<?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-20387286</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:06:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gAb's tHe cHaMp!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4457233190570638046</id><published>2008-03-27T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:26:23.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn* im awake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm awake from my slumber...&lt;p&gt;BUT...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't be blogging here anymore...Intending of changing blog address...since I think no one comes* here to read, I can't be bothered to blog too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hm. don't get me wrong. When i say this, I meant my blog is DEAD. no tags...ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I'll link you guys up soon...&lt;p&gt;Until next time, ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4457233190570638046?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4457233190570638046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4457233190570638046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4457233190570638046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4457233190570638046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/03/yawn-im-awake.html' title='*yawn* im awake...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1004208195778493696</id><published>2008-02-23T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:05:00.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY 19YEARS 1.5hours OLD...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really a wonderful day...I'm glad it actually came...somehow, it is like a form of healing for our relationship...It's been drastically bad recently, but things changed for the better...and i really do hope it will stay this way...going up never coming down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Well here are the pictures taken today...mostly food...from TAOS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KIwxwN7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ihfmawzfUWw/s1600-h/22022008136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KIwxwN7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ihfmawzfUWw/s320/22022008136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862042893432754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a kind of salad...with ham, potato and tomatoes...my honey's favourite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KJAxwN8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3jOQMxaqdUI/s1600-h/22022008137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KJAxwN8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3jOQMxaqdUI/s320/22022008137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862047188400066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other salad...fruit salad...with crabstick on top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KJQxwN9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/osvBw4f8nlY/s1600-h/22022008139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KJQxwN9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/osvBw4f8nlY/s320/22022008139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862051483367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a...kind of mushroom...for once i thought it was meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KKAxwN-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/2TvtWM-hdY8/s1600-h/22022008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KKAxwN-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/2TvtWM-hdY8/s320/22022008141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862064368269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;creamy soup...pumpkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KKQxwN_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/cjYqlgi8dTM/s1600-h/22022008142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KKQxwN_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/cjYqlgi8dTM/s320/22022008142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862068663236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this is a...sharkfin melon soup...without the sharkfin that is...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today also went to watch the movie p.s. I love you...at P.S...haha...plaza singapura...perfect place eh. The story was quite touching especially at the end...The female lead eventually got on  with her life after her husband died a year later...I totally love the first scene where the couple was arguing...and unforutunately only the two of us know why...You could try figure it out after u've watch it...&lt;p&gt;Went to eat dinner at Tao's, as recommended by my dearest. The food there was pertty nice, service was tip-top I think. I'll probably give it a 8.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went back to Plaza Singapura and went to shop around the mall. Managed to realized that we received our angbao of $150 from NTUC fairprice...kinda slow for us...Initially wondered why she had that extra money after her spending on the previous day...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was really a wonderful day for me...&lt;p&gt;I really want to believe that every single day with you is wonderful...doesn't matter where we are or what we do...As long as I'm with you, it's good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1004208195778493696?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1004208195778493696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1004208195778493696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1004208195778493696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1004208195778493696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R78KIwxwN7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ihfmawzfUWw/s72-c/22022008136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4284884812678652727</id><published>2008-02-17T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:31:48.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do if you were forced to become commando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'll go for it...do my best..."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was what I said during the vocational assessment's interview. But really the thing that really grips me with fear is actually I think that my physical fitness don't match the barely minimum requirements for a commando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My stamina seriously suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for that day, 15th feb...woke up at 5.44am thx to my dear sister who wants to reach school at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6.30am&lt;/span&gt;. That is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end I reached that at 6.45am...45minutes early thanks to a wonderful blue honda car...anyways, after reaching there I went to the counter and double check if that is the place and indeed it was. But I was simply too early...What to do?&lt;br /&gt;No choice I went to the bus stop and sat there till like 7.15am...sit and daydream, count the number of cars passing by...seriously nothing better to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when I went back, the rest of the people started queueing up to register our names. After that, put our handphones into the lockers provided. No choice I had to share with another person because we didnt have loose change; locker needed 20cent coin.&lt;br /&gt;After that we followed a person in white tee and went into the camp, officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i'll continue later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4284884812678652727?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4284884812678652727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4284884812678652727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4284884812678652727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4284884812678652727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-will-you-do-if-you-were-forced-to.html' title='What will you do if you were forced to become commando?'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4174275982559930749</id><published>2008-02-06T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T04:12:37.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start a new year...</title><content type='html'>Alright...it is officially Chinese New year's eve...and I don't know if it's a good thing or what, but for the very first time, I'm working.&lt;p&gt;OMG.&lt;p&gt;And it's work till 5.30pm, after which counting of money roughly about 6.20-6.40pm before I rush back home for reunion dinner...Anyways, as always that it happens every year, the festive mood will be over...&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I was saying about 15th feb...I'm going for some vocational assessment at Hendon camp...&lt;p&gt;That's like the worst thing that could happen...But on the other hand, it could probably be a door of opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;It's after all a vocational assessment of whether I'm fit to be a commando...yeah. I read on the ns forum that when you're selected to go for this assessment, 80% possiblity that you'll get in to commando...&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I thought how in the world do they choose the people? As again, according to the forums, they say that we're the top 5% elites to be chosen for commando position. I'm like thinking...after just one medical checkup? I remembered clearly i anyhow do my IQ test(during the medical checkup). &lt;p&gt;But in any case, there are lots of uncleared questions up in my head...lots of nervousness, yet at the same time I'm kind of calm and awaiting for 15th feb...Hopefully I can get a chance to see a clearer picture after chinese new year....wahahahahahaha..&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SLEEP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4174275982559930749?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4174275982559930749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4174275982559930749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4174275982559930749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4174275982559930749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-new-year.html' title='Start a new year...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-219379023380586770</id><published>2008-02-04T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:16:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Rush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realized that my family have no preparation for 6th Feb after all...&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure why...but it seems that my parents seem to take their time, "deely derely" to buy the goods and all...&lt;br /&gt;While here I am at fairprice NTUC, slogging my guts out to serve the rushing people...Apparently, I have been working since Friday, 5pm till about 10.30pm...then the next day, Saturday which was a crazy one...worked from 2-12midnight. No choice had to take cab home together with my honey and another colleague. The cab fare in total was about $11.70. Then my dearest princess called me and told me that my NETS card was with her...and that was trouble for me because I wanted to pay using NETS. No choice had to pay by cash though it's not enough...Wanted to go back home to take..but the cab uncle was quite "sia-lan", he kept repeating that " you know you're going to at least 2-3 places you should have at least collected a $5 dollars from each person...now you want me to wait here...(I asked to stop at the LRT station), and if the bus comes? Ah...forget it lah..."&lt;p&gt;Then I got off his cab, slamming the door.&lt;p&gt;School ended!! Still have lots to blog on though...some NS thing on 15th feb...muahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-219379023380586770?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/219379023380586770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=219379023380586770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/219379023380586770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/219379023380586770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-rush.html' title='Chinese New Year Rush...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6766691705418177656</id><published>2008-01-29T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:23:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The not-so-far chinese new year...</title><content type='html'>well this is it...once again, we are celebrating new year, chinese one that is...Doesn't matter..&lt;p&gt;As far as I know, chinese new year only reminds me of traditions. Traditions of this, traditions of that...and all sorts of things...I kind of pity those non-chinese man...I mean, even NTUC is playing chinese songs just to go along with the upcoming festival...If I were a malay, I'll probably get irritated by all the "chiang chiang" noise...Speaking of which, workplace is becoming more and more busier these days, since it's officially the last week for preparations for chinese new year. People can buy up till 300-400 worth of new year groceries. And not only that, the other races actually join in the lunaticism(i call that the act of being crazy); there was one customer who bought about $87 worth of items...guess what? she gave me 44pieces of $2notes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-.