<?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-12783557</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:45:23.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itinerary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4407142463873105599</id><published>2009-08-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:10:40.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ND</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have never give up. The time off gives me some breathing space to think. Life should never be too materialistic. I should just go for my dreams or at least what interest me. "If money isn't a problem" I think my life will be a crazy one. It will be like no other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drummer. Guitarist. Dancer. Cinematographer. Movie critic. Food critic. Traveler. Backpacker. Leader. Entertainer. Photographer. Daredevil. Singer. Ebayer. Donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil' brother giggling away,"It's talking"  Her elder sister said, "Let's go find mum you idiot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4407142463873105599?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4407142463873105599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4407142463873105599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4407142463873105599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4407142463873105599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2009/08/nd.html' title='ND'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1370230263606324602</id><published>2008-09-05T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:47:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotogom.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1370230263606324602?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1370230263606324602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1370230263606324602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1370230263606324602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1370230263606324602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-here.html' title='Look here'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1912252646292689717</id><published>2008-05-26T18:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:07:49.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight8</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="255" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/cloud.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy cloud taking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June holiday is really the last chance to mug hard. Everything just feel so different with 'A' s round the corner. I get really afraid whenever I start to think of the "less than two pages" essay I wrote. I'm disappointed with myself but more than that I fear the consequences. Seriously, I'm going to get it. Blame it on me for not getting myself 200 percent prepared for it and get distracted by even the smallest thing that was going on around me. Just got to keep telling myself to look on the bright side and learn from the mistakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the birthday card even with those weird greetings by some. &lt;strong&gt;"Thanks lots"&lt;/strong&gt; Chikopuh, for smearing the &lt;em&gt;yummylicious&lt;/em&gt; chocolate creampuff on my cheeks instead stuffing it into my mouth while I'm trying to play that freaking game of Reversi. Thanks for all the heart warming stuff mixed the cold B&amp;amp;J ice cream... FAT. FAT. FATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="206" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/stone.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1912252646292689717?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1912252646292689717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1912252646292689717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1912252646292689717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1912252646292689717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/05/eight8.html' title='Eight8'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4051341915127686685</id><published>2008-05-18T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:11:24.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Okay I came across this joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two children are in a doctor's waiting room, and one of them is crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" asked the other child.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here for a blood test, and they're going to cut my finger."&lt;br /&gt;When he heard this, the other child started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here for a urine test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to embrace myself to fight the feeling of fatigue and work towards my goal. Anyway, it's just a few months away and I will be able to do the things I want after it. "I love PCMG, I love PCMG..." I'd heard a few extreme strategies to fully utilise time like using ziplock bags and the corners of the room which I find them quite interesting but I think I will just stick with my goal-oriented study plan to push myself further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already come up with an adventurous-after-the-war-with-some-other-people-&lt;strong&gt;To do list&lt;/strong&gt;. Meanwhile, I will just have to concentrated on what is 'considered' important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are living on different planets.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4051341915127686685?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4051341915127686685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4051341915127686685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4051341915127686685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4051341915127686685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/05/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7261839194275142569</id><published>2008-04-29T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:35:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering Cont.</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/2e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/guyz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="259" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/huhwt.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="288" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/camerrrrrr.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/dhoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I shan't post &lt;u&gt;seriously&lt;/u&gt; unglam nor blurred pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start chanting "I love PCMG, I love PCMG" so that it will be stuck my head and that I will start to read and revise my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend the room is soundproof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7261839194275142569?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7261839194275142569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7261839194275142569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7261839194275142569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7261839194275142569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/04/y-ired-gathering-part-ii.html' title='Gathering Cont.'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4394967778044479218</id><published>2008-04-06T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:41:05.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York</title><content type='html'>Hello. Due to the pressure change during monsoon seasons, took a pill to stop my runny nose which made me feel a little drowsy the entire day. Went off to feast with my old 1E5 friends who didn't change much and most of the guys are just stretched longer. Just couldn't decide what to eat, walking from Sakura to Swensen then took a train to New York New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="213" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/newyork.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu Chin is super nice and treated us some appetizers for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="205" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/potatosalad.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="205" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/calamari.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy taking the photos of the yumyum like a food critic. The most "the" part is that I forgot to take the main course; my juicy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="205" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/yees.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clearest photo which framed all our faces that we took like in 20 shots? S.E.Y it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="205" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/derek.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek with his candy floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the night :) Will be updating the rest of the photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4394967778044479218?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4394967778044479218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4394967778044479218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4394967778044479218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4394967778044479218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York New York'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-113531231835168909</id><published>2008-03-23T19:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:19:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moosic</title><content type='html'>Weekends are here again and it seemed a little longer with good friday. I finally got the chance to watch &lt;em&gt;'August Rush'&lt;/em&gt; and man it was inspiring! Haven't really watch movies about music since the last film like Drumline??? I suddenly have this urge to play string instuments after watching it plus Nodame Cantabile. Really, love love love music very much. It is just something to turn to when you're really down and it will always be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is like really really touching, how people try to feel the music around them and the maternal love for the child. Argh, I feel like crying now. One of the greatest films I ever watched. Sometimes I grade a film by the number of goosebumps I had while watching it. Duh. I dream big too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing songs from With Hearts As One, it really pulls me up. Sometimes I wonder what it really means to have a plan lying in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someday. Love love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-113531231835168909?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/113531231835168909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=113531231835168909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/113531231835168909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/113531231835168909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/03/moosic.html' title='Moosic'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4715871505602408915</id><published>2008-03-20T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:53:27.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="188" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/skyli.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="188" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/sil.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="200" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/roadd.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did quite a few adjustment in life. Now that I finally found a goal in life, I am going to work towards it. Academic work seemed to get better and life will get remarkably better without some pompous heads that blacken the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should also try walking down the streets at 2am and pretend that I'm the only one on earth. Hehe. How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fushh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4715871505602408915?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4715871505602408915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4715871505602408915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4715871505602408915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4715871505602408915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/03/grey.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4622231425380134242</id><published>2008-03-07T17:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:18:32.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points ABCD</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks had really stretched me, juggling between play and work. In fact more work than play. I realised that I hardly have the time to even practice for my drums for the week. Repeating the same rhythms and beats that I should have grasped before I even enter the studio. Make up lessons are accumulating. Thankfully, the time table is going to change (hopefully for the better) and March holidays are here for me to reflect and catch up with my screwed up J1 and some J2 work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how much the teachers have emphasised on the word "Consistency" but wrong choices and blurred goals have set me walking on a wrong path. Fortunately, many things happened and the people around me have changed me. Comparing my results for some subjects, I know that hard work really makes a significant difference in grades. I just got to plan ahead and there is still time for miracles to happen. (Please tell me there is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my great friends for cheering me up. I know that I did my best and nearly reach my target. That's somewhat a good start for me. Learning from other people mistakes and seeking growth continually definitely helps. Some people just don't realise what an impact they have on our lives with the stories they share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grateful stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4622231425380134242?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4622231425380134242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4622231425380134242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4622231425380134242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4622231425380134242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/03/points-abcd.html' title='Points ABCD'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6767175117347137194</id><published>2008-03-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:09:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc</title><content type='html'>Sis bought me this chinese version of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Book of bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suicides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Andy Reiley and I enjoy it very much. It's just about crazy bunnies attempting suicides. Some of my favourite parts. Actually I like all of them. Eek, I'm a sadist. Question: Do animals commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="360" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/godiebunny.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout of the room changed. I can't help but notice Mr. Jay Chou staring at me while playing drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="250" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/mrjayc.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing my test marks for globalisation, I decided to be a little more dilligent towards studies. So I went to the Toyota's website to search for something to write for my geography essay and discovered One EskimO's song - Hometime. So soothing, like lullaby. Then I went to check them out on myspace and discovered that all their songs are super dope. Makes me feel like I'm entering the alpha state of mind; so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Nodame Cantabile on Crunchyroll. It's so damn freaking funny. WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6767175117347137194?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6767175117347137194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6767175117347137194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6767175117347137194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6767175117347137194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/03/marc.html' title='Marc'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8574222506163028564</id><published>2008-02-22T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:26:17.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOG</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went for YOG with some friends due to the lack of CIP hours. Argh. It was quite fun actually, with all the spraying, sabotaging and smacking of balloons in all directions. My ear drum is a little damaged by the loud music throughout the programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the new sports stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ops. I ate the pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8574222506163028564?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8574222506163028564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8574222506163028564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8574222506163028564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8574222506163028564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/02/yog.html' title='YOG'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2566380992760720440</id><published>2008-02-15T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:10:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"target="_blank"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"target="_blank"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 75%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great understanding of who you are, and your place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what path you're on. And you are excited about your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always deepening your inner knowledge and introspection. And enjoying it every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/"target="_blank"&gt;How Does Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Play the Drums&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/drums.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are often hyper, restless, and full of a little too much zeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, people may be surprised to know that you can focus your energy well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and engaged enough to be a great drummer... and you have the stamina to practice for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when you can channel your energy productively, it only increases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are independent and spirited... but also consistent. You can definitely keep the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work well in a group and contribute heartily - without needing to take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: your aggression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: your precision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"target="_blank"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2566380992760720440?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2566380992760720440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2566380992760720440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2566380992760720440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2566380992760720440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/02/quizzing.html' title='Quizzing'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2228504231783834127</id><published>2008-02-13T15:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:23:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2228504231783834127?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2228504231783834127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2228504231783834127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2228504231783834127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2228504231783834127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-read-this.html' title='Don&apos;t read this'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6295061287860942667</id><published>2008-02-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:16:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night</title><content type='html'>The second day of CNY is the coolest. We went to Aunt's house for another round of steamboat and this is when sis introduced the drinking game - &lt;em&gt;Circle of Death&lt;/em&gt;. Rather inauspicious but it's an ultra fun drinking game and we have lots of Carlsberg with soy sauce. The 9 of us sat round and laugh at the lame jokes, sabotaging others to shield ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Aunt's house, random conversations brought up CJ7 and we decided to watch it at Westmall. Since there is still time left till the show start, we had many rounds of puck and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="181" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/CJ7.png" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 11 of us squeezed into the theatre. I wonder why it is so damn crowded at night like waiting for countdowns. We commented that the furball 7-zai is a combination of Chicken little texture, Teletubbies Po's antenna, Ultraman blinking and sound when energy runs out, Doraemon pocket with a silicon body and alien eyeballs. It's cute anyway. The ending was rather abrupt but the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lameness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the movie makes it worth watching. Two adults paid for our dinner at hawker centre while the rest are playing mahjong at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, we had the end product of mixing Carmen Rose, Chile 2006, almond syrup plus bitter gourd tea together for second round of circle of death, watch The Guru and played fireworks. I realised that I haven't touch schoolwork for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6295061287860942667?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6295061287860942667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6295061287860942667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6295061287860942667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6295061287860942667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-night.html' title='Late night'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3699844811067262773</id><published>2008-02-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:59:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun fun</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festive season is back again. One wonderful about CNY is that I have the time in the world to do the things I always wanted to. One of it is to complete the documentary "Inside North Korea" by National Geographic which is one of the most shocking and interesting documentary I'd ever watched. (I rarely do watch documentaries) Next is my favourite Photoshopping! It's been months since I last use Photoshop, which is the creation of this blog page, and now i'm trying out Photoshop Element 6.0. Arhh!!! I wish I own it. I'm so glad I still know how to do it. Anyway here is something I did for CNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="280" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/yuldesign.png" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel so bloated during this festive time but I just can't stop munching on food and drinking! By the way, Carlsberg is actually tasted quite good. It's so nice to come together to ask each other how's life and temporary drop the word 'fatass' from our vocabulary. My house is so damn crowded today and cousins sat on my bed to watch Shinchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another steamboat tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's rock! I love hong baos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3699844811067262773?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3699844811067262773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3699844811067262773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3699844811067262773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3699844811067262773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun fun fun'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8529551107908723752</id><published>2008-01-21T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:47:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I had my first malay lesson for cultural studies. It was quite cool as I learned a couple of 'nice' words to use on my peers. Other than that, nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sis returned from China last night. My first time to Terminal 3 and I wondered what is that large mechanical flower doing there. I seriously got no clue of the functions so tell me if you know. I made a surprising discovery in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with a couple of lamo reasoning why she was taking so long and finally she came with more luggages than she brought there. Selamat Pulang. Then, we went to have our dinner at West Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China stuff are cheaper. Here are some of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="203" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/levis.