my mum pissed? Cause I'm selling a guitar pedal which they bought for me? Isn't this another way of saving $? I plan to get another pedal but hey, buy and sell is nothing wrong. Obviously she claimed she "discovered" my emails to this potential buyer and I'm like WTF?! Intrusion of privacy is something I do not take lightly. Bloody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110672239160835744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110672239160835744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110672239160835744' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110666636401568013</id><published>2005-01-25T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T09:19:24.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW BLOG! anyway, NO i am not depressed cum slash my wrist. Template needs some tweaking.Stay tuned!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110666636401568013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110666636401568013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110666636401568013' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110235154887673234</id><published>2004-12-06T11:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:45:48.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TESTING TESTINGTime for a new template and change. nothing fancy in design though. Still needs more tweaking. What do u guys think?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110235154887673234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110235154887673234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235154887673234' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110235153617858298</id><published>2004-12-06T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:45:36.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TESTING TESTINGTime for a new template and change. nothing fancy in design though. Still needs more tweaking. What do u guys think?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110235153617858298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110235153617858298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110235153617858298' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-110079072771641992</id><published>2004-11-18T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:12:07.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got issued my P Plate on tuesday. Woohoo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110079072771641992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/110079072771641992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110079072771641992' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109981787448592180</id><published>2004-11-07T02:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:57:54.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION TILL FURTHER NOTICEThis blog is gonna go through a makeover.Cheers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109981787448592180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109981787448592180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109981787448592180' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109940609109101192</id><published>2004-11-02T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:34:51.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You start feeling the Christmas vibe when...- you see the works going on along Orchard Road- you see Tanglin Mall being decorated with Christmas ornaments- you feel a cold breeze at night in november- all your friends from OZ return back to our shores- shops prepare for their year-end salewow..christmas is next month...Thoughts: anticipating school</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109940609109101192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109940609109101192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940609109101192' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109923647627578313</id><published>2004-10-31T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:34:24.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I start work again tomorrow. I need the cash and I need to kill time. I seriously dont know where my life is heading at the moment. Should i blame my parents for being so indecisive and giving me mixed signals? Yes ultimately its my choice but...The frustrations, the arguements...gosh i dont want to go back that way again. Many things are on my mind right now but luckily I'm able to block out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109923647627578313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109923647627578313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109923647627578313' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109825753603838401</id><published>2004-10-20T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:39:42.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didnt expect re-arranging a return flight back to singapore can be so damn difficult. Anyway, I'll blog today in case I have no time to blog tomorrow. It's off to the philippines! I'll see if I can bring back some dried mangoes for all you lovely people.Note: For some of u, no i will not buy cartons of cigarettes for you. sorry victor =Padios!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109825753603838401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109825753603838401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109825753603838401' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109789965743636069</id><published>2004-10-16T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:07:37.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im groggy.. Performed again at Wala Wala last night and this time it was good. I'm happy it turned out well this time around. We all felt good. One thing's for sure, i will lay off the mic from now on. Yes i WILL.I suddenly feel like listening to Guns N Roses. Rock on baby!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109789965743636069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109789965743636069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109789965743636069' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109527174615725147</id><published>2004-09-15T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:09:06.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She will.."Tap on my window knock on my doorI want to make you feel beautifulI know I tend to get so insecureIt doesn't matter anymoreIt's not always rainbows and butterfliesIt's compromise that moves us alongMy heart is full and my door's always openYou can come anytime you wantI don't mind spending everydayOut on your corner in the pouring rainLook for the girl with the broken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109527174615725147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109527174615725147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527174615725147' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109501134056881899</id><published>2004-09-12T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T12:49:00.