-"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there's another one...gave me a $1000 note for $70 of items...it actually gave me fear of overgiving the change...&lt;p&gt;Well, for now...there are quite alot of upcoming events as well...&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat with gang at my humble house; 9feb.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year itself.&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day.14th feb..very close after cny. Also have to actually report for some vocational assessment...&lt;br /&gt;And there of course, is my birthday,22nd feb.&lt;br /&gt;After which, submission of projects, 3rd march. Happens to be junze's birthday as well.&lt;br /&gt;Following that would be my driving theory test...24th march i think?&lt;p&gt;busy busy busy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6766691705418177656?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6766691705418177656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6766691705418177656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6766691705418177656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6766691705418177656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-far-chinese-new-year.html' title='The not-so-far chinese new year...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8681019722688959219</id><published>2008-01-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:32:50.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's alot I want to say..</title><content type='html'>*laziness creeps up...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always like that...everytime when an event occured, I'll tell myself, "wah..can go back and blog about this..." In the end...nothing was done...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this term is officially named as tests and projects term...as what I would call it...much more slacking than the other semesters and terms definitely, but if one were to &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;slack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....I guess it will really show in the GPA score. &lt;p&gt;Heard lots of people went to NS already...speaking of which, this guy by the name of Andy recently gave me a suggestion to go sign on with the army. Not only I get more than what a normal recruit gets during NS, I also get money when I study as well as an income more than what others would have when they first found a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The exact same guy now tells me(together with another army friend) that it's better to go in to NS, find out if you really like army life before you consider for a 5-year contract with the army. Sounds reasonable yah? Then why in the first place tell me about all the benefits I get,etc. the amount of money, career stability, chance to take private courses(like what he's actually doing now).&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School ended...so shall this post too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8681019722688959219?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8681019722688959219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8681019722688959219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8681019722688959219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8681019722688959219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-alot-i-want-to-say.html' title='There&apos;s alot I want to say..'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2930302298962478358</id><published>2008-01-09T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:51:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with customers...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to work again...Thought I was going to be late, but luckily I reached in time...Anyways, there wasn't much problems yesterday...just that there was this sickening customer that irritates me. He bought about 124plus worth of groceries...After which, he gave me his credit card and of course I did the credit card process.&lt;br /&gt;But, when i swipe his card, there was card error no matter how many times I swipe. What i remembered from training was whenever there was *card error*, immediately reprint last transaction to see if the bill has been charged. I did what I remembered...but I missed one step, which is to actually check if it was his card and was it the correct amount. Being the first time I see this, I immediately thought that it was already charged when actually it was really the last transaction from the previous customer. &lt;p&gt;So I attempted to do credit card offline...but even so, it still could not be done. While I was doing that, the customer was pissed off with me, for the speed that I'm handling his transaction. But in actual fact, I was slow because of his card and he actually dared to blame me...&lt;p&gt;Anyways, back in school, there are so many projects coming along...and from now till the dateline(3Mar 2008) I have about 3months time to finish 5projects; computer animation, Flash, 3D modelling, Business plan, and problem solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2930302298962478358?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2930302298962478358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2930302298962478358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2930302298962478358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2930302298962478358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-deal-with-customers.html' title='How to deal with customers...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8910183752286246147</id><published>2008-01-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:40:07.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why oh why...</title><content type='html'>Today, reported work as usual...7.45am...and it was a pretty windy sunday...As usual, i went to work with an empty stomach..but I tolerated till around 10 before I go for break..The morning crowd was totally crazy...&lt;br /&gt;There was this customer where she piled up her stuffs on the conveyor belt...it simply looked like a mountain to me... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mountain of groceries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways she bought up to near 300dollars of groceries...that's like...WOW...&lt;p&gt;then during breaktime, I went downstairs to buy medium milo from MacDonald's...it's really envious that Macdonald's isn't packed at all...that's like kind of strange...because even for my house downstairs usually sundays will be very packed...it's unlikely that you will see a MacDonald fastfood restaurant empty on a sunday morning...&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I bought Milo and wanted to buy the sunshine bread roll at cheers, but it was out of stock and with that the only place to buy is at FairPrice...but the queue is so long I guessed that I had to tolerate with just milo alone till end of work. Little did I know, there was extra food at the staff tea room...had those peanut pancakes...somewhat like leftover because those aunties couldn't finish it...haha...but it's quite nice...Even had a chat with my mentor...&lt;p&gt;Then after that it was back to work...&lt;br /&gt; FAST FORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12 there was this another colleague, again an auntie who came to help me to be my packer...what a team man...we managed to clear up a few customers...pretty fast I must say..She did all the packing while I just simply scanned and scanned...haha...anyways, she accompanied me all the way till 2pm...then I counted my float; packed in $700 and counted the rest as sales while she counted my vouchers and credit cards payment.&lt;p&gt; LOW AND BEHOLD, I HAD A SHORTAGE OF $50.75...&lt;p&gt; Haiz...no choice...have to pay back...now have to think of ways to raise the money...I'm giving myself one month's time to buck up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8910183752286246147?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8910183752286246147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8910183752286246147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8910183752286246147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8910183752286246147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-oh-why.html' title='why oh why...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6101536484633866185</id><published>2008-01-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:21:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well HNY to all...its been a long day for me...I'm just trying to squeeze some time in to blog...&lt;p&gt;Anyways, alot of things have happened since I pause blogging...it's hard to say all of it...so I'll just concentrate on recent events...&lt;br /&gt;Recently been working...It was lucky for us that we got the NTUC fairprice job at Hougang point. That day we went there around 8plus, filled up some form and the next day we got a call from one of the 'bosses'.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the training on 17dec till 19dec. The first day was kind of stupid...seems like it was for R.As...retail assistants.The real fun started on18, 19 and 26dec when we were trained to operate on the P.O.S(point of sales) machine.&lt;p&gt; We reported to work on 20th dec...was suppose to look for the same guy, but apparently he went on leave since it was a public holiday...then we were attached to a senior cashier for approximately 5days...&lt;br /&gt;After which, 27dec we started opening our own counters. From then on, I personally have seen several kinds of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6101536484633866185?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6101536484633866185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6101536484633866185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6101536484633866185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6101536484633866185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-year.html' title='First post of the year...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4016216392515697684</id><published>2007-12-14T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:46:05.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest updates...</title><content type='html'>Wah...it's been such a long time that I've updated my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Feeling lazy..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyways recently have been really busy with the stupid flash project...I've been trying to do the project on the zoo. Initially I had the idea of advertising an imaginery product; whereby a phone with a click of a button, can transform into a bluetooth headset itself which brings in the theme of Transform...transformers! lol...&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to show the handphone(Nokia N73), fades out and mixed with the transformers logo; autobots and decepticons brings out the minimized version of the phone as a bluetooth headset.But...the problem was the content...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I going to name the product?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What functions does the handphone cum bluetooth headset have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How am I suppose to edit the pictures?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am i able to do the animations correctly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there enough time??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had it going on for two days...when my princess suddenly shared her project with me. Basically she was suppose to design a webpage using only Photoshop; no animation, no nothing, only designs. It was actually to design a webpage based on the zoo for christmas. So she thought why not I do the animation part and she do the design part and eventually it will still end up as our different projects. So I took her idea and start on it.&lt;p&gt;Wasted alot alot of time trying to find about the preloader code, before I actually started on the actual process. In the end, I spent a few nights sleeping at 4am on weekdays(the latest) and 5plus am on weekends. Was really terrible, but it's after all worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;13Dec was actually the date due to hand in the project.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all things that happened, I did not save the latest version of my project in my thumbdrive. I was like "OMG, what to do now?!" Was really a pity lah...Took so much effort to go and do the page out, and now it  isn't in the page of the flash that I handed in. Hopefully my XML slideshow will balance out the marks that I lost.