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="203" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/paradox.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bling bling plus cina card. Paradoxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="203" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/tidbits.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Supplements'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="270" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/monkey.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monga monga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="203" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/death.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death note collectables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="270" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/dick.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw Mr P***k before but it's cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="270" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/doraemon.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming up and WTH, spring cleaning on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse muah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8529551107908723752?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8529551107908723752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8529551107908723752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8529551107908723752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8529551107908723752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2496680321142353588</id><published>2008-01-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:36:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>My hair was soaking wet after PC. WTH. It is so tiring, not forgetting my poor stamina. It's been months since I exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the new teachers aren't really that bad and I started to plan my life. I find more time to do stuff instead of wasting them on useless things. &lt;em&gt;The 'big rocks and small pebbles theory'&lt;/em&gt; really worked out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's drum lesson was like so fun and stress releasing. Mr. Anthony is such a nice person and I'm sure to buy him a teacher's day present if I'm still taking drum then. It is such a wonderful thing to find someone who share the same interest with you, talk crap and teach you how to play. I was feeling so refresh after the lesson. When you are happy, whack the drum kit hard and happiness will turn into rhythm. When you are angry, whack the drum even harder and the anger will just turn into rhythm. I just love drumming. It is never too stressful, boring or tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some cooking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="196" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/egg.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat the eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="196" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/yum.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supersize cheese omelette, two baked hashbrowns, two bacon and one cup of mixed fruit juice. It is super fattening but cooking is so delicious, fun and stress releasing as well. Haha. That is what life should be; enjoyable and colourful. I'm gonna leave behind all the unhappiness, worries and all other things that is pulling me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carefree! *Tweet. tweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2496680321142353588?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2496680321142353588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2496680321142353588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2496680321142353588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2496680321142353588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/01/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6331876857827162546</id><published>2008-01-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:15:00.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="259" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/road.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holidays are like so short, I didn't even get enough of everything. Teachers are like everchanging and I don't really feel like taking another step to get to know them. Come what may. Just want A levels to be over soon and leave the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/peoplez.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is JJ Night 2008. A freaking year passed. Finally, we have some juniors to be in school. Looking at them, it reminded me how pathetic I was in camp. It was so much fun but at that point in time, something was just missing. Have fun peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="192" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/light.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along session. The start of all emoness when people start to sniff and sob. It was too contagious and I decided to leave. By the way, there is a super cute boy there. Kawaii. Will update if possible. Thanks Jennifer for the superb chocolates from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The final mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6331876857827162546?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6331876857827162546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6331876857827162546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6331876857827162546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6331876857827162546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2008/01/zoom.html' title='Zoom'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2850385136269507473</id><published>2007-12-31T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:30:26.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 is coming</title><content type='html'>MiSa is really a great tear-jerker. A subtle sadness can be felt from each of the different scenes and no wonder it won the best picture award. An inspiration that tells me to frame subjects that tells a good story for both motion and still. It reminds me that someone said that you do not need a good camera to take a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Take the first step in faith, You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step." "The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all." How true can that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drop the word fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2850385136269507473?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2850385136269507473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2850385136269507473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2850385136269507473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2850385136269507473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008-is-coming.html' title='2008 is coming'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2511939397654824380</id><published>2007-12-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:54:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOsure</title><content type='html'>Now working in Expo and there's a mega sale in Hall 5. Do visit this weekend and grab all the stuff early. Calvin Klein underwear and shirts sold for only 5 bucks. My favourite chocolate is damn cheap. I bet Expo will turn out to be a warzone tomorrow. The more I know about the secret, the more I wouldn't talk about negative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers are really cute, always pop some lame questions and laugh at their own jokes. Whenever I have breaks, I will spend some time watching Formula Drift with the bystanders. VOOM VOOM VOOM. Screeecchhh. At a distance, there only thick white fumes. Walk closer... even better, I can smell petrol. Frangrant. I was wondering when will the car fly into the crowd but the drivers are too good to even hit the cones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2511939397654824380?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2511939397654824380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2511939397654824380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2511939397654824380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2511939397654824380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/exposure.html' title='EXPOsure'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-371888515911277040</id><published>2007-12-24T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:59:43.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enliven</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I'm back from band camp. Happy christmas eve to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping is really fun. In camp, I got to know the juniors and they are really funny and entertaining people. Met up with other alumni friends too! Starting to love music and drumming even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I had a chicken and bacon tomato lettuce sandwich with mayo and played on drum later. Then I started to have diarrhea. Feeling weak, I fell asleep for 15 hours and when I woke up, it's a new day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be disappearing for another 1 week. See you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-371888515911277040?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/371888515911277040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=371888515911277040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/371888515911277040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/371888515911277040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/enliven.html' title='Enliven'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5826295214729411262</id><published>2007-12-17T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:36:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETF &amp; Asian Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/champ.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early turkey feast today. I'm totally in love with gravy on rice! Cheers people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because she knows what she believes today can be different tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who watched Asian Idol live in Jakarta, Indonesia on TV? Hady Mirza was kneeling on the floor. Not a single judge thinks that Vy and Hady stands out and most of them chose Mau, Jaclyn and Mike. In fact, I thought they are right. However, I musn't deny the fact that their looks do play a part in getting the votes. It turned out that Hady Mirza became an Asian Idol overnight. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, one of the reasons of the win might be that the voters from other countries thought that Singapore is small and wouldn't get that many votes. The system was to choose 2 idols from 2 different countries so they vote one for the own country and the other for Singapore. In the end, it turned out that everyone thinks the same way and Hady Mirza gets votes from it. Or Singaporeans really voted a million times. Or it could just be the charm and voice of his that drew votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either of them, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's HEADLINES. Expect the Unexpected! I'm not really crazy about Hady Mirza but I'm glad he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5826295214729411262?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5826295214729411262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5826295214729411262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5826295214729411262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5826295214729411262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/etf-asian-idol.html' title='ETF &amp; Asian Idol'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3568083093256248213</id><published>2007-12-14T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:58:24.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 13 Not</title><content type='html'>Finally! After a super long day, I met up with Shimin and Liu Chin for Sheryl's water baptism. We got to choose gifts that Shimin bought for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 206px" height="201" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/BJolympic2008.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Bei, Jing Jing, Huan Huan, Ying Ying, Ni Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I learnt about Olympics in China from Shimin; each of them symbolises something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/huan.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lao da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the fire torch that starts the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to water baptism, I think the best part was the refreshment. WOW. Congratulations to Sheryl and Sharon for being baptized. Both sprinkling and immersion are really fast. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially grounded and I'm gonna turn the house upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3568083093256248213?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3568083093256248213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3568083093256248213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3568083093256248213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3568083093256248213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-13-not.html' title='Friday 13 Not'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2034643362819062525</id><published>2007-12-04T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:31:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/welcome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse keep making me laugh and have to repeat everything at least twice. WTH. The best thing was that I have to dilate my eyeballs once only. An open date appointment on the day when the rectina detach and floaters burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I select and picture which is bus coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be blind not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2034643362819062525?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2034643362819062525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2034643362819062525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2034643362819062525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2034643362819062525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/nus-visit.html' title='NUS visit'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8890169823010824047</id><published>2007-12-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:58:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heisenberg - Uncertainty Principle</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I'm back again. Just here to update you on the&lt;strong&gt; SGR seminar by Dr. Mel Gill&lt;/strong&gt; at the Suntec Conventional Hall that I'd attented. The three hours is worthwhile and life changing. He has a strong sense of humour which is indeed a special way of communication that brings people together and connect the hearts of all. It was the super lame joke he cracked that draws me to pay close attention to him. Talking about the laws of attraction! The seminar attracted a lot of middle age group people with the exception of a kid, a baby and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a bit on quantum physics today, it was just a sneak preview and I can't wait for next year when we will be touching more of it in school! It is true that what we feel changes eveything and expectation does change reality. It also reflects on our society which is true that most of us lack self-esteem which is like a barrier as we have doubts with ourself. However, the past is not important and what matter most is that we have faith in ourself! I'd been in a hypnotic trance before and as he unravels the mystery of our brains, I started to realise what had happened to me since I was born. The events that took place that are so special. Success is really not always about money and a thought can change our emotions. I agree with him that everyone present in that room wasn't there by accident and I made friends much more older than me. &lt;strong&gt;"Ginger is still old then spicy" in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;chinese.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. They are much more mature and experienced and I really hope to make more of such friends! Sometimes being sociable is really easy because the people just make you want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I read told me to have paradigms and so did Dr. Mel Gill. What do I say about myself will be a window of how people see me. I am going to discover the secret of the universe and find my true destiny; my live catalog. How the world spins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thoughts are frequencies. On and off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8890169823010824047?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8890169823010824047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8890169823010824047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8890169823010824047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8890169823010824047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/heisenberg.html' title='Heisenberg - Uncertainty Principle'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7953516387238303017</id><published>2007-12-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:05:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NOT SO STUPID</title><content type='html'>I feel so stupid. I know the answer to my heart long long ago. I shouldn't even tell anyone what I was thinking. I had it all along! Never mind about all the pretenders in the world and move along without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dream repeated again. The gross intestines plus a liver coming out from the throat of an angmoh woman pulled out by an angmoh man again and a picture of 1000 days book. The quote comes out for the third time - "If you fail to plan, you're planning to fail." Oh my, it's time to get my engine started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated world AIDS day to everyone. Let's fight aids by using latex. Teehee. Spread the word of love to the people you cherish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smack and whack. Dummies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7953516387238303017?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7953516387238303017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7953516387238303017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7953516387238303017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7953516387238303017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/12/retarded.html' title='I &lt;s&gt;NOT&lt;/s&gt; SO STUPID'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7497026847540312175</id><published>2007-11-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:15:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis of a bad neighbour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="260" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/zamer.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesh and muffler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7497026847540312175?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7497026847540312175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7497026847540312175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7497026847540312175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7497026847540312175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/genesis-of-bad-neighbour.html' title='Genesis of a bad neighbour'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4745570863971549148</id><published>2007-11-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:43:51.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels follow me</title><content type='html'>I'm still trying to complete season 1 of &lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;! My computer speakers really suck and I have to pause my show to let them take a break in between. The interview at Neythal road is absolutely weird. I wouldn't want that job and I don't wanna work for Ministry of Manpower. I was so late for my drumming lesson in Town Area and I had to ran miles to take the train. Sweating like a pig! While running, there was this taxi driver who horned me and told me to get into the car. I was like telling him no because I got &lt;strong&gt;no money&lt;/strong&gt; on me but he said it didn't matter. So I did and made it for my drum lessons on time! WOW. He thought I was a &lt;em&gt;Malaysian&lt;/em&gt; then I told him I was rushing down for my music lessons. He said that I must take good care of my fingers and stuff. LOL. Nearly burst into laughter but he is just really really nice. In studio, Mr Ant. recommended me to an electronic drum on the noticeboard and gave me pointers on how to 'Sha Jia' = Bargain, to make it sound nicer, negotiate. Anyway, I find the price very reasonable but I had to wait for mum's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'approval letter'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder why my dreams always lie in people's hand like purchasing SLR camera and so on. It is always money, money, money. If I have all the money in the world, I wouldn't work. I will serve and volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4745570863971549148?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4745570863971549148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4745570863971549148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4745570863971549148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4745570863971549148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/angels-following-me.html' title='Angels follow me'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5962208179743484992</id><published>2007-11-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:28:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsize 100</title><content type='html'>I've watched 100 films in my life today. Don't ask me why I count because I don't know. It was just that I started counting from one fine day, like the actress in Secret counting 108 steps to the classroom. The 100th film I'd watched is Secret. Don't ask me why after so many months then I watch it. I must say it's the first time I feel better that the story is left hanging there. It's a secret. Don't ask me why I'm acting secretive because I'm busy too. My stupid ceiling is like a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Splash, splash, splash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5962208179743484992?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5962208179743484992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5962208179743484992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5962208179743484992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5962208179743484992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/upsize-100.html' title='Upsize 100'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8961335823470937472</id><published>2007-11-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:14:43.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The queer FREAK</title><content type='html'>This morning, my brother was playing with the candles and I joined in with a stack of newspaper. Then I threw it on another stack of newspapers and that was how the fire started. The living room was filled with ashes after that and we have to clean the whole living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I met a scammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A total freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch out for the scammer trying to cheat people on the internet and do not be easily deceived. Check for registered companies and legitimate assignments. It is really obvious to see the flaws in the statements and I was like so pissed. These people should be jailed but on the other hand, it reminds me to be canny. It was a waste of my time but I lucky enough to withdraw before the assignments even started. The thing is that my resume fall in the wrong hands. Darn. I now realised what that deam means and thanks to Yifang for hearing me out. It's really a reflection of how the world is like; intricate. I should start to think simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thing was even more upsetting. My mum disapprove me of spending my own savings on buying the Yamaha drumset. It is not spending things that will get me nowhere, it is about my dreams. There is like a huge mountain of difficulty in front of me right now and I really wish I need not have to worry. After shopping for my music book, had my favourite Takoyaki and drinking water chestnut drink, I felt better. Maybe I should stop thinking about working and concentrate on my revision and prepare for the 'A' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so hard to say those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8961335823470937472?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8961335823470937472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8961335823470937472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8961335823470937472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8961335823470937472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/freaking.html' title='The queer FREAK'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3853436276292815179</id><published>2007-11-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:45:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/beautiful.