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog,Please dont try so hard to say goodbyeNews: Its been a rather eventful past week. Rehearsals prior to another set at Wala wala. Soon it might be a regular thing once we work things out. Thanks to those who came to support. It will get better in time to come.Driving practicals are done and awaiting test date. I cant wait to get behind the wheel. It's been a long time....dammit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109501134056881899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109501134056881899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109501134056881899' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109431744212082816</id><published>2004-09-04T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T12:04:02.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We both didn't say goodbyeIt's too bad that time drew us further and further apartI wish I could say helloAnd maybe the past can be easier to swallowI did try to put in the effortEmbarking new chapters in life does change usAnd it hasWe can never be the same person we were beforeHave you forgotten?Where you gonna go?Let me fade into obscurity</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109431744212082816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109431744212082816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431744212082816' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109414260567151758</id><published>2004-09-02T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:39:51.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOR SALE!Bag for the ladies...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109414260567151758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109414260567151758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109414260567151758' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109220992968719827</id><published>2004-08-11T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:38:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RED...blue...yellow...GREENIan nearly flunked his colouring test when applying for his PDL. Ian mixed up RED and GREEN. TP Auntie "Please tell me the colours below the letters A,B,C and D"Ian "Green, blue, yellow and red"dammit..... folks! this will be the first and last time this happens.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109220992968719827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109220992968719827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109220992968719827' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109163670582450755</id><published>2004-08-04T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:25:05.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I think of youI always catch my breathAnd I'm still standin' hereAnd you're miles awayAnd I'm wonderin' why you leftAnd there's a storm that's ragin'Through my frozen heart tonightI hear your nameIn certain circlesAnd it always makes me smileI spend my timeThinkin' about youAnd it's almost drivin' me wildAnd there's a heart that's breakin'Down this long distance line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109163670582450755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109163670582450755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163670582450755' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109126632132154991</id><published>2004-07-31T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T04:32:01.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no blogging for the next few days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109126632132154991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109126632132154991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126632132154991' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109086081443341841</id><published>2004-07-26T11:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:53:34.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot find my basic theory test results. dammit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109086081443341841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109086081443341841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109086081443341841' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109057099957048377</id><published>2004-07-23T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:32:43.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its time...turn left or right?Well its official and settled. After many days of arguing, indecisiveness, hair-pulling, sleepless nights and mitigations with my parents, (ok exclude the hair-pulling) I have finally settled on where to study. Due to several factors taken into consideration, I am going to Manila to study. Yes for some of you, its the road less travelled but hey, everything comes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109057099957048377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109057099957048377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057099957048377' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-109008554202353479</id><published>2004-07-17T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:29:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Takin' a breatherThe boat left without me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109008554202353479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/109008554202353479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109008554202353479' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108930526888938549</id><published>2004-07-08T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T11:47:48.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog, *blows the dust off and gets rid of the cobwebs its left behind*Greetings everyone! After a long hiatus, i finally have time to blog.I just stopped my 3-month part-time job working in the bank a couple of days ago (hence, the free time i have at my disposal) and it has been an enjoyable time working there. Yup I was quite sad to leave and bid my farewells to the friends I've made. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108930526888938549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108930526888938549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930526888938549' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108575065163925693</id><published>2004-05-28T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T08:45:27.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Searching for a place i can call my owncoming closer to you..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108575065163925693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108575065163925693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575065163925693' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108521838292861744</id><published>2004-05-22T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T04:59:36.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First things first, apologies to all readers for not updating my blog for about a month already as I have been pretty busy and hence, tired. Anyway, in the span of my 1 month absence, lotsa things have happened and let me share a few:1. I am now a 21 year old! thanks people for all the presents and smses.2. Work has been alright. learning and also getting to make more friends in the office. da</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108521838292861744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108521838292861744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108521838292861744' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108169364581145373</id><published>2004-04-11T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T09:55:45.