&lt;p&gt;During this project period, an event happened. My flash book went missing. I could only recall once that I took it back for reference, and then bring it back to school and placed it in the locker. Next thing I knew, Stacy went to the locker wanting to take the flash book, seems that my book is missing because the cd that came with my book hasn't been opened yet. The book that stacy wanted to take was opened. So I quickly accused her of accidentally taking my book home previously. In the end, my book was never found....wonder why...&lt;p&gt;Another thing is, because of this project, I am able to use my father's old laptop. It may be old, but apparently it seems stronger and healthier(System-ically) than the laptops that my honey and stacy is using...All i can say is, it's hard typing on laptop keyboards especially for mine because the extra surfaces get oily easily...that's like...yucks.&lt;p&gt;Tommorrow's CPA, still have lots to hand in, didn't finish the walking skeleton and the spaceship..yikes. After tommorrow I'M FREE!!!!&lt;p&gt;like real...still got NTUC training on monday...haiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4016216392515697684?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4016216392515697684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4016216392515697684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4016216392515697684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4016216392515697684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/12/latest-updates.html' title='Latest updates...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4088149311172922789</id><published>2007-11-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:49:02.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's pirated...after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens when you get an adobe ISO image file, keygen and a lousy computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of time wasted on extracting the files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A non-responding setup.exe file for Adobe Master Collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME THAT COULD BE USED ON PROJECT BUT YET WASTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short temper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late for school...&lt;br /&gt;Marked absent instead of late by some stupid teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4088149311172922789?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4088149311172922789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4088149311172922789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4088149311172922789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4088149311172922789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-piratedafter-all.html' title='It&apos;s pirated...after all...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5451254471468919536</id><published>2007-11-25T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:01:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you could take a little trip around Singapore town...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a Singapore city bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes that was what I did with my honey yesterday..Woke up today at 9.50am..was told to meet my honey at Compass point at 10.15am....took a fast bath and head out of home...&lt;br /&gt;Met my honey and we went off to take 159 together to go to Hougang Point for an interview. Turns out it was just some sort of "briefing" of what will happen if we get shortlisted...it was then that we realized we didn't exactly get the job.&lt;/p&gt;After the interview we went to IKEA to look at exquisite furniture...then head on to Queensway shopping centre to take a look at the cheap branded sports shoes as well as the latest trend in fashion...was really cool though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are clothes that can actually be found in town but just that it's much cheaper.&lt;/p&gt;Then we made our way to Plaza Singapura...went to This Fashion, then grabbed some cold dinner from Carrefour...was really bad...The pizza and nasi lemak...no wonder it was so cheap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bought the food and went all the way to the entrance to the MRT station and sat at the stairs to eat...kind of pathetic but well...life's like tat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tat we went to Changi Airport Terminal 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0sJ7I07IDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/My-iZw2E1Fw/s1600-h/24112007319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210711532576818" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0sJ7I07IDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/My-iZw2E1Fw/s320/24112007319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was taken at the bus terminal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0sJ7Y07IEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BXvQzRLgfmA/s1600-h/24112007301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137210715827544130" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0sJ7Y07IEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BXvQzRLgfmA/s320/24112007301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first thing that you see when u arrive at Terminal 3 from the skytrain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02RPo07IHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AQDmiCL5UL4/s1600-h/24112007303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137922447743066226" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02RPo07IHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AQDmiCL5UL4/s320/24112007303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is similar to what you see in the departure hall in T1 and T2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02rIY07III/AAAAAAAAAH0/MkLxukqYt3k/s1600-h/Photo0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02rIY07III/AAAAAAAAAH0/MkLxukqYt3k/s320/Photo0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137950910491336834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02rI407IJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W5HHuBt1rFo/s1600-h/24112007317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02rI407IJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W5HHuBt1rFo/s320/24112007317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137950919081271442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's chocolates and candies!! muahahahaha...&lt;p&gt;The one cool feature that you can never find anywhere other than Terminal 3 is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02r6407IKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GAWidsux3Es/s1600-h/Photo0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02r6407IKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GAWidsux3Es/s320/Photo0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137951778074730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02r7I07ILI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wygySk_mV6A/s1600-h/24112007314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R02r7I07ILI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wygySk_mV6A/s320/24112007314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137951782369697970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These two pictures were taken in the male and female toilets...&lt;br /&gt;The special thing about the female part is that the thing next to the toilet roll you see there? It's actually something that you use to spray on the toilet paper and wipe it on the cover that you will sit on...&lt;br /&gt;COOL...&lt;br /&gt;As for the guys...if you notice, there's this dot on the urinal thing...that dot is no dot...in fact it's a fly...for you to aim...&lt;br /&gt;ULTRA COOL...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5451254471468919536?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5451254471468919536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5451254471468919536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5451254471468919536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5451254471468919536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-could-take-little-trip-around.html' title='you could take a little trip around Singapore town...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0sJ7I07IDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/My-iZw2E1Fw/s72-c/24112007319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3166420974380920076</id><published>2007-11-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T02:40:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charged for the murder of two crabs...</title><content type='html'>Tuesday went to have steamboat with Yan and Kenneth and of course my honey..She actually even skipped school just to go earlier for the steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back home immediately after school to get some quick lunch. She came back to Sengkang and we took 80 to bugis to meet Yan and kenneth.&lt;p&gt;While walking in BHG, we saw JoeJin a.k.a Vivian. She was working there as a salesperson for makeup of some brand. Then my honey was given free make-over. Indeed it was a total make over...took lots of pictures after that. Next we went to take the MRT to Marina Bay, waited for the bus and there we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started with buying drinks, getting the food and then put on the butter on the aluminium foil. They really know how to make money out of the customers...because they serve only canned drinks and each can cost 1.50. We bought a total of 6cans in total, totals about 12dollars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LESSON 1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkB407H_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vuBjzV5cJ8/s1600-h/20112007270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkB407H_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vuBjzV5cJ8/s320/20112007270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136465358613061618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;spilt the body into half.&lt;p&gt;LESSON 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkCI07IAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Y-R4o7_yJaw/s1600-h/20112007269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkCI07IAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Y-R4o7_yJaw/s320/20112007269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136465362908028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soften it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LESSON 3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkEI07IBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VENTsPhNUZo/s1600-h/20112007271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkEI07IBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/VENTsPhNUZo/s320/20112007271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136465397267767314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seperate the parts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LESSON 4:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkEo07ICI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jy4_FjexJLQ/s1600-h/20112007272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkEo07ICI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jy4_FjexJLQ/s320/20112007272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136465405857701922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3166420974380920076?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3166420974380920076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3166420974380920076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3166420974380920076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3166420974380920076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/charged-for-murder-of-two-crabs.html' title='Charged for the murder of two crabs...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/R0hkB407H_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vuBjzV5cJ8/s72-c/20112007270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4386134866164532847</id><published>2007-11-20T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:16:01.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hero indeed...</title><content type='html'>apologies for the late update...i've been catching the heroes show on the internet and I've just finished watching season 1.&lt;p&gt;Man, this show is just totally cool...way too cool. But it just show how humans desire to have powers that are 'god-like'. What I meant was, this show is after all fiction and there wouldn't be such humans right?&lt;p&gt;There are a total of 14 heroes that I can remember...namely;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;peter petrelli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nathan petrelli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hiro nakamura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;D.L hawkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Issac Mendez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Micah Sanders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Niki Sanders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sylar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and many more...