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/weed.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Coast Park has the other side. Take a second to listen and take a deep breath. Slow down your pace and you will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I simply love silhouette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3853436276292815179?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3853436276292815179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3853436276292815179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3853436276292815179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3853436276292815179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5604879059076941689</id><published>2007-11-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:46:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They shine</title><content type='html'>Yo people I'm back! I'm relieve and glad that the chinese paper and oral presentation are over. Whatever the results man! I guess I'll be working and if you want to date me, I would have to check my itinerary. Give me a ride! Haha. Anyway, I just finished watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stardust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it was one of the best fantasy movies that I've watched so far! Two thumbs up yeah! Excellent graphics, compositions, storyline, humour and everything else. They live happily ever after... Yeah, yeah I mentioned it before, that is my all-time favourite ending! Go watch it people! Woohoo! I'm going for a haircut soon okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5604879059076941689?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5604879059076941689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5604879059076941689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5604879059076941689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5604879059076941689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-shine.html' title='They shine'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5789497017380451935</id><published>2007-10-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:24:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>I should really start to mind my language and stop my mouth in taking control of me. I should also start being proactive and not reactive towards what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/pamela.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;significant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;unbalance &lt;/em&gt;picture which only Jennifer can catch the underlying meaning. Presenting to you, the &lt;strong&gt;bloated&lt;/strong&gt; caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drumming lessons start to rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5789497017380451935?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5789497017380451935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5789497017380451935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5789497017380451935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5789497017380451935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/10/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1252841032464667709</id><published>2007-10-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:17:28.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Pooh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/deb.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/yifang.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/blur.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/shimin.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimin and I are best pool partners and we won every round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="162" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/all.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sze Yee's friends for paying for the pool game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1252841032464667709?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1252841032464667709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1252841032464667709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1252841032464667709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1252841032464667709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-pooh.html' title='Free Pooh?!'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8896970759039759490</id><published>2007-10-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:59:05.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curryly Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslim friends and those who are involved in the celebration. Haha. Anyway, my super nice neighbours delivered the sweet and spicy food to our doorstep. How sweet of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/pastries.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/curry.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick flavoured chicken, mutton and veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/lontong.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant lontong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case my friends are wondering why I was like greeting them with &lt;strong&gt;Selemat Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt; repeatedly, I'm just too high in the festive season! (Though I got no green packets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went down to HOGC and I really felt refresh when the river ran through me! Haha. I'm so glad that I really try to commit myself and I gained lots and lots from the few hours. It is still the same old words;&lt;em&gt; how much you put in determines how much you will get in return.&lt;/em&gt; I'm a dead and different person again. Thanks to all friends who really made my day and Jun Jie for sharing many thoughts with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are a new generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8896970759039759490?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8896970759039759490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8896970759039759490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8896970759039759490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8896970759039759490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/10/curryly-hari-raya.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Curryly&lt;/i&gt; Hari Raya'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5964751277702779093</id><published>2007-10-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:16:43.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="216" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/teddy.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta find my true self.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded and psychedelic. Mink rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5964751277702779093?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5964751277702779093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5964751277702779093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5964751277702779093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5964751277702779093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/10/state-of-delusion.html' title='State of Delusion'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3144899596558700532</id><published>2007-10-05T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:26:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light up the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u38/gallerydoor/6-1.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours change everything. Even if the world is falling apart, colours just bring hope into life. It like a subliminal message to have faith. The journey has just begin and we should face each day with hope and enthusiasm. Even if the eye twitches, (Yes, yes mine is twitching right now) just tell yourself that things will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop worrying about retaining. &lt;em&gt;"In every life we have some trouble,when you worry you make it double" - Bobby Mcferrin sings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Chinese 'A' level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakthrough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3144899596558700532?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3144899596558700532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3144899596558700532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3144899596558700532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3144899596558700532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/10/wondrous-sky.html' title='Light up the sky'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-788511199216258280</id><published>2007-09-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:55:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zone Sharing</title><content type='html'>Finally, the people are back from Sweden. Their hair turned brown and shared with us their stories at Sweden which are so fascinating! They even brought Sweden biscuits back. Sweet, taste like popcorn and is very crispy. It's my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the lonely ride back home, I bumped into Huijing and her boyfriend in the shelter and chatted a bit. Funny people. Haha. The world is indeed small, social circle just overlaps and gets bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had my dinner at home; sausage wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="216" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/spinelli.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="177" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/food.png" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study hard for Promos. The final lap! At least, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-788511199216258280?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/788511199216258280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=788511199216258280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/788511199216258280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/788511199216258280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/09/zone-sharing.html' title='Zone Sharing'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4580031948411884932</id><published>2007-09-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:58:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles eaters</title><content type='html'>Met the girls at school to celebrate Mid-Autumn festival. It isn't worth the money. I ate plain bee hoon. Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/handsZ.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley fist. The limelight was on the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/LANZ.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went ahead to light the lanterns. Eunice helped me to burn a "Halloween lantern". Then, jamming with the lantern sticks, dancing with the stars and sharing lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/LANTERNSZ.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some place near school to play with fireworks. It is seriously smoky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/HEY.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took like so many shots to get a proper one. Block the lamp, all in postions, blinking and&lt;br /&gt;SNAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed Ghost Whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4580031948411884932?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4580031948411884932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4580031948411884932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4580031948411884932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4580031948411884932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/09/candles-eaters.html' title='Candles eaters'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7219786954847137873</id><published>2007-09-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:01:50.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctual</title><content type='html'>It's the start of September holidays but there are holiday lectures. Maths and chemistry packed into one day and I sat in for 4 and a 1/2 hours of lecture. Even more than normal school days! Fortunately, I just have to go back to school once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/h-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school musical 2 is still stucked in my head. Look at my desktop's background. Haha. My favourite song in the last movie was Bop to the Top and now I like Fabulous. I don't know why but I love bitchy and Arghh songs. It's a universal definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to design the cover page of my group's written report but I got no freaking idea how I should start. Speaking of project work, something embarrassing happened in the library today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stalls in school are closed, so I went to the library with an empty stomach. Half way through, I stretched my body and then my stomach was growling so loudly that all my teammates heard it. Their reactions are hilarious. They ask me to go have my lunch but cateen stalls are closed and I'm too lazy to go outside to buy. So &lt;em&gt;paiseh!!&lt;/em&gt; I think the very last person that heard my stomach growls is Eunice in lower secondary I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the tasty mooncakes, much better than last year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0009.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0011-1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0014.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a masterpiece done by a ultra violent person with high destructive force. (not me) That's a really classic one. Hmm... there goes my guitar sessions. I seriously need a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0013.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tutorial 1: How to wash your laundy. (For Beginners)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought to you by: Following mum's instruction manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Step 1: Open the cover of your washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/rim.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Empty the dirty laundry into the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0003.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Pour in one cup of detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0006.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to make a nice pattern on the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0007.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Close the cover and press the Start/Hold button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/ri.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a simple request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7219786954847137873?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7219786954847137873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7219786954847137873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7219786954847137873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7219786954847137873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/09/punctual.html' title='Punctual'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3856242911853280874</id><published>2007-09-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:52:56.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child in you</title><content type='html'>Went down for Daytona Challenge with Sheryl today. I was in the chart at first but get kicked out. Actually, I shouldn't even think about the Sony PSP. It's totally impossible for me to get. Haha. Anyway, I wonder who won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my lunch at Subway and it was my first time trying! Noob noob. I simply love lettuce and tomatoes and just everything. Probably because I'm having a great appetite then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to study failed yet again. My Aunt brought Swensen ice cream mooncake again as Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching soon, drumsticks kinda distracting, music playing, computer's charm and all. I finished High School Musical 2 and it's totally sweet and there more cool songs. Road to High School Musical 2 and auditions are cool as well. It's even better than the first one. Much more complications in storyline and it's going to show on 9th September on Disney channel too. I know Zuer is definitely watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stress that not only kids watch Disney channels okay, some teenagers and adults love it too. Ryan Evans did a great job, so does the entire East High School. I even played the games at &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/highschoolmusical2/" target="_blank"&gt;Disney website&lt;/a&gt; Hehe. Looking forward to High School Musical 3. Back to my sdsm, I'm not giving up my study rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/HSM2.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Sharpay and Ryan singing Humuhumunukunukuapua'a? Totally crappy! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday reminds me of Hi-5.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3856242911853280874?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3856242911853280874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3856242911853280874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3856242911853280874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3856242911853280874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/09/child-in-you.html' title='A child in you'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1154560031664400070</id><published>2007-08-31T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:37:21.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hi</title><content type='html'>It's teachers' day today and it reminded me of baking day at Jennifer's house. I went back to Yuhua with the rest. Kinda of boring there and it's really quiet. Shimin said that the geography students are going to Nepal tomorrow. How I wish I can go overseas for a few years, to experience a different culture. Like France, Brazil and anywhere with annual events like Mardi Gras parade or Glastonbury with lots and lots of people from different parts of the world. That will be totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to catch &lt;em&gt;"Ratouille".&lt;/em&gt; It's been a long time since I watched Disney pictures. It is really a hilarious film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="270" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/rat.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone can cook.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1154560031664400070?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1154560031664400070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1154560031664400070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1154560031664400070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1154560031664400070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-hi.html' title='Say Hi'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8099739150203210733</id><published>2007-08-25T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:29:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw down</title><content type='html'>It's another meaningful day at Singpost. I really like the inspiring testimonials, the service on academic excellence and the best part was that they played my &lt;strong&gt;favourite song&lt;/strong&gt;. The message was delivered through permutation and combination. It's really a mathematical truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really awaken me and stirred up what's deep inside of me. I remembered how curious I was about the Big Bang, Milky Way and all the positions of the stars and planets. Wondering if aliens and UFOs really existed, controversies going round the world, the way different instruments are played, laws in different part of the continents, music and video production, how animation works, different breed of dogs, languages and cultures, psychic power, the human brain, electronics, problem sums, hand signs and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Learning ends when you die." &lt;/em&gt;It's going to be throughout my life. I'm glad that I'm cultivating a brand new way of life and I know that I'm not walking the road alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna to come up with my own study rule and work doubly hard and not &lt;strong&gt;screw up&lt;/strong&gt; my major examination again. My life is going to be 100! Don't be mistaken. It is simply 100 factorial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;The brain however is of infinite capacity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8099739150203210733?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8099739150203210733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8099739150203210733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8099739150203210733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8099739150203210733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/screw-down.html' title='Screw down'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1137973038997368836</id><published>2007-08-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:50:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind it</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I just feel like taking my Dad's first and old guitar to play my favourite instrumental song by Bob Dylan. That is really what I call &lt;em&gt;classic&lt;/em&gt;. I think I did mention, how much I love Avril's version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuning the guitar by ears and I was so afraid of breaking the strings again which I did a few years back and had a phobia of tuning guitar. (My Dad blew up) Okay, I was exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmHMJBtXLWA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmHMJBtXLWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it made seem to people that it is just a simple song with only 4 chords but it killed me. I've got a blister on my middle finger right now. I seriously strum like a moron. Maybe, I need half a year to do that song. Hmm... I still want to do &lt;em&gt;Runaway&lt;/em&gt;. That will take another one year. Oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about music, my new drum teacher is great. It all depends on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money, money, money.&lt;br /&gt;Life is money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1137973038997368836?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1137973038997368836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1137973038997368836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1137973038997368836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1137973038997368836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/wind-it-up.html' title='Wind it'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5219275602394418391</id><published>2007-08-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:11:44.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator T02-R25-S7</title><content type='html'>I'm back to share with you what happened last night that blown me away. She is Gwen Stefani! The Sweet Escape Tour Live in Singapore Indoor Stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really shocked when some of my friends said "Gwen Stefani? Who is that?" I nearly fainted. Anyway, I'm really proud to attend her concert, I'm a huge fan! Woohoo! I took 105 shots at her concert and most of them were like so blur. I'm shaking with excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/ent.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounding madly back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, first stop; Security. No fluids allowed. Anyway, my sister and I entered with only one peanut pancake in our stomach. We were late for the concert but luckily, Gwen Stefani's concert started late too, so we didn't miss out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out and the crowd was cheering. Spotlight following her dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/catch.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, her dancer was caught by the police. Yup, yup! That was the introduction to the Sweet Escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/colours.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was really blur but I like the colourful dresses of her dancers. They are grooving to Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8Y9dOtxiJw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8Y9dOtxiJw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="360" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video taken by the Ricoh camera. It was blur partly because that it was of poor focus and the fact that we were quite far from the stage. I love the Cha-chinggg... Cha-chinggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/high.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnificent sea of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/heyhey.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got the crowd going. Everyone went wild. Totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/whatyouwaitingfor.