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have nothing to blog about, I am just blogging for the sake of blogging....Hmmm...a few things on my mind right now are....1. Currently, I think my life is at a standstill but in time to come it'll all change cause I am finally gonna go back to school! I wonder if i'll be able to handle the whole motion of it all. Life's been good...life's been relaxed... its finally time to come out of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108169364581145373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108169364581145373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169364581145373' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108123366483374659</id><published>2004-04-06T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:28:46.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devil's bendI want to singTo sing my songI want to live in a world where I'll be strongI want to liveI will surviveAnd I believe that it won't be very longIf we turn, turn, turn, turnAnd if we turn, turn, turn, turnThen we might learnTurn, turn, turn, turnTurn, turn, turnAnd if we turn, turn, turn, turnThen we might learnLearn to turnturn - travisIn other news: Ian has found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108123366483374659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108123366483374659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123366483374659' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108080074859961583</id><published>2004-04-01T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:30:28.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And then there's Emo Guy"Emo!  You're very in touch with your emotions andthat's what I like about you!  It's all aboutthe music for you...  I have pity for yourtortured soul...you're just like me... What genre of rock are you? brought to you by QuizillaContrary to popular belief, I do NOT carry a poetry book or write my thoughts in a journal or am in a band like the julie diaries. Maybe I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108080074859961583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108080074859961583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080074859961583' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108058416956379942</id><published>2004-03-29T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T12:49:26.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round 3! Fight!!Outcome: K.OLesson learnt: Do not punch object when in volatile motion. compose ian...compose yourself..oh the pain......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108058416956379942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108058416956379942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058416956379942' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108032593001348039</id><published>2004-03-26T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T12:42:46.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extra....extra!!!Introducing!: Design your own shoe!! ----&gt; members of cfg, you hear me?Well, it can be a reality if you're willing to splurge $120 on a plain coloured shoe and then design it on your own. crazy idea? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108032593001348039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108032593001348039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032593001348039' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-108011527669239745</id><published>2004-03-24T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T02:10:24.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>+10 important things inside your backpack/schoolbag/purse:*Cash*ATM card*EZ Link Card*Handphone*Mints*Portable mp3 player*Magazine*ATM receipt*Useless business cards*Photos+9 things that you really want right now:* My Singapore citizenship to be approved* My Australian visa * My updated school letter of acceptance* A temp job* Money* Shoes* Clothes* To get back in shape* A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108011527669239745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/108011527669239745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011527669239745' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107993931199145257</id><published>2004-03-22T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T01:30:41.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 songs you love1. friday I'm in love - the cure2. when its over - sugar ray3. what are you to me - unkle4. baby - vertical rush5. more than words - extreme6. manhattan - eric johnson7. pure shores - all saints8. I could not ask for more - edwin mccain 9. change clothes - jay-z feat. pharrell 10. sweetness - jimmy eat world09 things that make you smile 1. knowing that God is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107993931199145257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107993931199145257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993931199145257' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107893796379427612</id><published>2004-03-10T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:05:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ian has no job!! Well to save you the details, I am no longer working anymore. I dont think I'm cut out to be a telemarketer so I decided to switch to the admin department so hopefully, I'll get a call from the office end of this week. keep my fingers crossed.Today: I'm quite thankful that I had a free day today to just laze around and to have some time alone. Had lunch with my former office </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107893796379427612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107893796379427612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893796379427612' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107855383403734030</id><published>2004-03-06T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:26:56.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 w o r d s (fiamo again) I hate you...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107855383403734030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107855383403734030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855383403734030' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107837596843240629</id><published>2004-03-03T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T04:07:49.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Safe in mind (Pls get this gun from out of my face)its midweek and i'm looking forward to the weekend. managed to get an off day today to rest and recuperate and maybe settle some school stuff later on. Unkle last night was damn good. its a pity i didnt have a chance to kop his cap. velvet was pretty much like a rock concert venue but without the moshing. it was a good night although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107837596843240629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107837596843240629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837596843240629' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107806665348072982</id><published>2004-02-29T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T09:20:35.