&lt;p&gt;This show is about how they are going to stop Gabriel Grey, a.k.a Sylar who goes around cutting the heads of humans with special abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Hiro,  he accidentally went to the future and saw a nuclear explosion taking place.&lt;br /&gt;Peter received a message from future Hiro on a train when he was with Mohinder Suresh...saying "Save the cheerleader, save the world." While this was happening, Issac Mendez(the painter who can paint the future), saw that Claire was chased by someone and was after her brain. Eventually he saw that she was killed.&lt;br /&gt;Peter's mission now is to save this cheerleader from Sylar so that in the near future, when Sylar kills a man with radiation power he wouldn't die when Hiro stabs him with a Sammurai sword.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of twists and turns around...like how Hiro and Ando were in a restaurant and met this waitress name Charlie and had excellent memory power...She can just flip through a Japanese book and immediately know how to speak Japanese. But she was killed by Sylar eventually when she entered into the kitchen. Hiro tried to go back to the past to save her but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't. He even fell in love with her during the process of trying to save her...Then Hiro And Ando also went to the future(5 years later) where they were at the rooftop of Issac Mendez's loft. They went downstairs and saw the future Hiro. It's kind of funny...&lt;p&gt;Hiro:(In Japanese)I'm kinda scared, let's talk to him and say we wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;Ando:You go talk to yourself...&lt;p&gt;Or something like tat...which is like lame..but funny.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4386134866164532847?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4386134866164532847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4386134866164532847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4386134866164532847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4386134866164532847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/hero-indeed.html' title='a hero indeed...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7464145602810112096</id><published>2007-11-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:21:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RzsSHEs8G1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G56oelG7iig/s1600-h/14112007257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RzsSHEs8G1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G56oelG7iig/s320/14112007257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132716113049426770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was Hiro*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hiro is a character in Heroes who can bend into time and space; stop time and teleport...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7464145602810112096?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7464145602810112096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7464145602810112096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7464145602810112096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7464145602810112096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-i-was-hiro.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RzsSHEs8G1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G56oelG7iig/s72-c/14112007257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7972823966974298659</id><published>2007-11-11T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:52:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2nd 9/11...</title><content type='html'>No worries...not a hoax...lol...&lt;p&gt;Actually it's more like a personal incident that happened to me...in Uzumaki.&lt;br /&gt;I was made a scrapegoat for someone's unlcean hands. I always hated this feeling of being accused.This is the summary of what happened;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After I sent my honey home, I receive a call from Caiyun who was the one doing the opening shift on that day. She told me that there was shortage of $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldn't believe what she said. I tried and recall how much I counted. The amount was right. I asked her to tell me how many pieces of notes were there. She couldn't tell because she forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We literally quarrelled through sms. In the end, she gave me the number of notes after sales was done. But it was of no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She literally told the whole world about it; Shane, another part timer; Xiaoyan, Ice; the supervisor, and Leslie the boss. Everybody was asking me to top up the shortage amount.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the end, I was 'forced' to go and top up the shortage amount, or else my salary would be deducted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;THIS IS SO NOT FAIR! U BLADDY FATASS FAGGOT! YOU WILL GET YOUR RETRIBUTIONS ONE DAY!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic. She was known to be taking money from the cashier all the time legally because leslie was informed. And now everyone blames on me without finding out the truth. If I could, I will definitely go up to MOM and see that justice is done.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, Saturday was meant for a day spent at the beach sun-tanning. But all was not good, when my honey...called and told me that she was beaten up by her parents...&lt;p&gt;Yes. Her parents...It's like..omg right?&lt;p&gt;I don't exactly know the whole story(even if i do, i wouldn't post either), but I just feel that however bad the child may be it's not right to hit your child with a stick(that's meant for hitting back for backaches) on her back till the stick is actually broken. I was so shocked I wanted to call the police.&lt;p&gt;My heart goes out for her...But I'm caught in the middle. I really want to do something to stop the abuse from her parents.&lt;p&gt;But can I? Do I have the rights to interfere? Everytime I talk about taking actions, she would say no.&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No?! How can you say no?! So what if they are your parents?! What they are doing is wrong!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she complained of backache, her father actually said "you deserved it. If I could come back in the afternoon, I would have broken your legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7972823966974298659?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7972823966974298659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7972823966974298659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7972823966974298659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7972823966974298659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-911.html' title='The 2nd 9/11...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5428896711187811025</id><published>2007-11-07T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:57:08.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most terrible time in someone's life....</title><content type='html'>This was what I heard from 987fm when Dan and young was asking people about one of the most terrible times in their(the listeners) life...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them actually sms-ed in...and it happened like this...&lt;br /&gt;This guy was being recruited as a NSF men. During the swearing in ceronmony, his uncle shouted,&lt;p&gt;"EH! ORD LE LAH!"&lt;p&gt;rofl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5428896711187811025?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5428896711187811025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5428896711187811025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5428896711187811025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5428896711187811025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/most-terrible-time-in-someones-life.html' title='The most terrible time in someone&apos;s life....'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8946849448123953756</id><published>2007-11-06T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:00:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore has beautiful scenes as well...</title><content type='html'>The weekend was totally a blast...I went cycling together with my honey's classmates.&lt;br /&gt;At first we thought we were really late, but low and behold we waited for Felicia and Irah as well as Erwin in MacDonald's. While waiting, my 1 dollar coin got stuck in some stupid hello kitty machine. Not long after, they finally arrived. I was kind of surprised that the cake that Felicia and Irah brought along was actually for my dearest honey, Irah herself, as well as Erwin.&lt;p&gt;Finally the celebration was over and we made our way over to the cycling kiosks. This was like the starting of some new adventure. In total, we had 3 double bikes; Sharon and Mark, Me and honey, Felicia and Peiling. While the rest had single bikes. We cycled all the way out of East Coast, up till a road leading to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal. We even saw the Changi Airport control tower at the far end of the road over the fence.&lt;p&gt;Our cycling group was splited into two when the first half cycled too fast. Me and honey, felicia and peiling, Soosoo(as what they called her), and erwin. So we tried to contact the other group and eventually we caught up with them. Once we caught up with them, it was like 90% of the journey completed. We were almost there.&lt;br /&gt;We cycled along the road and later on turned into a corner where some river was flowing. We followed the river's opposite direction and headed down straight, followed by cycling into the tall grasses. We continued cycling till some part where we could not continue and sat down to enjoy the scene. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In total, all of us cycled for a total of 4-5hours.&lt;p&gt;Saturday ended with tanned arms and having a "just-got-kicked-in-the-butt" kind of pain.&lt;p&gt;Well, I don't want to elaborate about Sunday though it's also a blast as well. But now I somehow just wish...&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT 3D MODELLING NOW WILL BE OVER!!!!!&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/20387286-8946849448123953756?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8946849448123953756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8946849448123953756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8946849448123953756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8946849448123953756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-has-beautiful-scenes-as-well.html' title='Singapore has beautiful scenes as well...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6966013957784369612</id><published>2007-11-02T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:33:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delivery...!!</title><content type='html'>Alright. The photos have arrived into cyberspace. Get out your pens and paper and sign t delivery form....wahahaha...check it out in my online photo album...&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostinspace89.multiply.com/photos/album/21/Junns_birthday_cum_halloween..."&gt;Photo album... &lt;/a&gt;     &lt;p&gt;ciaos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6966013957784369612?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6966013957784369612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6966013957784369612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6966013957784369612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6966013957784369612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/special-delivery.html' title='Special delivery...!!'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-647980668188182978</id><published>2007-11-02T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:45:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst kind of humans...</title><content type='html'>I always hated a certain kind of humans that come and replace what was there before.&lt;br /&gt;It's like for example, a cameraman has always been taking pictures for this specific model. Then suddenly comes some newbie camera person and starts shooting, taking away the limelight for this guy. &lt;p&gt;Seriously, this kind of people should just go watch High school Musical and sing the song, stick to the status quo... &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no no no. Stick to the stuff u know. If u wanna be cool, follow one simple rule, stick to the status quo...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;This kind of human should might as well be terminated from the surface of this world. Anyways, the photos would be up by today, 3.30pm. Wonder if anyone would even care about the pictures I took iansbtcedagd oef tfhgaht biitjckh.&lt;p&gt;Wah, decipher this code! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-647980668188182978?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/647980668188182978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=647980668188182978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/647980668188182978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/647980668188182978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/worst-kind-of-humans_02.html' title='The worst kind of humans...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6309773964716291191</id><published>2007-11-01T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:17:16.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-post:Jun's Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the month of November. It is officially the last 2months of 2007. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To all guys and gals looking for the pictures, refer to &lt;a href="http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html"&gt;blog post 2nd October.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So sorry I couldn't upload. But, nonetheless there's always Jessica's laptop...muahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;latest by Monday, 5th November 2007 2200hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6309773964716291191?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6309773964716291191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6309773964716291191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6309773964716291191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6309773964716291191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-postjuns-birthday.html' title='Post-post:Jun&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2203425379015209451</id><published>2007-10-31T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:49:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-post: Jun's Birthday...</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of the month of October...Time really flies. Soon enough, it's November already. Not for long, it will be Christmas, then New Year's Eve, and then it will be 2008. Speaking of which, today's is hamster's birthday...and we're even organising a miniature party cum halloween for her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;My goodness. All other hamsters bow in envy.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and honey went all out to really prepare this special day for her. As they always say, "That's what friends are for." &lt;br&gt;Somehow, both of them(li jun and jess) have proven to me that it's really somehow better to have a smaller group of friends than mixing around with everybody in class because it seems to me that the 2 of them prefer their own small group that started since secondary school days.&lt;p&gt; Honestly, from the very start I don't really feel comfortable with the chinese. I feel that the malays are more united, more fun to be with. Of course, by the looks of it lah...as for whether they are really united, I'm not too sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2203425379015209451?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2203425379015209451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2203425379015209451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2203425379015209451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2203425379015209451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/pre-post-juns-birthday.html' title='Pre-post: Jun&apos;s Birthday...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-520943730067649160</id><published>2007-10-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:29:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another week again...</title><content type='html'>The week ended off with a lousy Sunday night. I was located somewhere South of Singapore, at HarborFront Centre selling Japanese Ice-cream. I knew it wasn't going to be easy because first of all, I am alone. No one's there to help me out with everything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm actually selling Uzumaki Ice-cream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I left halfway through the M.A.D class halfway with Saiful for another SC General Meeting. Come to think about it, it was one of the best of the best meetings ever.&lt;br&gt;So me and Saiful went to the Admin block...don't why suddenly he went downstairs, and apparently we could not find the LT5 that we were supposed to go to...then we went ahead to the Admin block. We reached the Main Auditorium area and he asked the cleaning lady to open the door for us. We reached the other side but still couldn't find LT5...haiz.&lt;br&gt;Then we figured that it was actually on the same floor as our class just now. -.-"&lt;p&gt;Ok fast forward...we reach LT5, got a seat and sat down. Nabil was actually talking about the commendation awards and eventually it was given out few minutes after that.&lt;p&gt;After that, it was actually kind of a last few words from the chairmen and excos...was definitely a very touching scene. First to start off was Desmond. Somehow, from the meeting I saw the soft side of him. After everyone said their piece, Nabil invited them out and asked them to close their eyes. He was like literally hypnotizing them into "showing their emotions out" by saying that 'these are the people that you have work through for the past 1 year...these are the people that you taught them to be what they are today,etc.' And slowly some of them began breaking down, or rather &lt;em&gt;broke down in tears&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Then Nabil turned to the members and said his piece to us as well...saying that 'Deep in your heart you know that they are a leader to you, but it doesn't come out from your mouth...etc.' After which, he told us to come down and whisper words of thank you-s, words of gratitude to them. Most of them went down, event Saiful. Seriously, I am really starting to regret not going down as well. The whole scene in front were the chairmen and excos had their eyes closed and were surrounded with lots of people.&lt;p&gt; It was clearly visible that all of them broke down in tears because they were so touched by the words said to them. Then as soon as everyone went back, Nabil asked them to open their eyes, saying that this is their end result of their efforts for the past 1 year. &lt;p&gt;Of course he did say more than that, and the whole atmosphere was so touching.&lt;p&gt;After that I left school and head on to meet my honey in Bugis. We needed to buy stuffs for Li Jun's birthday cum Halloween party. I took 31 to Bedok, and waited for at least 20mins for Bus 2, haiz.&lt;br&gt;Nearly wanted to leave and take the train, when the bus came. Always like that.&lt;p&gt;I got on the bus and fell asleep halfway with a few smses coming by...Honey said that she saw alot of 'chickens'...&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get it? Chickens? Chickens?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she finally reached, we made our way to Bugis Junction. Saw some suitable presents for Hamster...but not within our budget. Then we decided to go eat KFC, but the basement KFC was closed.&lt;p&gt;We went to the KFC at Bugis street area. Should have gone to buy the props for Halloween first because by the time we finished eating, the stores that we wanted to go to were all closed. Sad.&lt;p&gt;Then we made our way to the Marketplace, grab some Halloween stuffs and left to take 80. I actually went to the wrong bus stop that did not have 80 at all. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-520943730067649160?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/520943730067649160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=520943730067649160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/520943730067649160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/520943730067649160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-another-week-again.html' title='It&apos;s another week again...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-9081172863813866230</id><published>2007-10-25T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:38:49.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live the dream...?</title><content type='html'>Live the dream was officially over yesterday. I only managed to watch the results show...Taufik Batisah, the papaya sisters and the click 5 were there to perform before the annoucement of the results. The performance was simply amazing...Taufik was rapping some song away, but compared to other rap songs his is considered quite medium slow speed, &lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;This is the first time I've seen the click 5 live. Well, I must say I simply love the drummer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, duh I like drums.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;The vocalist/elec. guitarist seem to be like abit "sian 1/2" because he walked away as soon as the first song was over. I didn't think that was a good intro anyway. They should have started with their hit song 'Jenny'.&lt;p&gt;There were lots of advertisements,lots of time delaying moments and finally...&lt;br&gt;Fendi won the Soloist category and By Definition won the group category.This really draw to my attention.&lt;p&gt;Taufik Batisah, Hardy Mirza, Fendi? They are all winners of the different competitions(Singapore Idol 1&amp;2 and live the dream)...Slyvester, Johnantan and Victor? Finalist of the same competition.&lt;br&gt;I leave it to you guys to figure out what's the thing about this.&lt;p&gt;I think By Definition was really wonderful. The way they perform their songs really rocked. It seems to me that the vocalist, &lt;strong&gt;looks abit like Nasri/Aye&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha. Don't know why I keep seeing people looking alike like the people I know. Wonder why Adam hasn't start teaching. Maybe he wants us to continue on the hourglass. Now he just send us the aircraft folder.&lt;p&gt;Yay. Today going to Far East with my honey...&lt;p&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-9081172863813866230?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/9081172863813866230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=9081172863813866230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/9081172863813866230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/9081172863813866230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/live-dream.html' title='Live the dream...?'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5426716576378506020</id><published>2007-10-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:34:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a wednesday morning...</title><content type='html'>Well..it's about time...the first lesson today is MAD. Till now, I still have no idea what this short form means. Today woke up at 7.25am plus, woke up then went bathe. The first thought that came to my mind was, "man, I did this action yesterday."&lt;br&gt;Yeah, it's like everyday wake up, bathe, pack bag, wear socks and shoes, get my lanyard, open the door and walk towards the lift. I can simply just go on and on and on.&lt;p&gt;Anyway,I reached Tampines Interchange and instead of the usual $2 breakfast I bought choc chips bread and milo in school. It's after all much cheaper. Saw shasha over there too...she said Saiful went for the Medical checkup.&lt;br&gt;AFter a while we left for 4th floor, but Adam haven't come yet. So waited outside and I played my Pacman.Super sian lah...&lt;p&gt;After a while, I went in to the area where the classrooms were and I saw Sam outside. Since Salih was talking about the NS-checkup just now, I thought I went and ask Sam how he managed to get over that section...&lt;i&gt;The private part section.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol! I thought that he would go crazy when the whatever the person was called(I don't think it's a doctor in army suit)asked sam to pull down his pants and underwear to check his penis.&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, let's be matured about it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Class started, then Adam introduced us to some flash websites where people can buy those flash templates and use/modify it. He continue saying that if we can do equally good like those creators, we also can earn millions like them. After that, he introduced us to another website with some flash tutorial in it.&lt;p&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.oman3d.com/tutorials/flash/simple_website/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;teaches how to create a simple flash website, which actually includes the preloader, buttons, and the contents to where the buttons would show. Quite interesting though, never thought that it could actually be done with flash when previously we were learning it with Dreamweaver.&lt;p&gt;Then under this site there's this advertisement that leads to another &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonsmart.com"&gt;flash website&lt;/a&gt;...I think that was where onion(nick for Ann yen) found this flash game that resembled alot like Maplestory.