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting&lt;br /&gt;What you waiting for!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was screaming like a mad women. My sister and I stood up and dance during most of the songs. The Caucasians at the back were really wild too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/gwen.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cheered so loudly when she dashed up to the central stage. She's getting closer and closer to my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/gwenste.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shocked me when she dashed up the stairs! Even closer now! She was surrounded by security guards as well as the crowd. Oh man! When I took a clear shot, she turned away. By the way, she's in the center of the picture. Back to it, she was just three feets away and I stood on someone else's seat to get the shot! I should have shouted "Gwen! You're a hot mum!" Maybe she would have turned around and come closer and I could have got a better shot. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she was singing "Cool" and the crowd was like "I know we're cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she ran to the east and I got another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/gwens1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was and the crowd was armed with cameras. Spotlight was following her and it made it easier for us to take her pictures! Supposedly, no photography is allowed in the stadium but no one really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert goes on when she sang her songs in Love.Angel.Music.Baby and The Sweet Escape. There was encore and she introduced her band and dancers to us. I was so high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/thank.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Her crew. Gwen Stefani is really sincere and appreciative which no doubt is the reason that brought her really far. She even dedicate her song to cute little Kingston! What a nice nice mum! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Disperse.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. There were Gwen Stefani T-shirts and posters on sale outside the stadium and there was a huge jam. The concert kept replaying in my head because it was just so memorable, so unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so amazing that people all around the world are connected together through music. The music of our souls. She came from California and her crew from different parts of the world such as Japan. It was just so much for the night and I was really reluctant to leave. The concert was much so much more than words, an undescribable event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly doze off during lectures today and two friends and I still need to go down to Singapore Polytechnic to take pictures of the West Zone Superstar rehearsal. I was really really tired. It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun, fun life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating yet again but thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;My life is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5219275602394418391?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5219275602394418391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5219275602394418391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5219275602394418391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5219275602394418391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/procrastinator-t02-r25-s7.html' title='Procrastinator T02-R25-S7'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2918592450934559059</id><published>2007-08-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:31:12.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="280" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/disturbia_posterbig.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Distubia-ing with Sheryl and Shimin. Oh my god, I got the showtime for Lido Cineplex instead of Jurong. In the end, we had to spend some time in the arcade. It was so much fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner then into the theater. It wasn't as scary as I heard but it is still quite scary. Okay, there were great observations of the neighbourhood and Kale got a cool bedroom. After the movie, we went for another round of arcade games and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="220" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/1-1.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand opening at Singpost. It was impressive but it sets me in a dilemma. I hope things will turn out fine for me. I wonder why there are so many problems in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2918592450934559059?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2918592450934559059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2918592450934559059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2918592450934559059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2918592450934559059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-fun.html' title='More fun'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5487977662784030054</id><published>2007-08-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:23:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Holidays</title><content type='html'>I finished watching the complete korean drama, The Vineyard Man plus the duet done by them on Youtube. The drama is damn hilarious plus meaningful. Since I am so free this few days, I decided to watch the DVDs at home, the shows I didn't catch in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/200px-JustFollowLawPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great comedy by Jack Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/posterphoto26262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artificial women. It's a touching one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I had more fun together with my family and relatives at Marina Bay for steamboat. Food and more food. Actually, it was mainly meat but I had some vegetables and tofu to keep me healthy. Oh yeah, I met Felicia and Jacqueline there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0026.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0029.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0025.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0028.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second to look around. Enjoy the lovely Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we had one round of bowling. Woo! Everyone was like so professional but it was &lt;em&gt;tyco la.&lt;/em&gt; We cheer and scream like some lunatics. It was so much fun. Then I notice that we attracted quite a lot of attention from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0031.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin. Steady &lt;em&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC01195.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We took so many balls. I think eight playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0032.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, there were so many strangers that attempted to get a free ride from us because Uncle was driving a mini bus with a few empty seats. We rejected because not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shun lu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There were so many people that the bus stop can't hold them. Some were standing at the grasspatch and some on the curb and they are &lt;strong&gt;really really&lt;/strong&gt; desperate to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 cars that crashed together and form a straight car chain at the highway which caused a serious traffic jam! Then, we were like taking note of all the car plate numbers so that the adults &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can buy 4D.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... Then, the rest cracked some lame jokes and we guess some hokkien riddles. The people are seriously jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and eat more. Huge appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0033.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt brought some sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still learning to read hangul to sing that song.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 42th Birthday Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5487977662784030054?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5487977662784030054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5487977662784030054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5487977662784030054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5487977662784030054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/memorable-holidays.html' title='Memorable Holidays'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4145562792525822253</id><published>2007-08-03T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:14:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>The services really work for me. The seminar by Sy Rogers and all that makes me realise the true meaning of life. Perhaps, my old self is gone and I'm trying to be better.Though self-control is a really challenging task for me, I'll try to. Thanks for your forgiveness. You bring warmth and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about common test, it finally ended. Last minute work don't help and the last paper is disatrous. I guess they are all out to ensure that only the cream of the crop can make it for full exemption. Anyway, they had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0011.jpg" width="791" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to study was not exactly successful. The korean drama, The Man of The Vineyard and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0012.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/RIMG0001.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of plan.&lt;br /&gt;No more Vacancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4145562792525822253?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4145562792525822253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4145562792525822253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4145562792525822253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4145562792525822253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2470532738373162048</id><published>2007-07-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:08:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Wrong</title><content type='html'>After drumming, met up with Jun Jie and the rest. I got a new drum teacher but the studio remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to meet new friends like Alicia, Josh and many many more at the Heart. The people are so friendly and crazy. Got to know the japanese phrase; &lt;strong&gt;You got polio&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahahaha. The place was like a clubhouse in the dark. &lt;strong&gt;Africans are so hot!!!&lt;/strong&gt; AhhHHHWWOOO!!! They kept popping and slapping themselves. Hahahaha. I love the moonwalk and bodywave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so late for dinner at Orchard. So many birthday &lt;em&gt;kia &lt;/em&gt;today and we kept singing and singing... In the end, I ran back to the MRT station with Jun Jie and Alicia. My hair was so damn messy and I look like a mad women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met up mum and sis and ate at Ajisen. The reason was because mum had a 50 dollars voucher and we can spend at there. When mum was footing the bill, the lady said it was 50.05 dollars and mum just gave her &lt;strong&gt;5 cents.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Korean ice cream and went home. Just a week more to common tests and I seriously have not done any revision. I did not even touch homework for two consecutive weekends. Where's my sdsm? Work hard, work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum bought a 7.1 megapixels digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2470532738373162048?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2470532738373162048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2470532738373162048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2470532738373162048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2470532738373162048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or Wrong'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6463163625797899600</id><published>2007-07-21T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:36:11.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots@Home</title><content type='html'>After missing the Montage competition, I thought I would missShots@Home too. Luckily, 3 members are allowed to take part in the competition. (supposedly 4 in a group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 12 hours photography competition and we went around Singapore trying to take some nice shot but it didn't quite work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture011.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a grammar mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture010.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1960s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture005.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture012.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here comes the bizarre part. I didn't it notice until Yixin told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture017.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. The tallest building on the left was flat. The sky was like a sheet of patterned paper. Either it was designed by a really artistic architect that enjoys making use of optical illusion or it was just an coincidence. Laughing really hard because it looks so fake but real. Oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went home to have a bath, to wash away the fatigue, before going on a second round to take more shots. My aunt bought some ice cream and I ate one before going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture024.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture023.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Picture025.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's a lot. I ate two cones yesterday, I don't know about my siblings and parents. Finally, I went back to school to meet Zhiwei and submitted only 2 photos. What a pity. 6 hours for 1 shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice cream stall.&lt;br /&gt;Freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6463163625797899600?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6463163625797899600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6463163625797899600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6463163625797899600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6463163625797899600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/shotshome.html' title='Shots@Home'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8294746939762264348</id><published>2007-07-17T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:51:03.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A for Artistic</title><content type='html'>I forgot to bring my entry proof today! Then, I went to the staff room which is located at the same level as the assigned class and looked for my civics tutor. It was like few minutes before the actual examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I met Yifang there too. Then, my civics tutor was nice enough to print for her. Phew. I knew that something bad was going to happen as my right eyelid was like twitching during the break. I know it is kinda of superstitious but the exact same thing happen during my Geography paper which I screwed up. Unfortunately, many incidents made me believe that it was true, at least for me. I suppose it was said to be the left eyelid told in some &lt;em&gt;grandmother stories&lt;/em&gt; but it worked the opposite for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to doze off listening to the classical but luckily the teacher woke the class up. Ignition start up. The paper was surprising. One of the listening comprehension storyline during the secondary school days came out. It was the old one on the beef noodle. The one which the son accepts the slices of beef but place it back into his Dad's bowl and made him sound like an old man suffering from senile, not conscious and easily deceived by his son. Haha. Ok, I'm not serious. At least the ending is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met up with Yixin to do homework. Then, we went to Sizzling Ice to buy ice cream from Yifang. The scoop of ice cream on the cone slide down and landed beside the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8294746939762264348?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8294746939762264348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8294746939762264348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8294746939762264348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8294746939762264348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-artistic.html' title='A for Artistic'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-175242988466499081</id><published>2007-07-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:52:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving House</title><content type='html'>Hurray! I'm moving house in 2011 or so. Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20070712/tap-blocks-2-to-11-at-teban-gardens-earm-231650b.html" target="'_blank"&gt;What happen to Block 2 to Block 11?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably a 4 room flat and mum said that she reserved the storeroom for me to sleep. I'm a garang guni. Whatever. I'll be like 21 one then, an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, having a great time playing drum today, I went down for the exhibition in the temporary container room near the playground. It was supposed to be cooling but due to the fact that there was too many people inside, it was stuffy and squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went for a haircut with my Aunt. I layered my hair while she dyed and highlight hers. Then, we buy more clothes. She gave me some extra pocket money. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sarcastic insensitive freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-175242988466499081?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/175242988466499081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=175242988466499081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/175242988466499081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/175242988466499081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-house.html' title='Moving House'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8143066835103297741</id><published>2007-07-11T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:11:51.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi and bye</title><content type='html'>Today was the farewell party for the J2s. I saw some new faces and the usual crappy friends. More pizzas. I really shouldn't have added the small packets of cheese. Smells like vomit. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we watched Final Destination. It was my first time watching it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Overdued. Yeah yeah. Whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychopathic plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerve racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'd checked my edusave account and I'm left with S$4.25. No more IDP programmes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;One more day to Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8143066835103297741?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8143066835103297741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8143066835103297741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8143066835103297741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8143066835103297741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-and-bye.html' title='Hi and bye'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1930240394280084425</id><published>2007-07-09T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:55:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscience</title><content type='html'>Chinese 'A' levels oral examination is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. What was different this year was that I saw a mouse running along the glass door and into the rubbish bin. Eeek! I swear that it is a darn mouse. What on earth is small sized, greyish black in colour, has a long tail and loves garbage? Moreover, I saw it running past thrice. First the cats, then the bats and now a mouse. It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not feed the cat so that it can chase the mouse. Something like a food chain? Seriously, all these weird happenings in the school is kinda of cool. Back to the point; the chinese oral. I'm much more relax after chatting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that my conversation skills and techniques did not improve at all. I crapped with the examiners. I just couldn't help myself but turned the whole thing into a joke. At least I said something which makes sense at the start which made feel a little better. Anyway, it was the last time I ever gonna sit for a chinese oral examination. I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, walking along the rows of trees, I saw funny people doing funny things. That is what happened when they don't take physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really guilty for skipping chemistry tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1930240394280084425?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1930240394280084425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1930240394280084425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1930240394280084425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1930240394280084425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/conscience.html' title='Conscience'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6989954472504234895</id><published>2007-07-08T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:51:28.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Earth</title><content type='html'>I found my Fila green shirt and I wore it for drum class. Everyone else in Singapore was wearing every colour other than green, only a handful did. My mum knows nothing about this Live Earth. She thinks it's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny. I got so irritated when people say they don't care and they live on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL GORE; Former U.S. Vice President Al Gore is the author of &lt;strong&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/strong&gt;, the best-selling book on the threat of and solutions to global warming and the subject of the movie of the same title, which has been nominated for two Academy Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drum lesson, the teacher taught us an easy method to do an open hi-hat and ride on and off bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6989954472504234895?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6989954472504234895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6989954472504234895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6989954472504234895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6989954472504234895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth.html' title='Live Earth'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3157862127430768568</id><published>2007-07-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:44:02.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pizza Hut</title><content type='html'>At home, I was sufing the net, trying to make sense of the Autbots game. (Transformer) Then, take part in some MTV contests hoping to win some Fantastic Four, Harry Potter, Fall Out Boy, Die Hard 4.0 or Transformer stuff. I'm so &lt;strong&gt;disappointed &lt;/strong&gt;for not being able to go to Christina Aguilera 'Back to Basics' Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun watching Smosh's exaggerating and lame videos on Youtube. 7.7.07, New York City. Finally, I went to meet Yixin and Zhiwei at Somerset. Kelvin gave all the part-timers a treat. I had 1 slice of chocolate birthday cake, 2 tiny drumsticks, 2 cups of Pepsi, 3 1/2 slices of pizza and a little ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I have a nice chat with Yixin on &lt;strong&gt;human psychology and mindset&lt;/strong&gt;. Particularly of Singaporeans and Americans. I personally think that we should always follow our heart, not our head when we are choosing our careers. It's all about job and life satisfaction which is &lt;strong&gt;far more meaningful and far reaching&lt;/strong&gt; than material comforts. I guess that's why, people came up with a song called "listen to your heart". Then we met Shijiao and Haoxiang at Jurong East. They returned from some chinese drama thingy. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, we celebrated Dad's birthday and I had some more chicken wings, french fries and satays. Oh gosh, this is too much for the day. Things are really &lt;strong&gt;getting out of hand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last siginificant event of the day; I got back my progress report. Surprisingly, I passed my GP and chinese! For the first time, I was &lt;strong&gt;grinning with satsfaction&lt;/strong&gt; with an E. I wouldn't have make it if my &lt;strong&gt;active partipation&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't 4.8 out of 5. My mum is going to nag at me for lousy grades anyway but it will make her less pissed. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't understand that nagging only &lt;strong&gt;irritate not motivate&lt;/strong&gt;. It is actually&lt;strong&gt; all on myself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please work hard for common test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go lin. Kaolin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3157862127430768568?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3157862127430768568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3157862127430768568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3157862127430768568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3157862127430768568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-pizza-hut.html' title='Oh Pizza Hut'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5835735479569073883</id><published>2007-07-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:46:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>I met up with Sheryl and Shimin to watch the Transformer. Sheryl's sister and her friend tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/megan_fox13.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="148" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/bumblebee2.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quality film. All the flying, running, shooting... The theatre was filled with laughter and exclamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went home and had to wait outside for 45 minutes because I forgot my keys. No one was at home. Fortunately, I managed to get in before Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban started and we feast. Happy Youth Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiction movie always rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5835735479569073883?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5835735479569073883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5835735479569073883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5835735479569073883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5835735479569073883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformer.html' title='Transformer'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8857723530458461150</id><published>2007-06-30T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:23:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli 'Crap' and 'Beard'</title><content type='html'>Finally, the ice breaks. I won't take it too hard either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with mum and sis at OG and we spent a lot and win ourselves a chance to take part in the grand lucky draw. Hopefully, we'll &lt;strong&gt;win something&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, we were suppose to meet bro but he didn't turn up and so we left without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 'Chilli Crab Festival' going on, in front of Ngee Ann City and opposite of Paragon. The food there were like ordinary but the combinations are like... Let me give some examples; &lt;em&gt;Roti prata and curry chicken, sweet and sour kang kong sphagetti and satay tortilla. &lt;/em&gt;There was of course ordinary food but we chose the extraordinary ones and drank &lt;strong&gt;Whatever &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Anything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uniquely Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to shop shop shop again and we reached home really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8857723530458461150?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8857723530458461150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8857723530458461150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8857723530458461150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8857723530458461150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/chilli-crap-and-beard.html' title='Chilli &apos;Crap&apos; and &apos;Beard&apos;'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8659155347265188051</id><published>2007-06-26T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:20:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>School reopened. Yesterday was the fruit bat incident in JJ. I really enjoyed the whole incident. I know I sound mean but it's funny and cruel at the same time. What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd switched to individual drumming which will commence in August which is suggested by my teacher. Hope everything turns out well. I'm gonna repeat again; my classmates are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Very motivated in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drumming rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8659155347265188051?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8659155347265188051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8659155347265188051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8659155347265188051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8659155347265188051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7666691189602570019</id><published>2007-06-24T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:37:18.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random</title><content type='html'>My computer is infected with Trojan and is running very slowly. I'd downloaded more programs like Ad-aware 2007, Active Virus Shield and Kelylogger Hunter but it seems like it can only temporarily remove it and the viruses will be back again. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday night, I'd got nothing to do because I didn't want to study my Organic Chemistry nor do my Maths, so I watched Channel 5 and oh my gosh, it's Ghost Whisperer Season 2 episode 1. I didn't know it was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the show and I always had to grasp the cushion halfway through the show, the climax. How exciting. Haha. Then, I will start thinking about life and death before I sleep and imagination will run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not exactly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Slammed.&lt;/s&gt; I forgot there isn't any door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.37pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished watching all Happy Slip videos. She's hilarious. Great sense of humour and talents. If you haven't, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/HappySlip" target="_blank"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great way to laugh out loud watching Happy Slip and Hossan Leong before the school reopens. About my computer, my bro solved it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marvellous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7666691189602570019?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7666691189602570019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7666691189602570019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7666691189602570019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7666691189602570019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-random.html' title='Very Random'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7243864672434653524</id><published>2007-06-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:09:37.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise of the Silver Surfer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to Yamaha. There's a guy playing some &lt;em&gt;Pirates&lt;/em&gt; tunes with the accoustic guitar and staff packing the shells into the boxes. Many people were scanning around for their favourite instruments. Took a look at the Gigmaker then I noticed that there wasn't suspension and decided to hold on for a little more for more options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I had to buy it later after the GST rise to 7%. I really had to wait until the school reopens to sort out my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point, I went to watch movie with Sheryl, her sister and Hui. Ben Grimm and Chris Evans are as funny as ever. I really enjoy the scene when the quarterback slash antagonist was zapped into black charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/riseofthesilversurfer_bigreleasepos.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction movies rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher was so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flame on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7243864672434653524?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7243864672434653524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7243864672434653524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7243864672434653524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7243864672434653524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/rise-of-silver-surfer.html' title='Rise of the Silver Surfer'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1613926223262302666</id><published>2007-06-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:20:19.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I'll be working till this saturday which means that I can make it for the gathering on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you can only score when you write melancholy, remorseful or immaculate. There's got to be more to it. Reflection isn't the only thing and humour certainly don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is certainly going to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese makes me so depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say *uck you. *UCK. *UCK. So damn&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by this *ucking customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for being so obscene. I'm just too annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1613926223262302666?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1613926223262302666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1613926223262302666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1613926223262302666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1613926223262302666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3112229920060657978</id><published>2007-06-12T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:49:23.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happen to skulker</title><content type='html'>Last night, not many people went for the barbecue. I just feel that something is missing but I don't know what is it. Met up with some old friends and it was pleasant to see them again. As usual, some were very &lt;strong&gt;sarcastic&lt;/strong&gt; but I didn't really mind. I know they are just crapping and playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired and kept yawning during today's geography lecture. I nearly fall asleep. Geography always make sense to me not like some&lt;strong&gt; chim&lt;/strong&gt; subjects that I can never grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find time to do my homework and project work is &lt;strong&gt;left hanging&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I need to quit my job really soon or I'll end up in a really bad state. I also wanna find time to watch Fantastic Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't there be more hours in a day? The stupid time table for next term is not out yet and I can't change my lesson schedule too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like buying a drumset but the bedroom is too small and I still had to inform the neighbours which is like so troublesome. Anyway, I'm too tired to think about everything. I really need a break and more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall quit my job. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3112229920060657978?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3112229920060657978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3112229920060657978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3112229920060657978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3112229920060657978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-happen-to-skulker.html' title='What happen to skulker'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1641204691965605853</id><published>2007-06-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:54:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Went down to school again. I simply feel like pouring acid down my throat to cease the tingling feeling. Kept coughing and no syrups worked. The soups didn't work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about the chinese creative writing until Kee Seng reminded me. I was like rushing through it and kept asking him how to write the chinese words. Finally, I completed it in less than half an hour and placed it in the pigeon hole. Dammit. Sure to fail that one as well but at least it's better than getting a zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final plan was to go down to Bizlink at Bedok. I must say I learnt a lot of things through the programme, information wise only. In terms of application, there is still more to go. I guess the socrastic method did work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that way but it was left on the backstove simmering, until it was brought up again. After that, I completed my reflection and collected my physics file. The teacher actually flipped through my thick notes and wrote comments. Most of them were "Incomplete" or "Checked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to work harder. I really want to but sometimes I just can't bring myself to do it. I seriously need some self-motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I waited so damn long for 198.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1641204691965605853?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1641204691965605853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1641204691965605853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1641204691965605853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1641204691965605853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2477518823331925490</id><published>2007-06-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:58:43.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programme</title><content type='html'>I attended a talk at &lt;strong&gt;Cordlife&lt;/strong&gt; as well as had a really short tour of the laboratory. I was really bored and exhausted. Anyway, I did learn a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should go for the second and third day. Having a really bad cough because of an irritated throat so mum boiled the &lt;strong&gt;apple and bittergourd soup&lt;/strong&gt; for me. Weird combination but it tasted quite okay. Then, I had to drink another bowl of &lt;strong&gt;peppermint leaves&lt;/strong&gt; soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been 3 and a 1/2 years already. It rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2477518823331925490?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2477518823331925490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2477518823331925490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2477518823331925490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2477518823331925490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/06/programme.html' title='Programme'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6648397095568914047</id><published>2007-05-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:26:11.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like dancing</title><content type='html'>I simply love the groovy music played at the department store. Trying to C walk there, can't imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd learned a lot from my workmates especially Andy. They are really nice and friendly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Great Singapore Sale is on, it is a weekday and hence not many people went shopping. Then, Gerald came and said he went around &lt;strong&gt;measuring people's backside&lt;/strong&gt;. (Of course those who allow him to do so) It was done out of boredom and then guys were playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to measure Nurul's, Ana's and mine too. Of course he didn't succeed. We are all on our guards. Ana called him a pervert, Nurul said he was childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going up by escalator, he called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You really don't want to measure your backside arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald: I helped Jean measure already. Hers is 37.&lt;br /&gt;Jean: I'm very proud of my figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that they seriously&lt;strong&gt; aren't normal&lt;/strong&gt; and definitely very lively. Work is &lt;strong&gt;really fun&lt;/strong&gt; with crazy people, with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I met Bing Bing at my workplace. She is still wearing the 70s Hush Puppies uniform and she told me that she was working there for one day only. Renovation was going on in OG Albert and I look forward to see the new Menswear section which I once work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that Eddy is going to the Ladies shoes and &lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; bombs for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6648397095568914047?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6648397095568914047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6648397095568914047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6648397095568914047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6648397095568914047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/feel-like-dancing.html' title='Feel like dancing'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6633886440540543303</id><published>2007-05-27T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:55:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Shimin, Eunice and Yixin for spending a bomb for my birthday present. I really like the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memorable Friday night. I noticed Venus in the sky that Mr Chew mentioned. I guess when you know something, you will keep imagining things like aliens, UFOs and dreams. So unbelievable but it's in my head for the whole day. Ermm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe, it's true. Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nifty late night movie is so cool. We watched until 1.30am in the morning. The movie is of course Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I've catch all the episodes of the movies like Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/piratey.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="277" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/pirates_poster.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more buses after the movie and we had to take taxi back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks a lot, rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6633886440540543303?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6633886440540543303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6633886440540543303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6633886440540543303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6633886440540543303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4960947194189316202</id><published>2007-05-24T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:56:37.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Jadi</title><content type='html'>It's a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received three special messages very early in the morning. From Sheryl, John and Kee Seng. It's my birthday. Then, I received more birthday messages from Liu Chin, Shi Jiao, Hao Xiang, Sylvia, Xiao Ting and Debbie. Thanks to Kai Shi for wishing me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'd been really depressed over the past few weeks though I tried really hard to be cheerful and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 07S24 sent me a birthday card and Hershey chocolate. I really like the card. Most if it was about smiling and staying happy. It is always heart warming to receive cards with sincere messages. Did I mention that my class is a fantastic one? From an apathetic school life, they made me smile by doing crappy stuff. They are really amusing people who brighten up my day from the very first day and change my perspective of schoolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the birthday song too, though I always feel funny and kinda of shy when people are really really nice to me. Xin Yi and Jesslyn very lame &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks to Yang Ce and Yong En too. My Y.E.S company and manager is buying me a really nice school bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love 07S24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After school, I met up with buddies in secondary school to collect my certificate as well as to have a chat with Mr Tan. He was really nice to day. He treated us Mcfluffy, french fries and ice milo. Yummy. Oh ya, Yi Fang slip into the pond. Only one leg went in and she had some mud stained on her shirt and skirt. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. You know I'm kidding. I didn't mean it. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I completed my Inline skating and got a certificate for basic inline skating. I can skate! At least I know how to do an A frame &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A big thank you to everyone that made my day. Apart from the hectic school life of taking eight tests this week and failing my GP and chinese composition, everything went smoothly. Thanks to sis for buying me a shirt though I'm really mean sometimes. &lt;em&gt;Almost everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Math test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm busy but I still blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Life has a meaning afterall.&lt;br /&gt;From other angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4960947194189316202?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4960947194189316202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4960947194189316202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4960947194189316202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4960947194189316202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/selamat-hari-jadi.html' title='Selamat Hari Jadi'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4899729962962863269</id><published>2007-05-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:43:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Puff Emo Day</title><content type='html'>"I know I 'd made a lot of mistakes but I don't regret making any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because if I hadn't made them, I wouldn't know how to make things right." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(13, 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to study but I still go to college. I didn't like sciences but I chose the science stream. I don't like to speak but I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a meaning in life, I think I haven't found one. I do things for the sake of doing it, everything is just a burden. It's a question that kept me thinking but I do not know the solution to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire those who didn't undergo education but something else. Like street dancing, magic and so on. They were bold enough to take such a huge risk which will perhaps end them up in nowhere. Their infinite love and passion for what they really want and the hard work they put in to make things right really inspired me. On the other hand, it made me feel so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You should not go into music unless it is a compulsion. In the end, all you really have as a center is music itself. Make sure that you have to be with it everyday. If that's true, then you should become a musician." - Michael Tilson Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think it applies for everything else. If you dread it, you hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put in effort to change. Maybe I shouldn't. I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't understand. Why do people ask things that they know the person never tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone have their own darkest secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4899729962962863269?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4899729962962863269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4899729962962863269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4899729962962863269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4899729962962863269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/curry-puff-emo-day.html' title='Curry Puff Emo Day'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7159188325254999121</id><published>2007-05-20T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:10:27.