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work has been picking up so far since I started last wednesday and I'm beginning to feel tired. maybe that is a good thing since i've been bumming for quite some time now. most of my collegues are pretty nice people and around my age group so its easier to communicate. I'm quite satisfied with my week cause its been eventful with work, tennis, worship practice etc... i am finally doing something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107806665348072982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107806665348072982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107806665348072982' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107754857201537887</id><published>2004-02-23T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:53:12.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello?IAN HAS FINALLY FOUND A JOB!! Managed to get a post in telemarketing and hopefully I won't be too stressed out by 'targets' and 'quotas'. In order to do well they said you have to be driven by money which I'm sort of uneasy but oh well... show me the money mate! Time to take out those working attire clothes and my dusty ties.... ugh...Tomorrow.. Day 1 - Training for the next 3 days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107754857201537887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107754857201537887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754857201537887' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107726598625709323</id><published>2004-02-20T02:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T02:41:55.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABTo get my mind off brain-draining things, why not indulge in some retail therapy? So, which do you think is nicer? A or B? OR...trash the both of them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107726598625709323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107726598625709323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107726598625709323' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107714838488087061</id><published>2004-02-18T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:14:49.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog,Its close to 8am and I still haven't managed to fall asleep yet. What the hell is wrong with me?! I've been up the whole night and I wonder why I just can't switch off. Anyway, if only you can talk and give me advice.... sometimes I wonder if its worth telling you...sometimes I wonder if its worth the risk...sometimes I wonder whether you know...sometimes I wonder whether to just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107714838488087061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107714838488087061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714838488087061' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107695095882479795</id><published>2004-02-16T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:04:32.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got time?Brian gave me this link and I think it's quite a fun game to play. You need Flash to play this. Click on the English version. Objective of this game is to get out of the room. Click here to play. Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107695095882479795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107695095882479795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695095882479795' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107678649270179439</id><published>2004-02-14T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T14:04:22.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My date with HeinekenI think every person who's single must have hated Valentine's Day yesterday and must have exhaled a big sigh of relief that that day is finally over. Like seriously, do we really need to declare a day or time where we can express our love to that special someone in our lives? What ever happened to out-of-the-blue surprises? It should be an everyday thing that needs no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107678649270179439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107678649270179439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678649270179439' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107660468425360447</id><published>2004-02-12T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:12:25.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gimme a burgerI'm hungry yet again. I must say, I think my appetite's been alarmingly growing these past few days. I can say I'm one of the very fortunate ones who can't be bothered about watching one's weight. (haha) In fact, i need to gain more weight. More Haagen Daaz waffles!...BK Whoppers!!...Olio Burgers!!...Maybe I should set up a Burger Fund just like my buddy Kairen did. Oh great...my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107660468425360447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107660468425360447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660468425360447' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107643278423915149</id><published>2004-02-10T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T11:08:11.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am still in a state of missing people and I'm sure other people in my own circle of friends feel the same way I do. Having to bid many farewells in such a short span of time can really get to you. Soon to be leaving our sunny shores next is yanting, brian and merwyn. another trip to the airport and more tissue papers to hand out. I cant wait for cell later in the evening. could seek some solace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107643278423915149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107643278423915149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643278423915149' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107634336910885975</id><published>2004-02-09T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:27:22.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was awoken to an array of great artists yesterday morning. Yes, the Grammy's have come back to entertain us!(without the boob expose segment though). The White Stripes. A great 2-piece band that was nominated for Best New Artist with the likes of 50cent and (omg)....Evanesence. Evanesence won the award....much to my utter disbelief because they suck thats why! Outkast won Best Album and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107634336910885975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107634336910885975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634336910885975' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107625395120227954</id><published>2004-02-08T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:42:38.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like hate the airport...i like the airport cause whenever you go there, the feeling of travelling stirs some excitement in me. (dont we all?). I hate the airport when you have to see your loved one/a friend off cause having to say goodbye to them is hard, not to mention having to let them go. Encountered 1 today and I will encounter 2 more next week. saying goodbye to youI shed a tear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107625395120227954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107625395120227954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107625395120227954' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107604669495118040</id><published>2004-02-05T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:51:24.