&lt;p&gt;Adam went off, Chester came in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5426716576378506020?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5426716576378506020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5426716576378506020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5426716576378506020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5426716576378506020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-wednesday-morning.html' title='It&apos;s a wednesday morning...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5304697606715669306</id><published>2007-10-23T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:58:35.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging in school...</title><content type='html'>Hm. Word is that ITE has just received an IBM award...They even gave us a holiday last Tuesday...Well, from a lousy school with a bad impression to one that stands on top of the world, I must say I am pretty impressed with my own school. Even though some may just say that although ITE has won awards, it's after all still ITE. After what the movie, "I not stupid" has laughed about ITE as "It's The End", I think it has really deeply impacted the reputation of ITE itself.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, currently having this 3D modelling using a 3D software called Rhinocerous, short for Rhino. Rhino actually reminds me of the latest super sentai series titled as Jyken Sentai. Basically it's the Japanese version of Power Rangers.&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;eew,power rangers?! so childish..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, you'll probably be thinking of that now. But it's not as childish as it seems. Though it is demostrated as a Kids TV show in the US, I personally think that lots of Japanese grew up with this show and some may be still catching the latest series of it. After all they have adults acting in it, that doesn't make them childish right?&lt;p&gt;Anyways, with regards to the Smitfraud post below, apparently it keeps popping out in my honey's laptop. So I went to do more research and this is what I have found:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pchell.com/support/smitfraud.shtml"&gt;New SmitFraud research&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that I can try on her computer today...hopefully. For now, it's breaktime and I'm going to get back to catch up with whatever that I've missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5304697606715669306?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5304697606715669306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5304697606715669306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5304697606715669306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5304697606715669306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-blogging-in-school.html' title='I&apos;m blogging in school...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1181276089170188213</id><published>2007-10-22T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:26:48.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitfraud...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...been hearing lots of this kind of thing going around as a video link...well sad to say, this is a trojan/spyware that allow hackers to access your computers...&lt;p&gt;Of course, where there are problems, there will be solutions...here it is...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://siri.urz.free.fr/Fix/SmitfraudFix_En.php"&gt;The solution...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those computer geeks out there, not knowing what is this thing, refer to this website for more information...However, do not follow anything that has to do with money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourtechonline.com/art13_smitfraud.php"&gt;The information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there you have it...seriously, I had quite a trouble with this on &lt;i&gt;my honey's&lt;/i&gt;laptop till I had to switch off its Wi-fi and leave it popping up all of the alerts...It's quite a disaster...That is with Technology.&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to buy a new CPU cover, plus I have found a store who has the lowest price to put all the hardware back into the CPU. I guess soon before Christmas, I'll be sitting in front of my computer again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1181276089170188213?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1181276089170188213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1181276089170188213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1181276089170188213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1181276089170188213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/smitfraud.html' title='Smitfraud...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8640408907656263267</id><published>2007-10-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:40:45.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS medical checkup...</title><content type='html'>well lucky me...I get to use my parents' laptop the day before my NS medical checkup just to find out where the place is. Well, actually I'm really quite anxious about tommorrow's checkup. At the same time, feeling sad for myself. I wonder why they all have plan to meet up and all go together but just never happened to inform me. I had to ask my father where the place is(since he's a cab driver). He explained to me that it was quite near to my attachment area; around Alexandra Road. Sad to say, I kind of feel that they are leaving me out of this meeting together and going there.&lt;p&gt; This set me thinking...Why would they want to do that.&lt;p&gt;I asked guy A where the place was...he said he had no idea. I asked guy B, and he said they were all meeting at commonwealth. When i asked what time, no reply. Obviously trying to kick me out of their clique. I have to admit, I feel no better than my honey who has the exact cold treatment from her friends. Of course, there are the friendly people...like the malay guys. Man I must actually say, I'm better off mixing with them...but still, they love to talk in their malay language...&lt;p&gt;I guess this is more of a friendship checkup than a medical one...I must say that it is an unhealthy result...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8640408907656263267?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8640408907656263267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8640408907656263267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8640408907656263267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8640408907656263267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/ns-medical-checkup.html' title='NS medical checkup...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4640782160664804791</id><published>2007-10-02T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:36:53.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPU under maintenance? heh..</title><content type='html'>Well...CPU is under maintainence for now...so basically won't be using computer at home...till I actually do something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this happened because my CPU got taken away by my parents. Well, not to worry for now because what they are keeping now is actually an empty CPU cover; everything is totally dismantled except for the built in card reader. That's really a pity because it's really the special thing about that CPU. But hopefully when I buy a new CPU cover, I will know how to assemble everything back and computer usage will be back soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, it's the critical week for preparing for my honey's birthday...I sort of just officially started planning because I needed to get my salary from Andersen's. But it's really a disappointment because they deducted 50cents per hour from my pay because I was late. I got no comments to say about this, I just passed this to my ex-manager and asked him to double check from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do hope that I can make it a special day for her on 11 Oct. It's after all her birthday as well as our 1st year 2nd mnth anniversary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off till the next update...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4640782160664804791?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4640782160664804791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4640782160664804791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4640782160664804791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4640782160664804791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/10/cpu-under-maintenance-heh.html' title='CPU under maintenance? heh..'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3368616412273050107</id><published>2007-09-20T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:36:33.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late posts...</title><content type='html'>well once again its time to update my blog...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently went to Pasir Ris beach with my honey, junjun, yati and rara...it was Yati's birthday that day...i think my honey and jun really did a great job in "organizing" that day...It really pays off when Yati really enjoyed herself..&lt;br&gt;sad to say, i left my handphone in my honey's house...so no pictures...most of the pictures were taken by Yati...guess it's better so she can keep the memories...&lt;p&gt;Anyways, it's been quite a while since i quit Andersen's. Kind of missed working..at Marina square that is. My new job is at Pearl Centre, to sell handphones i think... I'm not really that sure, have to wait till this coming sunday.I'm quite nervous and excited for this job....looks interesting. Well...went to Chinese Garden with Jian Li and my honey on Monday. Jian Li is a full timer in Andersen's from china. She actually came to Singapore because of some relationship problems.Anyway,I have some pictures to upload later after I finish blogging.Been boring this few days...now currently spending my holidays looking for jobs with my honey...I guess it's good since now we have more time for each other, not like when we have school and when we're like so busy and all. If my holidays were to continue eternally, it will be good. I bet I will enjoy life like that!! Then I'll go look for a full time job and then enjoy myself with the 1k plus salary that I will have...that is if I have a full time job.&lt;p&gt;It's 3.36am in the morning. Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3368616412273050107?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3368616412273050107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3368616412273050107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3368616412273050107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3368616412273050107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/09/late-posts.html' title='late posts...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4064889257759239456</id><published>2007-09-16T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:42:34.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Free from Andersen's of Denmark. Well not exactly since they owe me my salary. Really thanks to Noor that I can have yesterday, 14 Sept as my last day in Suntec City. I really cannot stand the favouritism of Siaw Ling.&lt;p&gt; My working life at Andersen's was only below average when I really enjoyed myself in Marina Square. The thrill of working there during the month of August just bubbles up that I simply want to transfer over. Until when Siaw Ling came into the picture and just have to spoil everything. Seriously, I don't know what is going on on the upper hand but it's really because Chee Kin left as the Operations Manager which gave Devin a chance to go into office.&lt;p&gt;At first, he sounded as if he really hated Andersen's. But after getting the promotion as cafe operations manager, he totally changed. On the good side, he's doing his job. On the bad side, doing it too inflexible. These are the people that will go according to the book and will not accept any adjustments. These are the people that will bring the downfall of a good company. &lt;p&gt;On the other hand, the other kind of people; the flexible ones. They are the people that will be appreciated and fun to be with. When I was at Marina Square after Noor came back, he said he wanted to transfer me to Marina Square but he couldn't do it immediately because he said there are eyes looking. So he decided that he will temporarily transfer me over for a period of time and when no one notices i will stay till maybe I'm called back. &lt;p&gt;So now, the battle between good and evil in a company is called working politics. I always try to understand that there's always a standard procedure to follow for companies like Andersen's where there are alot of outlets and franchises. I mean, if I were the chairman I would definitely want every store to have a standard procedure in handling everyday business so that every customer that go to the different outlet would receive the same treatment. I have seen customers saying that they enjoy some kind of benefit at some outlet but not when I'm serving them. It just seem so unfair for them. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's time to move on with life and start the new job with a fresh new impression of it. Hopefully, I can start my new job next week because I am going to Chinese garden with my honey and Jian Li to Chinese garden to celebrate Mooncake Festival.&lt;p&gt;Signing off. &lt;br /&gt;p.s will be changing blogskin soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4064889257759239456?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4064889257759239456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4064889257759239456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4064889257759239456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4064889257759239456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7068689686945159550</id><published>2007-09-12T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:34:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugging for exam...</title><content type='html'>I guess it's not really a good idea to update my blog on a saturday...&lt;br /&gt;reason because i got work usually on that day and then followed by a morning shift on sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now...the official update-blog day would be wednesday; the middle of the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gotta go back to study for C maths...&lt;br /&gt;man. probability is sure a pain in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7068689686945159550?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7068689686945159550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7068689686945159550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7068689686945159550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7068689686945159550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/09/mugging-for-exam.html' title='mugging for exam...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3421658089022703831</id><published>2007-09-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:13:50.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 types of chinese....</title><content type='html'>haha...during work today, i figured out that there are 3 types of chinese people; &lt;br /&gt;First. The chinese who speak perfect chinese but know nuts about english, or trying to learn Englihs.&lt;br /&gt;Second, the chinese who speak English quite nicely, but speaks kindergarten chinese.&lt;br /&gt; Finally, the chinese who speaks chinese nice and well but uses the wrong words.&lt;p&gt;Simply hilarious...&lt;p&gt; There were 3girls who came in and ordered 3 cafe lattes and a mushroom and steak pie. After ordering and the food was delievered, they called for me and asked about if we had some "jiao tang" (first pronouciation of jiao, third pronouciation of tang). I was like "huh?" Then i went to ask little red(siew hong). She asked little zero(siawling/shallin) and she told me it's church.&lt;p&gt; logically, I highly doubt that they would want to go  to some church or maybe even not possible, look for some church. So i told little red to go ask them what they wanted. Then before she went, i saw one of the girls went to the utensils side and took a fork. After that small red went over, and they said nothing. &lt;p&gt;First impression; jiao tang= fork? &lt;br /&gt; After that, when they went over to the cashier to pay for the food they asked about something which i totally do not understand. Luckily little red was nearby...the girl then asked for a "fa piao". And little red asked them to wait while she find the previous bill, print the receipt and gave it to them.  She actually commented that she used the wrong word. That girl literally asked for the "fine" ticket instead of a receipt.&lt;p&gt; Today's work was really tiring. I had headache all day till 930 but came back home feeling totally ok. Maybe it was because i slept on the train...but I feel so disgraced as a singaporean with people like little zero who speaks such lousy english. She's not worthy to be on the step scooping ice-cream for foreigners as well as local people. It's like...it's 100x worse than singlish. No, more like "malaysiaglish". She's really messing up my work life in Andersen's. I just did a few wrongs here and there and she wants me to go dine-in area. Who is she to order me? Team leader? ha. The first page of the communication book states that siaw ling is in charge when noor is not around. Logically, since noor is around, she should be standing aside and let noor be in charge.&lt;p&gt;I say, she's not worth that position of a team leader. A team leader does not behave the way she behaves nor have that kind of conduct. In fact, if i were Christopher(The CEO of Andersen's i think), I would want all team leaders and above to have at least GCE o level's passes, minimum one pass and English included. Just like macDonald's. Some of the ex-colleagues whom i know in MacDonald's couldnt move up because they have no o levels. But in that case, i believe they highly deserve it, not like that little zero.&lt;p&gt;It's monday already and there's rope adventure later. Have to reach school at 8...hopefully i wont be late.&lt;p&gt;Hopefully...Here's a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3421658089022703831?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3421658089022703831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3421658089022703831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3421658089022703831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3421658089022703831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-types-of-chinese.html' title='3 types of chinese....'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8241867680068963977</id><published>2007-08-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:07:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided that i will update my blog every weekend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lots of things have happened over the MIA period...for more info, just visit my princess' &lt;a href="www.xia0jessheav3n.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. School is almost nearing to the exams...I'm sort of excited because i have lots of confidence to pass this exam. But exam is after all an exam...and i have chapters that i still cannot grasp and master...&lt;br /&gt; But for now, the project is of utmost importance...figuring out the codes alone is tedious enough...haiz. will blog again in about 3days time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8241867680068963977?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8241867680068963977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8241867680068963977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8241867680068963977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8241867680068963977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-decided-that-i-will-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5172055760276901386</id><published>2007-08-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:59:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its after all a government sch...</title><content type='html'>*21Aug07*&lt;br /&gt;woke up extremely late today...totally missed out c maths revision that prethi gave...and i even missed csv...heard that they were playing a game called taboo...damn. I got 2nd place for that game years ago and im missing it...reached sch around 1050hours...just nice some bell rang...then the security guard took out a sign tat reads fire drill...then he asked us to go the other side to enter the school. The other guy went to lock the school gate...pity those guys outside...      then i called them to see if they were on their way down...true enough they came amd then we went to the field...balqis took her pink umbrella out and some of them went to squeeze in...saiful took out his and covered his shasha...next sam took out his to cover serene they all and of coz together with the girls...serene and gang...come to think of it, i don't really know them that well and didnt really interact with them...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood in the sun for quite some time...then after that we were then relseased back to our classes...we waited for awhile near the lift so that the crowd is cleared...after which we go back up BUT only to realize that Mr Ray wanted to continue tommorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Went to Care lesson on the other side...Adam was there. Signed some papers for exam and then after hearing the annoucement for some rope adventure thing on 3rd sept, we were relseased...&lt;p&gt;That was the end of school..I MISSED C MATHS REVISION!!! sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5172055760276901386?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5172055760276901386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5172055760276901386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5172055760276901386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5172055760276901386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-after-all-government-sch.html' title='Its after all a government sch...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6412311399651363480</id><published>2007-08-19T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:08:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Noor...</title><content type='html'>I guessed this is what the staffs at Marina Square is feeling...so this MV is dedicated to Noor...which is now being transferred to Suntec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/DZQ76mvi4C/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/DZQ76mvi4C/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="249" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6412311399651363480?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6412311399651363480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6412311399651363480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6412311399651363480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6412311399651363480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/08/dedicated-to-noor.html' title='Dedicated to Noor...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2450476907304925112</id><published>2007-08-19T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:05:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone...!</title><content type='html'>A tragic thing has happened.&lt;p&gt;My phone's firmware was updated...without BACK-UP!!! omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my games, apps, beautiful customized profiles are gone...all gone.&lt;p&gt;but hopefully with the new firmware, it gets faster...haiz. guess have to rebuild everything once again, step by step...&lt;p&gt;what am i still online...i got work tommorrow at 10am...with Noor!! Man..this is the first time working with noor at suntec...really hope that he will teach me all the pastries and puffs tommorrow...&lt;p&gt;SLEEP!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2450476907304925112?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2450476907304925112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2450476907304925112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2450476907304925112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2450476907304925112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-phone.html' title='my phone...!'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1532873988414037324</id><published>2007-08-18T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:11:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st anniversary!!</title><content type='html'>wah...took me quite some time just to do this post...been wanting to do it, but always forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;The starting was really really bad...our initial plan was to go for a haircut and at the same time get to have free styling by Jeffrey. But thanks to my sleepines, i woke up at 9am which was the time we're supposed to meet...but there was some discussion saying meeting at 10am on msn...so it's kind of confusing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i rode my bike to Punggol Plaza in &lt;b&gt;long sleves&lt;/b&gt;...omg. My whole back was partially wet by sweat. The guy took my bike for 40bucks after negotiation from 30...lol. Im quite a bargainer myself.&lt;br /&gt;I met my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt; at Punggol Plaza and we made our way up to the lrt station. First stop was at City Hall. We had our lunch there and I took her to Robinsons for a little surprise...at first wanted to run away to buy it secretly but think she guessed i was going to sneak away...haha...Bought her a bubble gun; some toy that shoot alot of bubbles. After that, we made our way down to City Hall station and headed off to Bugis. That was the 2nd stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we reached Bugis, my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt; wanted to play a game...we were supposed to leave each other to get the thing that we want to give to the other party. heh. Of course, I went to get her flowers; 6roses for 50bucks. I thought it's time to increase the number of flowers since last time i bought only 3. Of course, 50bucks is..somewhat a bomb. Surprisingly she got me a handphone pouch with "customized" words on it. Haha...actually it was stickers...then we went to take neoprints at 3rd floor. Really nice because it was considered a new machine...