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbo</title><content type='html'>About Survivor Fiji, I'm so glad that &lt;strong&gt;Earl &lt;/strong&gt;won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's drum lesson was just playing a simple piece by Raymond O'Sullivan. The score is simply a dead one and makes you &lt;strong&gt;fall asleep&lt;/strong&gt; halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the teacher showed us how to improvise it by adding in the open hi-hat and different fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I ran into Jia Hui. I thought some concrete fall on my shoulder but it was actually her pressing on it. My walking style must be so unique that she can identify me from the back. She's meeting the people to celebrate Sylvia's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised that I will have no time to blog in the coming week so, I wish an early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;strong&gt;SYLVIA TAN YANQI &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; TAN XIAOTING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel like playing harmonica. Feel like singing. Dial 4 please.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7159188325254999121?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7159188325254999121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7159188325254999121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/garbo.html' title='Garbo'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6179358856600721600</id><published>2007-05-12T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:22:32.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photog Camp</title><content type='html'>I failed my chinese oral but I passed my physics lecture test. Anyway, I went for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took lots of picture around and in the Esplanade. Most of it are just casual shots. Then, we went back to the school and watched a Thai horror film, Shutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/200px-Shutterposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's related to photography but that was not the point. It was more on the female ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the CSI game to find murderer of "Rachel" by taking photographs of the evidences. The hanging of body, fingerprints and the atmosphere... It was actually somewhat similar to my Project Work's idea. It is not unique anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, we had our breakfast, photograph reviews and interviews for the positions and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jokers not only joke. They make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6179358856600721600?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6179358856600721600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6179358856600721600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6179358856600721600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6179358856600721600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/photog-camp.html' title='Photog Camp'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4250199208163435677</id><published>2007-05-06T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:08:53.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman III</title><content type='html'>I'm back for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Aunt, Uncle, cousins, bro and I went to catch the free movie, Spiderman III. My bro and I waited for so long and they finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bugis cineplex, we got the goodies bag (just a small Crispy chocolate, one packet of Oreo and a small bottle of mineral water) and buy some popcorns and drinks in the cinema. Then we went in the theatre. It was complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="297" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/spiderman3_finalrposterbig.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="204" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/tobey.png" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked me if I were to be one of the characters in Spiderman, what will I be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she wanna be the Sandman, do wrong things but was forgiven. I wanna be Spiderman, do wrong things, was forgiven plus you forgive people. Erh... Anyway, I really like the gothic look of Peter Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies, we went to the Seven storey to have our dinner. I was thinking that, if I have the time, I can spend all day watching the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice day. On the way back, my cousin, bro and I talked from formulae of physics to maths and so on... It reminds me that I failed all my lecture tests. Kinda of exaggerating but it was only two of them. It was enough to make me feel bad for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More assignments and tutorials to do. Chemistry, Math, Geography and Physics tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, my Physics 'A' levels SPA is on the coming Friday. &lt;em&gt;"Relax, take it easy. Nothing to worry. Breathe in Breathe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4250199208163435677?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4250199208163435677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4250199208163435677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4250199208163435677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4250199208163435677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-iii.html' title='Spiderman III'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8096335972744656224</id><published>2007-04-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:58:21.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review</title><content type='html'>I just had some of the 1 kg of chocolate my brother brought home. &lt;strong&gt;So chocolatey man!&lt;/strong&gt; I had to use physics Pressure= Force/Area to break it up nicely. &lt;strong&gt;How scientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today was the &lt;strong&gt;deadline &lt;/strong&gt;for the submission of Project Work. A few hours before twelve, my CT was talking about how to write a good PI... I'm like what!!! Don't tell me anything, it will make my PI &lt;strong&gt;looks bad&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever. It's over and the GPP begins. I still remember what happened last week. The class was dicussing whether we can put a picture in our PI and the teacher said no, because&lt;strong&gt; a picture speaks a thousand words&lt;/strong&gt; and it will be &lt;strong&gt;way over the word limit&lt;/strong&gt;. How funny. In the end, we were allowed to put a tiny little picture but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing Flickr just now and I saw Bob Lee the Jiuhukia. He was a photojournalist and he came to give a talk on photography yesterday. For the first time, I felt that a photographer can really be &lt;strong&gt;super rich&lt;/strong&gt;. A contest's top prizes can be like 1000 bucks to like 15 000 bucks. Tsk tsk. More about the man, he can really take nice pictures and he is funny. He said things which turned out to be jokes but his opinions and ideas are really useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is still aching now after the&lt;strong&gt; hellish&lt;/strong&gt; PC plus the inline skating. I hurt my tailbone. (I must remember to lower my CG before I brake.) Well, at least I learnt how to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm half dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that there is PC tomorrow. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slaughter me please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8096335972744656224?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8096335972744656224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8096335972744656224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8096335972744656224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8096335972744656224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/04/review.html' title='Review'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5260519836141152954</id><published>2007-04-15T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:41:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Moon</title><content type='html'>I played with Mr. Toms today. Two words - Satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood why the stroking are like that. It is because it is just like that. Things go smoothly that way. I was jumping out of class. Too happy that I'd learn something new, more in depth. The pace was just right for the majority. Feel like catching some movie but I can't. When will Matt give me my March pay? Argh. I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How much you put in determines how much you will get in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5260519836141152954?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5260519836141152954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5260519836141152954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5260519836141152954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5260519836141152954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-moon.html' title='Over the Moon'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8152992500068011093</id><published>2007-04-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:26:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My school record, "Yoga is hip"</title><content type='html'>Finally, other school week &lt;strong&gt;ended&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm feeling so happy that I'd finally completed my PI and submitted to my teacher. I wonder if there will be another roof top consultation. Hmm... Quite a few things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my &lt;strong&gt;first ever Yoga session today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was laughing through the entire session. It was so much fun. I simply just &lt;strong&gt;can't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why some people choose not to go for it when it's all about relaxation of the mind, body and soul. It is &lt;strong&gt;compulsory&lt;/strong&gt; for J1s anyway. I enjoy it more than the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; physical conditioning. I ran 2.8km this week. Isn't it more obvious that yoga is &lt;strong&gt;much more&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyable? It's not stupid doing some weird positions, everyone is doing it anyway. The yoga class brought me through the math lecture which I had never survived. I managed not to &lt;strong&gt;doze off&lt;/strong&gt; and so does my classmates. How amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking forward to Inline Skating on 24th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8152992500068011093?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8152992500068011093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8152992500068011093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8152992500068011093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8152992500068011093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-school-record-yoga-is-hip.html' title='My school record, &quot;Yoga is hip&quot;'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5471292335495158800</id><published>2007-04-08T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:30:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Today's drum lesson was so fun. The teacher encouraged us to smash the cymbals and whack the snare drum. My eardrum was ringing when I got outside of the studio. How nice. Then, I went to have some fast food and catch a movie. I decided to watch Freedom Writers because I just happened to see Will.i.am and Common hosting a Freedom Writers show on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="289" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/FWfinal.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="212" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/55180.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice and touching movie. Teachers and students are practically shouting at each other at first about respect and everything else. I think if a student ever do that in Singapore schools, he or she will be send for counselling. Perhaps it explained why foreign students are more expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To think, how many teachers in the world would put so much effort into teaching and understanding the students? To even give them new books and free rides? How rich? Anyway, it's nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5471292335495158800?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5471292335495158800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5471292335495158800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5471292335495158800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5471292335495158800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5099815975572290407</id><published>2007-04-06T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:13:09.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving legs</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;strong&gt;Good Friday&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to the temple to pray, together with my family members. I had been feeling so sick since sunday. The reason was for running in the rain without umbrella and then in air-con condition after that. My fever ran high to 39 degrees and I had a 2 day MC. I was afraid of missing out too much in school, so I was only on 1 day MC. To tell the truth, I haven't recover from it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my drum lesson, my teacher &lt;strong&gt;mispronounced&lt;/strong&gt; my name. The class has 10 students, in which five were male, the other 5 were female, including me. That means we are proportional. Yay. Wait a minute, the teacher was a male. Let's just leave him &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; of of the picture. I was surprised to actually see some girls &lt;strong&gt;wearing skirts&lt;/strong&gt; to drumming lessons. How weird? I wouldn't have done that. There was an uncle in the class who was so &lt;strong&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/strong&gt; and kept posting questions for the teacher. Then, there was a very young boy in the class and I doubt that he was at least of age 14. (minimum age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally no idea for my PI because tasks set allows very little ideas to flow in. The deadline is drawing close. I don't think I can survive. Dammit. I'd thought of a theme for my photography project after seeing the beautiful skyline from my kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My classmates are jokers. Out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5099815975572290407?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5099815975572290407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5099815975572290407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5099815975572290407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5099815975572290407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-legs.html' title='Moving legs'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3731150800152973093</id><published>2007-03-31T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:16:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convivial</title><content type='html'>Today was the official gathering of Y.E.S and manager. I lost my way again and had to walk a long long way back to Queensway. Dammit. I'm always the &lt;strong&gt;noob&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;suay&lt;/em&gt; and the&lt;strong&gt; drained&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally, I collected the 9 1/2 Gold Star Trophy for Eunice, the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met up with Yi Xin and had Long John Silver combo in &lt;strong&gt;Fuji Ice Palace.&lt;/strong&gt; Coincidentally, there was a &lt;strong&gt;championship&lt;/strong&gt; going on in there, by the Singapore Ice Skating Association. I was so impressed by the all the spinnings done by the kids. It reminded me that Inline Skating is commencing really soon. (It sort of like linked up) Shimin arrived later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was there, we went for k boxing. At first, it was really boring and kinda of awkward as I don't know how to sing chinese songs. Then, I decided to be a little more &lt;strong&gt;enthusiastic,&lt;/strong&gt; so I tried to sing the songs. The rest also helped me choose english songs. Haha. Overall, it was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00548.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00575.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin-chan's idols plus "sub" me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00546.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00570.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00555.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00562.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribal dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00557.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily assassinated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Yes.png" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just Y.E.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: If you are wondering why Yi Xin was not in most of the photos, it's because she was the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3731150800152973093?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3731150800152973093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3731150800152973093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3731150800152973093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3731150800152973093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/convivial.html' title='Convivial'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2464355604603140461</id><published>2007-03-24T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:05:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax!?</title><content type='html'>I met up with Shimin to collect her spectacles today. One was of &lt;strong&gt;orange and black&lt;/strong&gt; frame, the other was &lt;strong&gt;red and black&lt;/strong&gt;. We then went down to Plaza Singapura to &lt;strong&gt;buy&lt;/strong&gt; my drumsticks and drum textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;took our time&lt;/strong&gt; looking around the shop, from guitars to keyboards and so on. I bought a 5A hickory stick but the textbook went &lt;strong&gt;out of stocks&lt;/strong&gt;. Afterwards, we went to KFC to have our lunch and headed down to meet Yi Fang, Debbie and Xiao Ting. The five of us had gone out together &lt;strong&gt;many times&lt;/strong&gt;. On our way there, Shimin and I bumped into an indian man who asked us to donate for &lt;strong&gt;"Trust Leaf"&lt;/strong&gt; and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt; together at Bugis Street and in OG Albert. I went to see Serene and Ya Ying. Ah Yan was having a headache and went home early while Bing Bing was having her dinner. I chatted with them and the is a new brand of underwear, Raw. The name is so lame. Then, the Docker's friend called me. She is nineteeen by the way and always call me &lt;strong&gt;"Ah mei".&lt;/strong&gt; I guess it's because I'm younger and she don't know my name. I don't know hers either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really suprised that they recognised me in my &lt;strong&gt;nerdy&lt;/strong&gt; spectacles. I'm really glad to see them again. Serene reminded me to come down again with Rosalind and I agreeded. I don't want to &lt;strong&gt;break her heart&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to buy more shoes and I had my &lt;strong&gt;favourite &lt;/strong&gt;japanese food, &lt;strong&gt;Takoyaki&lt;/strong&gt;. I love the batter, mayonnaise and katsuobushi. Actually, I just love everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2464355604603140461?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2464355604603140461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2464355604603140461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2464355604603140461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2464355604603140461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/relax.html' title='Relax!?'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4027751498962736098</id><published>2007-03-23T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:02:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth day in school</title><content type='html'>Things take a turn for the better in junior college and I'm &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to get into photographic society. I haven't decided what to take for IDP. I &lt;strong&gt;started&lt;/strong&gt; to stick with Yifang's classmates and two of them really looked the same to me. I had found a way to &lt;strong&gt;distinguish&lt;/strong&gt; them and I shall &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; disclose my technique. Whatever. (I don't think people would even want to find this out) Lectures went fast and I really find maths very difficult. I mean I do understand the content but I spent so long doing the tutorial worksheet. &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my OG 8 mates in bus 198. They are really really friendly though I did not really know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Counting down to 8 days to YDC. My wound started to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4027751498962736098?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4027751498962736098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4027751498962736098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4027751498962736098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4027751498962736098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/fifth-day-in-school.html' title='Fifth day in school'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2942715479866095025</id><published>2007-03-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:40:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in school</title><content type='html'>Mum woke me up this morning and made me chicken bread. Yummy! I stuffed everything into my mouth when the bus was approaching. My mouth is so full that I had difficulty chewing it and everyone was like staring at me. I then quickly find a seat and settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in 07S24 and I made friends already. &lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt; of them. I forgotten most of their names already. In fact, I only remembered one. Hehe. I'm really suffering from STM but it is okay as I have many more months to know them. I can't believe that it went so much smoothly then in camp. Lectures are okay and I found out that a friend (Team JJ leader) I talk to on admin day was a&lt;strong&gt; teacher&lt;/strong&gt;. I was so suprised when she step up and started introducing herself. A teacher in disguise, how weird. I wonder if there &lt;strong&gt;a need&lt;/strong&gt; to do all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought many things in the knowledge box. Yifang is so funny when she was looking at the saamples of the shirts. It is serious too long for her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;"Stomp the Yard"&lt;/strong&gt; with Yi Xin and Wei Long. I met my OG friends so many times on the way day. The theatre was filled with so many JJcians. The movie was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/stomptheyard_posterbig.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="187" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/stomp1.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Long started crapping with me so I crap with him too. Hmm, I didn't see him for many months and his tie is really retro. He gave me 3 bucks because he had no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin and I took some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00379.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00392.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00389.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted a lot with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I renewed my ez link card. Instead of "beep" it became "beep beep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the sound. I'm a student again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2942715479866095025?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2942715479866095025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2942715479866095025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2942715479866095025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2942715479866095025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-in-school.html' title='First day in school'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5783913529968986113</id><published>2007-03-17T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:47:30.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's been so &lt;strong&gt;relaxing&lt;/strong&gt; for the past few days. About yesterday morning, 5 of us went to the east coast park. As usual, I was late. I always got held up with things which made me an unpunctual person. It was a long way there and we chatted about being in junior colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy biking at full speed. I must apologise to Yi Fang for scaring the hell out of her. (She said that herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so sorry. Don't held it against me for I'm guilty enough.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who want to know more details, don't approach me. Ask the victim herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We took hell lots of pictures and I shall post some.&lt;/span&gt; (In chronological series.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Foursome.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Nice.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/K.