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday with "bring me back some of that coffee aroma"Taken at Glorietta Mall, PhilippinesMan, what was I feeling the other day? It goes to show that when you have way too much time on your hands, your mind starts to wander. Time to change this whole mindset of mine! So many things i'd love to do and its about bloody time i do it!Next on the list - Lomo camera with flashCant get away - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107604669495118040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107604669495118040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604669495118040' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107591525906459910</id><published>2004-02-04T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T11:24:15.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.20amI have to do something..I have to do something..I have to do something..........I have to do something! yes, this thought is lingering in my head and it can drive me nuts sometimes. yes preoccupying yourself is a good thing cause it leaves no room for any feelings of "whaa..damn sian.." or maybe even "i cant wait for today to be over". Because once i start feeling this way, one thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107591525906459910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107591525906459910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591525906459910' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107582436175480766</id><published>2004-02-03T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:34:09.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bling blingI need to find a job soon before my bank account runs dry of cash. It just sucks knowing that you're atm card is gonna be deemed useless after a while so hence I'm scouring the classified ads for any available job. I managed to find some interesting offers but most of them, much to my unfortunate brain, requires me to be bilingual. I hate speaking in mandarin...never liked it, never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107582436175480766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107582436175480766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582436175480766' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107557052970349054</id><published>2004-01-31T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T11:39:51.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Mr DJCaught DJ Jazzy Jeff perform the other night and gosh he was fantastic! I was more intrigued by his skills. Quite a lot of people were probably just standing on the dance floor looking in awe at the big screen where they showed why he's the best in the field. Lotsa people turned up and my my..lotsa eye candy! Anyway, know what's a beatbox? Or wanna try it out? click here. thanks ting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107557052970349054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107557052970349054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557052970349054' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107546003644041590</id><published>2004-01-30T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T04:57:00.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love your animal as thyselfclick here if you like penguins! or not. But be gentle alright? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107546003644041590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107546003644041590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107546003644041590' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107521857838885554</id><published>2004-01-27T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:56:26.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God guide us... God guide me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107521857838885554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107521857838885554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521857838885554' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107513232986835498</id><published>2004-01-26T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:53:41.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are like majority of the people in today'ssociety. You probably like the latest trends,but not because they are considered cool; justbecause you like them. Continue being you,people like you for it. A Deeper Look Inside Yourself (with pics) brought to you by Quizilla"..majority of the people...!?"....oh crap... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107513232986835498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107513232986835498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513232986835498' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107493477885899770</id><published>2004-01-24T02:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T03:20:44.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the night i fought with 3 guys..well it wasnt in real life. it was only a dream I had last night but i'm kinda surprised i encountered such an ordeal. maybe the likely cause was of watching the last samurai the other night. oh the bloodshed! the violence! nawh...I cant believe I took on those 3 guys 1 by 1. why did i even take them on anyway? i'm not the sorta person who picks a fight. i'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107493477885899770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107493477885899770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107493477885899770' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107461799257454945</id><published>2004-01-20T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T11:35:30.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>divided thoughtsGive me serenityMake my peaceGive me serenityGod make my peace--Vertical Rush--I feel stranded. Like the train has left without you. Carrying all your luggages, where do i go from here? Just when you thought you had a direction. A moment of deja vous. You said goodbye too soon and now you're back where you left off. Just when you thought you closed certain chapters in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107461799257454945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107461799257454945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461799257454945' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628524.post-107444016517356578</id><published>2004-01-18T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T09:37:28.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Complete Psycho'   PLEASE VOTE!!! What Type of Lunatic are You? brought to you by QuizillaHahahahahah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107444016517356578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5628524/posts/default/107444016517356578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamboree-rebel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444016517356578' title=''/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17292581214700789313</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></entry></feed>