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="317" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image066.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image072.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous technique of squeezing 5 heads in the photo using short focal length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image071.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The converse tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image073.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image074.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Fang and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image078.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite picture in Macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image084.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the soles of Xiao Ting's shoe peeled off and she bought a pair of slippers. Debbie bought one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image089.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image087.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image085.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image088.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Fang's footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image090.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the underpass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="238" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/Image091.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture while we were walking up and out of the underpass. I like it a lot. Doesn't it look like a bunch of people walking into light for reincarnation? I name this photo "Stairway to heaven." Wahaha. (No offence to the models in the the picture. You are still alive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we accompanied Yi Fang to Wheelock to collect her nokia phone. That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5783913529968986113?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5783913529968986113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5783913529968986113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5783913529968986113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5783913529968986113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-holidays_1418.html' title='March Holidays'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7653483772968201907</id><published>2007-03-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:19:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanny Tanned Day</title><content type='html'>Arh!! I just looked in the mirror and found myself &lt;strong&gt;much more tanned&lt;/strong&gt; than I was in the orientation camp! I love to get tanned because it makes me feel healthy but I hate being &lt;strong&gt;tanned unevenly&lt;/strong&gt;. It is so obvious please. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa all by myself. I totally hate 51. My butt hurts so much as the ride was like so long. I was getting panicky then I saw this cute guy in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I then tapped on his shoulders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Excuse me, do you know if this bus goes to Harbourfront?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(In chinese)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: I'm sorry, I don'tttt... unnnderstand chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'm sorry. Do you know if this bus goes to Harbourfront?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(In english)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Ya...ya&lt;br /&gt;Me: How long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Gesture to me his two fingers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oh, two minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Nod his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two minutes, I found myself in Geylang. WTF. I'm so angry with that guy but he was gone already. Moral of the story: Do not judge a book by its cover. The content is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed when I alighted the bus as the bus driver was like&lt;strong&gt; " You go there! There! Take bus 80 to go harbourfront!" &lt;/strong&gt;I know he was being helpful but it was like so damn embarrassing when all the people at the bus stop stare at you like you are some kind of kampong kia. Wa lao! Typical Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally reached the Siloso beach thanks to Lin Sing's super clear instructions. We had soccer games and went cycling later on. I love the turtles as they are really cute. I want one in my fish tank! Then, we played the concentration game. The forfeits are &lt;strong&gt;so nasty&lt;/strong&gt; but it was&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Then, we went for a bath and head down to Marina Bay to have steamboat. The food is not exactly nice but as I didn't have my breakfast, lunch and dinner, so-so food tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then visited the arcade and I lost to Sylvia twice in the car racing game. Arhh! I haven't improve a bit in the past four years. Then, the tag car game. Yeong Sheng lost three times in a row though he was trying to avoid his fate. Finally, we said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really organise person though it does not reflect in my attire and my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;I follow my heart rather than my head.&lt;br /&gt;I always have something different to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm impulsive and tend to regret my actions later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;I am always having embarrassing moments that I'm so used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god. That makes me a total freak. (Dancing and posing while listening to Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend) So addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are really really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7653483772968201907?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7653483772968201907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7653483772968201907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7653483772968201907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7653483772968201907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/tanny-tanned-day.html' title='Tanny Tanned Day'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3004581077159791557</id><published>2007-03-13T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:20:32.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>I went down to &lt;strong&gt;Yuhua&lt;/strong&gt; today. Bought some menthol strepsils as my throat is still sore and dry. It's really weird as I really didn't cheer much at the camp. I kept coughing till I suck one lozenge with my tongue. &lt;em&gt;Ahhh!!&lt;/em&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was welcomed by the weird version of&lt;strong&gt; Canon in D&lt;/strong&gt; by the graduates. Then, we went to 496 to have our lunch. Back in the harmonica room, I played the drum while Sylvia played the piano. I was feeling damn bored there but the cheers and the multi players &lt;strong&gt;Scissors, Paper Stone&lt;/strong&gt; game are kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Xiao Ting accompanied me to make my new pair of spectacles. It costs me &lt;strong&gt;99&lt;/strong&gt; bucks. I really hate spending money because it's really hard to earn. (I sound like some Ah ma but I don't care.) I just collected my pay &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; for february and bought ear piece at 14 bucks. It is damn heavy and I didn't really like it. I &lt;strong&gt;only like&lt;/strong&gt; the design. Anyway, I chose one that has a &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;frame&lt;/strong&gt; which is not too thick nor thin. It's actually half a frame as the bottom half is frameless. It took like 2 and 1/2 hours to be ready while I watched Hana Kimi at Xiao Ting's house. Xiao Ting had a blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Totally look forward to April fool's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3004581077159791557?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3004581077159791557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3004581077159791557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3004581077159791557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3004581077159791557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1326894503340354391</id><published>2007-03-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:16:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG 8</title><content type='html'>Things are like so fast and I had finished my 3 days 2 night camp! Honestly, it was boring at beginning. No one cheer, no one talk and no one gives a damn. Then, the ice breaking session helped a little. I love mass dance and water games. I really thought that all OGLs are J2s till I saw Shijie. She was one of the leaders of OG 8. The singing session was fun too. I went to the command centre at night as I was feeling damn dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was worked up by the barbaric OGLs cheering at the top of their lungs. Morning exercises totally sucks. I hurt my knees. Then more wet games. Someone bombed at my left eye and I see more floaters. I cursed the person to end up in my conditions. Back to the point, it was the&lt;strong&gt; dirtiest and wettest&lt;/strong&gt; games I had even played. First, it just&lt;strong&gt; water&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, the &lt;strong&gt;flour pool&lt;/strong&gt;. I was damn reluctant to go down there but after the OGLs screamed, I walked in. I smelt of flour and someone commented that it was milk bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, soapy water and lastly &lt;strong&gt;Herbal Essence Shampoo&lt;/strong&gt; water. I was itching by the end of the day. The station masters poured lots of shampoo on my head so I washed my hair with the hose. We also had to roll over rotten and smelly fruits but I managed to escape from it. After that, bathing time got the girls together chatting. I was &lt;strong&gt;sunburnt&lt;/strong&gt; after getting so high at the games and I also had a sore throat. &lt;em&gt;Then, when I was picking up the litter with Alicia and Karmila, a lizard ran across, which was right in front of me. Wow. I think it changed colour&lt;/em&gt;. After bathing, I changed into my family colour shirt. JJ night was so cool, sort of like clubbing. The dances are great and so are the songs! I danced with Xiao Ting. I also realised that one of the OGL, who speaks weirdly, is from Vietnam. She's nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jokes at camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. At water games, someone shot a high angle mud bomb towards the crowd of people standing in the field, while listening carefully to the station masters. It landed on somebody's shoulder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone: Was that a packet of Kopi? I thought it was a bird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. One of our OGLs is called Ruth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth: Without me, you all will be ruthless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are many many more jokes but I'm too tired to share. I met old friends like Taahira, Karmila and Shijie. Results are out and I was in class 24 with Taahira. I also bought my school uniform today. There was lots of lessons learned through the camp and I realised how emo people can get. No pizzas. I &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;JJC for some reasons and &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it too. It's a rather complex feeling which no one will understand. Hope everything gets better and I think I should go for Public Speaking or Inline Skating or Malay Language class. I don't know why but I chose Geography in the end. I was tempted to choose English Literature but after much consideration, I changed my mind. All thanks to Sherlock, I'm stuck with Geography for another two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I need no one. It's nice being a loner sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1326894503340354391?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1326894503340354391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1326894503340354391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1326894503340354391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1326894503340354391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/og-8.html' title='OG 8'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8234541354744807970</id><published>2007-03-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:31:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/jjc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="213" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00160.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8234541354744807970?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8234541354744807970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8234541354744807970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8234541354744807970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8234541354744807970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/future-schools.html' title='Future Schools'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1736834727358102483</id><published>2007-03-05T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:18:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>I'd watched Ethan Ong drumming this morning. His legs were barely able to reach the pedals the last time I saw him on tv. He'd grown so much and his drumming is like &lt;strong&gt;"wow"&lt;/strong&gt; now. I felt that Davy Tan was still very far from him. Drumming lessons does help. Hmmm... Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pr46-X7CptI" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eh0L9Rgn4kw" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Youtube. Another boy, Igor, is really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had a quarrel with mum as she was being so insensitive. I went to Plaza Singapura, Dhoby Ghaut and registered for YDC. Never felt any better. After that, I rushed down to Lot 1 with YF, Deb, SM to watch Hannibal Rising. (NC16) It was by far the &lt;strong&gt;bloodest movie&lt;/strong&gt; that I'd ever watched. I felt &lt;strong&gt;cold, stiff and nausea&lt;/strong&gt; after watching it. A foolish man who abandoned love for revenge. I think that the book will be of less impact to me as the moving picture was really too bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/hannibal2.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="178" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/gaspard_ulliel1.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/hannibalrising_teaserposterbig.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I see meat, I felt &lt;strong&gt;disgusted&lt;/strong&gt; but I still eat them. Whatever. Anyway, we went to Ajisen to have our dinner. Spent like 70 bucks in total. I spend about 240 bucks today. Gosh. YF did something silly. It seems like I'm on bad terms with my family. It reminds that the "God of Fortune" said I should correct my temper and attitude towards people. I think I should. I'm &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; feeling guilty though &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half done with &lt;em&gt;a study in a scarlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm proud of myself for being decisive though people seems unsupportive. "The sun will always shine. Don't let anyone bring you down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1736834727358102483?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1736834727358102483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1736834727358102483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1736834727358102483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1736834727358102483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-2821299312948221375</id><published>2007-03-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:08:11.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yixin</title><content type='html'>***Rule of the game: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own 10 weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate being touched by strangers even if it was a slight brush against my shoulder. I'll get extremely pissed off. I suspected myself having Asperger's syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love staring at my floaters and the record was staring it for two whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I must create a fiction story in my brain before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have weird fictional dreams and I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Books are important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate leading a life without directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am a soundaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes I feel like killing people but I never had the courage to do that. I mean, thinking twice does help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to joke a lot, which means that I might be joking throughout this tagging game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people to be tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Y&lt;br /&gt;2. U&lt;br /&gt;3. L&lt;br /&gt;4. I&lt;br /&gt;5. N&lt;br /&gt;6. Yulin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-2821299312948221375?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/2821299312948221375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=2821299312948221375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2821299312948221375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/2821299312948221375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-by-yixin.html' title='Tagged by Yixin'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5545577534307246765</id><published>2007-03-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:05:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIS Building</title><content type='html'>It was drizzling and I hate being wet as I fall sick easily. I called Matt to find out the actual location but I still couldn't figure out where it was. I decided to ask a women walking by. She said "Huh?" and continued walking on with a &lt;strong&gt;snobbish face&lt;/strong&gt;. A total &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt;. She could at least say "I don't know". I said "&lt;strong&gt;fuck you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;" and moved on. The second person I approached is an old lady, with her husband. She pointed to the left but said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked and then asked the lady in the 7-11 shop across the street. Another lady who was having a conversation with her gave me an umbrella for &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;. How nice of her. I really appreciated that. She even gave me clear direction to the SIS building. Finally, I reached Vizon, totally drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what I'm supposed to do. I met a man name Ah Hock and he pointed to a room. He told me to stay in there. I walked in and the room was rather dim. It was spacious but occupied with lots and lots of cartons stacked up, almost &lt;strong&gt;reaching the ceiling&lt;/strong&gt;. I sat on a stool which is obviously a smaller version of a crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stereo which is tuned to the 933 fm. I tapped my feet, while waiting for him. He helped me to cut cartons and took out the briefs. 2000 of them. Someone then stood at the door and shouted "Oi! Hello!" I only see a silhoutte of a man who looks like an &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt; to me. I didn't reply as I thought he was looking for Ah Hock. He moved towards me and I realised that it was my delivery man at Albert. &lt;em&gt;Chey&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, I was rather surprised to see. He asked me why I was here and stuff, whether I wanted to work there &lt;strong&gt;permanently.&lt;/strong&gt; It was meant to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are really funny guys. Ah Hock told me that the delivery man got a great voice. Then, the delivery man sang. Yup, he sounds like &lt;strong&gt;Bird Thongchai&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, we laugh and laugh. Ah Hock said he stopped schooling at primary 3 and he said the delivery man at primary six but the delivery man said that he was from Raffles Instituition. Yeah right. It reminds me of "The Arena" though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came and reduced the number to &lt;strong&gt;1000,&lt;/strong&gt; which was still a lot. David talked to me too. Went home at 4:28 pm. I can't find the umbrella so I quickly ran back to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Kimi is funny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5545577534307246765?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5545577534307246765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5545577534307246765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5545577534307246765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5545577534307246765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/03/sis-building.html' title='SIS Building'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-628982232401696032</id><published>2007-02-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:11:42.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Special</title><content type='html'>I watched the Oscar some days ago... I forgot which day it was. I must say that I totally love the &lt;strong&gt;sound effect choir&lt;/strong&gt;. It's even &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; than beatboxing. As usual, there are touching speeches and artistic visual effects (The white screen). That's so Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9jf8Ejc8KM" width="315" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeches from Forest Whitaker, Jennifer Hudson are so touching. For me, most touching and memorable speech made in the entire Oscar is from &lt;strong&gt;Ennio Morricone&lt;/strong&gt;. He produces wonderful music and every note brings emotions to the heart. See, how emo I can be. He is really an inspirational man to me. Bravo. He deserves to have the Honorary Academy Award. I also like the moment whereby the screen flashes all the pictures actors and actresses who had passed away. "Memories of them though they are gone." It totally brought out the mood and atmosphere and you can see people crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs from Dreamgirls. However, I felt that Beyonce was a little too&lt;strong&gt; dramatic&lt;/strong&gt; when she sang "Listen". I think she was too into the song and lost herself. Was it because of Jay Z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I feel that it was so damn hard to win the Oscar and being in the nomination list is &lt;strong&gt;good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Talking about wasting life, I realise how foolish people can get. Temptations &lt;strong&gt;ruin&lt;/strong&gt; everything. I felt that I'm wasting my life too. Doing things that what people want me to. I'm going to break away. Really really soon. Till that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Matthew extended my work to 11th of March. To think I actually agreeded. (For the sake of money) I have to go down to &lt;strong&gt;SIS building, Vizon&lt;/strong&gt; to do the price tags tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-628982232401696032?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/628982232401696032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=628982232401696032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/628982232401696032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/628982232401696032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-special.html' title='Something Special'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-8624526098765688178</id><published>2007-02-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:15:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun</title><content type='html'>I'd switched to selling shoes. Men shoes. Serene asked me to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why is it that men shoes are more expensive than women ones. She said men have bigger foot so require more leather in the making of it and therefore cost more. Quite logical but it sounded like a joke. Hmmm... The most expensive shoe sold there should be Masai Barefoot Technology. &lt;strong&gt;(MBT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed &lt;strong&gt;Chingay, Parade of Dreams 2007!&lt;/strong&gt; Arh! Dammit. Fadiah went though, after work. She told me that she went skiing in New Zealand. Totally awesome! Anyway, I talked more to Docker's and she said she's thirty years old. Damn... She looks like twenty four to me. She even have two kids, a girl (3) and a boy.(1) Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a feast back home. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd just watched Neil Armstrong on moon in &lt;strong&gt;Apollo-11&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to be on moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-8624526098765688178?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/8624526098765688178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=8624526098765688178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8624526098765688178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/8624526098765688178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-fun.html' title='More fun'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4979967168529960222</id><published>2007-02-22T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:33:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GW 8688J</title><content type='html'>That was the van's plate number. The van that carried the dead man's body, in a &lt;strong&gt;casket&lt;/strong&gt;. The dead man was uncle, in other words, my father's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was totally different. It was a christian ceremony, whereby they talk all about Jesus Christ, heaven, flowers, grass and then amen. It's kinda of like something new to me. I used to go to chinese funerals where there are a lot of chantings, joss sticks and procedures. The christian way was really simple and fast. I remembered that I'd watched a music video, Helena by &lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;. It's about the same where their loved ones place their hands on the back of van. Tears and more tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the Mandai Crematorium &amp; Columbarium and into &lt;strong&gt;Service Hall 2&lt;/strong&gt;. As we went up the escalator, my Uncle commented (my sis told me that) that it's as if we are using the &lt;strong&gt;staircase to heaven&lt;/strong&gt;, like the ones in Tom &amp;amp; Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room have really high ceiling, wooden floor and walls. Rows and rows of seats and some mics. We sang 3 songs with two guitarists and then more words from the vicar and a translator which is redundant. (The vicar spoke in english). I had&lt;strong&gt; goosebumps&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, each of us supposed to place a white chrysanthemum on the body. I was so close to my Uncle and he looks like a &lt;strong&gt;wax&lt;/strong&gt; man to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Viewing Hall 2. Then, &lt;strong&gt;someone farted&lt;/strong&gt;. My bro and I was looking at each other and giggled silently. I really want to burst out laughing but I can't. It wasn't the right time and containing the laughter inside of me is a really &lt;strong&gt;painful&lt;/strong&gt; experience. I bear with it all the way and started laughing in one of the cubicle in the toilet. Damn. I hate that feeling. I share it with my sis but she said she didn't hear anything but my Uncle did. What an &lt;strong&gt;ironic&lt;/strong&gt; chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father dropped me off at the Jurong Regional Library and I borrowed some books by Sir Conan Doyle (it was recommend by Christopher Francis Boone written by Mark Haddon) and some UFOs books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, a new malay girl came two days ago to substitute Rosalind while she was in Thailand enjoying. So many people asked me that. "Where's your friend?", "Why you didn't go?" The Docker's one was really funny yesterday. Started to talk with the malay girl. I forgot her name. I think is Fadiah. Anyway, she and her friend are both funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for today. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4979967168529960222?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4979967168529960222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4979967168529960222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4979967168529960222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4979967168529960222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/gw-8688j.html' title='GW 8688J'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-4723565317330442605</id><published>2007-02-19T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:28:17.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Day 2</title><content type='html'>More food, hongbaos and words today. Due to stupidity, I missed Survivor (Cooks Island) and it took me a couple of weeks to know why. Anyway, I caught it on Youtube. The finale plus the reunion. Damn nice and I was right that Yul wins. They were really good with words and it made the whole thing more interesting. Fiji Island is not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work starts tomorrow. Back to face the idiots again. By the way, the Epic movie is really boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-4723565317330442605?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/4723565317330442605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=4723565317330442605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4723565317330442605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/4723565317330442605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-2.html' title='CNY Day 2'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-367748314536485250</id><published>2007-02-18T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:12:14.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Day 1</title><content type='html'>I'm the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; one to wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the temple to pray. Then, to my Aunt's house to eat shark fin! I ate a lot of junk food. Lots of people there which means lots of hong bao. Then, we went to my next Aunt's house. More and more hong bao coming my way. Watched a really funny tv programme on &lt;strong&gt;TVBS &lt;/strong&gt;which teaches four letter greeting words and sarcastic words to use during pig year. So so funny. My cousin wanted to give me the GP essays but they are books. (Shu) Which also means &lt;strong&gt;to lose.&lt;/strong&gt; (using direct translation) Anyway, I didn't really care so I took it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the&lt;strong&gt; first&lt;/strong&gt; essay, I realised that life is going to be hell with GP around. I then read the &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; essay. I found that one rather easy. My point is that, if I read more, I would be more aware of current affairs which will benefit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everyone came my house and it was so crowded. My cousins played with my drumsticks and we chatted. Youngsters world. Then, a stupid incident happened which had nothing to do with me. I just dislike my Aunt's son's girlfriend. A person with really really low AQ. She doesn't know how to react to situations, though my cousin didn't mean it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to another Aunt's house. Eat again. &lt;strong&gt;Kept eating and eating&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, I watched a really nice chinese movie on tv. The happiest thing is that I got a really really big hong bao. I mean the amount is huge, &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Quite happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still need to "bai nian"! Dammit. So tired. Going back to work on 20th Feb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-367748314536485250?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/367748314536485250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=367748314536485250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/367748314536485250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/367748314536485250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-day-1.html' title='CNY Day 1'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-3241524906649150563</id><published>2007-02-18T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:13:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Guess what, Serene gave me a hongbao. Ros and I were suppose to say a four letter word ( A good one though) to wish her. Whatever like "&lt;strong&gt;Nian Nian You Yu&lt;/strong&gt;"... Too bad. My chinese is poor. Can't think of something that is very &lt;em&gt;chim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then, I rushed home to eat steamboat. It's been a while since I last ate my meal with my family. Like for 47 days... Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to stay up late for the countdown. Dammit la, kept playing the same old chinese songs. I heard a hundred times while working. Now, it just gets on my nerves whenever I hear them. I can sing all of them &lt;em&gt;liao...&lt;/em&gt; Speaking of work, I'd served one idiotic&lt;strong&gt; customer&lt;/strong&gt; today. Anyway, whenever we met some idiotic customers, we don't talk bad in front of them. We &lt;strong&gt;curse&lt;/strong&gt; them behind their backs. Muhahaha. Sounds really evil but I don't give a damn. I don't know how the others manage to stay on for so long... I'm leaving the place &lt;strong&gt;really really&lt;/strong&gt; soon. For those looking for a job, please &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be a promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason number &lt;strong&gt;one,&lt;/strong&gt; it's a low pay job. Number &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;, you stand all day long and have to do dozens of cartons of stocks especially when CNY is approaching. Number &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt;, you had to bear with all their fussy requests and some don't even say thank you and just give you a sulky black face. Next, You have cuts, blue blacks almost everywhere when handling the cartons.Adding on, you have to think until your head burst, trying to stuff hundred of boxes of socks or whatever shit into the cupboard and storeroom which always seems to be insufficient. Worse of all, you have to tag the briefs and socks, arrange the mess made by idiots, beware of Xiao Tian Tian or her descendants and serve the customer all at the same time. Sometimes, there wasn't time to even go to the washroom to pee. &lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;. I can write out a book on all the stuff &lt;em&gt;sia. &lt;/em&gt;The only thing that made me stay is the friends I'd made. If not, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-3241524906649150563?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/3241524906649150563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=3241524906649150563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3241524906649150563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/3241524906649150563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-32346142123913419</id><published>2007-02-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:20:19.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>My results sucks to the core. I'm not satisfied initially. 14 points in top ten made me lose all hope. It must be higher 14 points. Geez. Whatever. There's nothing to be happy about. I didn't cry because I don't feel like crying. It's just average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I ask is Ms Shamsiah. She said it's worth a shot to go JJC. Then, to be sure, I ask Mr Ooi. He said JJC is in the middle range and it's worth a shot. Then, Mrs Sunil came and I apologised to her. She's disappointed. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's my distinction?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Then, Ms Vani. Again. Damn... I felt like letting lots of people down especially myself. My advice to all the people who haven't take their 'O" levels is not to panic at all or something bad will happen. Keep your head cool at all times. Ms Vani said it's worth a shot to go junior college too. I asked Mr Tan too. He said that I scored fairly well for Chemistry and it's worth a shot. Afterwards, I asked Mrs Sunil about the General paper. It's about current affairs and personal thoughts. She said it's all up to me but I can sense that it's JC. I felt rather happy that no verbal skills is required and so I made my mind to go JJC. The problem is that i did not go for 3 months course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Lao Gao at harmonica room. I ended up in a dilemma because of it. I was hesitant about entering junior college. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the car Ling Sing was driving except that it's a little squeezy. Then, I had ice kachang at a shop. I was blessed by Ah Po when Yeong Sheng said something lame and Ah Buck and I &lt;em&gt;kana&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm... that's about it. I had a dilemma again about attending the O school or Contempo Music school which both commence in March. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's done cannot be undone.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just numb right now. Can't believe that few hours back, my heart was pounding like mad. Four of my Aunts, one of my cousin and my tuition teacher called. Everyone was like saying " You did well" but I know it's just a lie. They don't mean it but who cares. Refer to the bold words above again. I thought that HuiHui is so formidable with 6As but I just watched the news... People got 10 A1s. Total freaks! Must be some geniuses from other planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To all people who felt that they didn't do well, accept the fact and live on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-32346142123913419?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/32346142123913419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=32346142123913419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/32346142123913419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/32346142123913419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-6831479710422108873</id><published>2007-02-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:14:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so average day</title><content type='html'>I realise that eveyone on earth is so busy with their own life and what's said will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst day of my life. I can't believe that sensitivity level is so &lt;strong&gt;low&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know if it's deliberate or never meant or what so ever, I just couldn't trust it anymore. It's all phoney perhaps it's just wanna make use of me. I can forgive but &lt;strong&gt;never forget&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that. Today, the stocks came really late and Matthew told me to throw everything undone into the storeroom. I didn't even have the time to do that. I did OT with the rest and it was challenging. 7 cartons of shit in it. The cartons are huge, approximately 60X70X55 cm. There's about 50 to 80 smaller boxes in it. Busy packing the stuff... I really envy that guy called Alex. He's like so free going around while I was busy tagging stuff at my full speed. Of course, I didn't finish and I throw 1 and a 1/3 carton in the storeroom and the other 1 and 2/3 carton outside. It's bound to be a busy day tomorrow but I won't be going back but to the school instead so that doesn't really matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's memorable tonight is that one of the colleagues of mine left the workplace for some &lt;strong&gt;unknown&lt;/strong&gt; reasons. I bought something for her. Didn't really quite figure out what she'll like so I bought her a tiny tortise. Work life will be quite different without her and some other staff which are leaving too but it doesn't matter as it is not up to me to make them stay or go. Things just happen and I'm not Doraemon. I like it when people helped me. Like that guy which i don't know helped me. Then, Alex. Then another colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting bit of my life is that eveyone went &lt;strong&gt;crazy &lt;/strong&gt;today. 4 companies from YGM, Vizon, Redina and I don't know the last one, all sent stocks down. The result? Totally chaotic. If I were to count the stocks, I think it will add up to a thousand. When the announcement was made and the lights &lt;strong&gt;went off&lt;/strong&gt;, everyone went like "Quick!!! GOGOGO!!" We just dumped eveything at the counter and I pushed the trolley back but it was locked. It doesn't really matter because I &lt;strong&gt;don't give&lt;/strong&gt; a damn too. I left it outside the room. It was so funny when people get really panicky and I was watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the blue bag to another colleague and she asked me why there isn't one for her too. I know that it was meant to be a joke but I was too tired to laugh. I just went in with the lift with Ros and met Fiona. I walked home alone. It was rather peaceful. I like being alone. It just sometimes &lt;strong&gt;freaks me out&lt;/strong&gt; because I'm scared. I saw black shadows flying past so often but I just tell myself that there's something wrong with my eye. It's a fact so that sort of calms me down whenever I see black shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being touched in the trains &lt;strong&gt;even if &lt;/strong&gt;it's a slight brush with my bag or my hand because I just hate that. I don't like being too near to strangers and they had to be at least a foot away from me if I sense their presence. If I'm doing some other things like reading a book, it will be a different story because I'm not aware of that. I wonder if there's anything wrong with me because I don't think that people feel the same way I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a plan for tomorrow's activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. To the library.&lt;br /&gt;Second. To school.&lt;br /&gt;Third. To harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn't like the idea at all. I hope that it will just be like PSLE. Like 4 years ago. I gotta watch Survivor tomorrow. The remaining three are Ossy, Yul and Becky. I hope Yul wins because he's an Asian. His name is Yul which is half of my name. It is nonsensical but I don't care. Tomorrow's 'O's result shall change my life forever. I hope that it's a good change though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tata to SF. Good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-6831479710422108873?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/6831479710422108873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=6831479710422108873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6831479710422108873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/6831479710422108873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-so-average-day.html' title='Not so average day'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-5627286883137906643</id><published>2007-02-05T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:03:13.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Just now I went to LP Zone and Baleno to buy clothes for CNY. Got promotion so it's like quite cheap. For the first time, I bought ladies clothing. Hmmm... my mum will be over the moon. Everytime I buy unisex clothes which is like tomboyish, my mum will give me the black face although she will say &lt;em&gt;anything la&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe. I don't know why but seeing her getting so pissed off makes me happy. &lt;strong&gt;SADDIST! UNFILIAL! &lt;/strong&gt;I'm just kidding. Anyway, the clothes I bought is not girlish but more stylish I guess. So yup, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I must stay really calm these few days if not blood vessels will burst. 'O' levels really pressurise me a lot. Anyway, come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow got work. Sian. I mean YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-5627286883137906643?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/5627286883137906643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=5627286883137906643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5627286883137906643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/5627286883137906643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-1905250477225499705</id><published>2007-02-05T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:47:49.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASEAN ROCKS FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>Hey people! The entry on the ARF event was rather brief so I decided to blog more on it as it was a memorable event, on the 29th Jan 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; alt: " height="136" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/ASEAN.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="485" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00168.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside. It all started when a reckless driver went on top the roof and never came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="460" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00158.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wrotes: ADMITS ONE (Complimentary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="388" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/chop.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Hard Rock Cafe chop which everyone gets at the entrance. On my skin! Looks like a &lt;strong&gt;char siew bao&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 211px" height="550" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/shirt.jpg" width="521" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mr. James Brown's costume framed up. Initiallly, my sis and I was sitting so near to it so I decided to take a shot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="378" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00159.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light bulbs in the toilet. LALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="477" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/quekyulin/DSC00162.jpg" width="608" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark cafe with really loud music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the The Cells' version of Zombie (by Cranberries) and Knocking on heaven's door (by Bob Dylan). Apart from the english songs, I didn't really understand what the hell they were singing. Some Laos songs I think... One of the guitarists was like strumming on the guitar too hard and the string snapped. Hehe. It took them some time to get back on stage while Vernon A and Justin Ang from Perfect Ten Fm was talking crap once again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Bamboo! I really love them. The lead singer got a great voice and is damn charming. It's great that he made eye contact with the crowd and the girls were like ARHHH!!!! Everyone go like "BAMBOO! BAMBOO! BAMBOO!" I was having quite a lot of fun then. I love the solos by all the members especially Vic. I love the song "English Man" because the people are like so high, singing "I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien. I'm an Englishman in New York! Wo-Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some videos on Youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEIskLBBAsI" width="305" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4gNfmQVyI" width="305" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-1905250477225499705?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/1905250477225499705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=1905250477225499705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1905250477225499705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/1905250477225499705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/asean-rocks-festival.html' title='ASEAN ROCKS FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12783557.post-7866594458966229780</id><published>2007-02-04T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:15:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything</title><content type='html'>CNY coming up so my working hours is extended! &lt;strong&gt;Shit la&lt;/strong&gt;. Kept saying "Oh shit" so much &lt;em&gt;recently&lt;/em&gt;. Today the customers are really nice. It's the usual stuff but I kept stocking the undergarments though it appears that no one is buying... I think it was kinda of spooky. I called Dockers to come over to see the T back pouch and then got funny story about people buying it to play basketball and ops. We all go like &lt;strong&gt;WAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Wa lao, the staff are all talking about a customer whom they called "Xiao Tian Tian". LOL. I really wanted to see that fucked up attitude woman without a taste of her secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sthere's like o many people leaving before CNY...they said. Really friendly people and got their own style. I really learn hell lots of stuff. I will miss them all for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ASEAN concert was cool and the atmosphere is really cool with really high people. I must say that the MTV Asia @ Atrium level 4 is like so damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a side that wants me to keep the secrets to myself but yet sometimes I really feel like opening up the closed door. It's rather lonely walking home alone. Time passes so quickly and it made me cherish the people around me more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12783557-7866594458966229780?l=doorless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/feeds/7866594458966229780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12783557&amp;postID=7866594458966229780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7866594458966229780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12783557/posts/default/7866594458966229780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doorless.blogspot.com/2007/02/anything.html' title='Anything'/><author><name>Gab</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_badL3h3i3K8/SC_t_SdBiGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dSZUPAxbNek/S220/RIMG0074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