&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we went to Rochor Centre to get her a balloon. Well, it was quite a good deal actually...a helium foil balloon for $6...and its heart-shaped. Bought those fireworks sticks together as well. Initial plan was to light up her downstairs roof garden with the words "happy anniversary"...but thought that how am i supposed to light up each firework stick all at the same time...haha. So dropped the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting her balloon, we went to take the MRT to somerset...went to Cinelesisure...had quite a scene there. Her balloon flew up at More than words and a guy went all the way up to get it for her. That guy climbed the ladder up till the handle of the ladder and used a stick to somehow hook onto the balloon...Yeah, i admire his bravery but disliked his action as it was supposed to be &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; saving the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more and found that there was nothing much here. Then we left for Hereen. At hereen we walked a few rounds to find Mini toons but to no avail. Guessed the shop closed down. Bought the heart shaped wallet that rara wanted since it was 2 for 10bucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Walked around and decided to take a break at Graffiti. Continued to walked again, decided then to make our way to City hall again to go for New york new york. I ordered the meatball sphgetti and yucks. The meatball taste really weird and the sphgetti was little as well...We took quite alot of pictures here...And we even had a chance to make our own cotton candy...haha...I had a go on it...was kind of interesting...but actually they should have removed the cover because instead of the normal going one round they only allowed straight lines...so the stick that we held was going &lt;---- and ----&gt; continously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are some of the pictures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNDM847I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9aQt5QxDSTM/s1600-h/11082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNDM847I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9aQt5QxDSTM/s320/11082007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100082710613648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/spider_man_3/tobey_maguire/spiderman5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/spider_man_3/tobey_maguire/spiderman5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tested my phone because the front camera wasnt working...&lt;br /&gt;i figured i looked abit like new peter parker with that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of mine...i think 67% similar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNDM848I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6wOkeu8orZQ/s1600-h/11082007003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNDM848I/AAAAAAAAAEU/6wOkeu8orZQ/s320/11082007003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100082710613648322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;haha...my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNTM849I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3-T86gmvfiA/s1600-h/11082007004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNTM849I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3-T86gmvfiA/s320/11082007004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100082714908615634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was the leftovers after we ate...notice the gigantic cup? That was the size of the root beer float...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNjM84-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yYBkSXiSgSo/s1600-h/11082007006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciNjM84-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yYBkSXiSgSo/s320/11082007006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100082719203582946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eating cotton candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciODM84_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q0vV7FtAH24/s1600-h/11082007012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RsciODM84_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q0vV7FtAH24/s320/11082007012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100082727793517554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught this poster right next to our table..indeed. super sinful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we left New York New York for the Alkaff bridge that we wanted to find alot of times...basically we took a cab two times just to find where the bridge was. Meanwhile, something happened...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostinspace89.multiply.com/video/item/17/11082007.mp4"&gt;something happened...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah ha. I won't say what it is so you guys go check it out. It's really cool. When we reached the bridge, we saw joe jin...she was actually going to find her boyfriend who is working at the restaurant nearby... then we took alot of pictures also...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsLTM85AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4zXd1ix1Ga8/s1600-h/11082007013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsLTM85AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4zXd1ix1Ga8/s320/11082007013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100093675665155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally found the alkaff bridge...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsLzM85BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H9IJ-w3LRKY/s1600-h/11082007016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsLzM85BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/H9IJ-w3LRKY/s320/11082007016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100093684255089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us with some mini fireworks...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsMDM85CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GDV3LHgsdDs/s1600-h/11082007018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsMDM85CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GDV3LHgsdDs/s320/11082007018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100093688550056994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbling effect at the wrong place...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsMzM85DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WB4prVuHQ34/s1600-h/11082007014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsMzM85DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WB4prVuHQ34/s320/11082007014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100093701434958898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsNjM85EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A_47Itgd8II/s1600-h/11082007031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscsNjM85EI/AAAAAAAAAFU/A_47Itgd8II/s320/11082007031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100093714319860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe Jin and her boyfriend...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we left at around 11pm...then we made our way to chinatown...was really quite a long walk...but we still reached the mrt eventually. The two of them took bus instead...and...&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTURES!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscwHDM85FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I-6TZIstc7E/s1600-h/11082007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscwHDM85FI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I-6TZIstc7E/s320/11082007033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100098000697222226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscwHTM85GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sKpu2VC7T1g/s1600-h/11082007038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RscwHTM85GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sKpu2VC7T1g/s320/11082007038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100098004992189538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sleepy 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type='html'>(Decided not to go school...so here's the post...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is National Day...went out with &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt;, junn and yati to Marina Square to catch the fireworks...basically i'll most likely let the pictures tell the story...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when we we on the train...on the way to city hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vIlzzRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TK_F67B9iQ0/s1600-h/SSL10864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vIlzzRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TK_F67B9iQ0/s320/SSL10864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096795756408589586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vIlzzSI/AAAAAAAAACE/c-VXQCrwNUU/s1600-h/SSL10865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vIlzzSI/AAAAAAAAACE/c-VXQCrwNUU/s320/SSL10865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096795756408589602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vYlzzTI/AAAAAAAAACM/UKLxVnqhkcQ/s1600-h/SSL10866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt0vYlzzTI/AAAAAAAAACM/UKLxVnqhkcQ/s320/SSL10866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096795760703556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have something to eat...and came in to Andersen's...had some really ghastly pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt1b4lzzUI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRtHe5F0GrQ/s1600-h/SSL10871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt1b4lzzUI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRtHe5F0GrQ/s320/SSL10871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096796525207735618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4FYlzzVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gCruLJ3GS3A/s1600-h/SSL10872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4FYlzzVI/AAAAAAAAACc/gCruLJ3GS3A/s320/SSL10872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096799437195562322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4GIlzzWI/AAAAAAAAACk/tJRiP3_1RqE/s1600-h/SSL10875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4GIlzzWI/AAAAAAAAACk/tJRiP3_1RqE/s320/SSL10875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096799450080464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4GolzzXI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNBueH6ealE/s1600-h/SSL10873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4GolzzXI/AAAAAAAAACs/GNBueH6ealE/s320/SSL10873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096799458670398834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4HYlzzYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BOW1rePWRFQ/s1600-h/SSL10877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt4HYlzzYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BOW1rePWRFQ/s320/SSL10877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096799471555300738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...ghastly picture...lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt6lolzzZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/e_Ik6LPbPX4/s1600-h/SSL10881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt6lolzzZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/e_Ik6LPbPX4/s320/SSL10881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096802190269599122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our fondue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt8KIlzzaI/AAAAAAAAADE/-dmvcphoWjU/s1600-h/SSL10893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt8KIlzzaI/AAAAAAAAADE/-dmvcphoWjU/s320/SSL10893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096803916846452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt8KolzzbI/AAAAAAAAADM/pTVdnNNn_rs/s1600-h/SSL10898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt8KolzzbI/AAAAAAAAADM/pTVdnNNn_rs/s320/SSL10898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096803925436386738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yati's chocolate wishing well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt_9olzzcI/AAAAAAAAADU/AsGnR8FuqlU/s1600-h/SSL10897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt_9olzzcI/AAAAAAAAADU/AsGnR8FuqlU/s320/SSL10897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096808100144598466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt_-IlzzdI/AAAAAAAAADc/EBWxskVaqSY/s1600-h/SSL10903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rrt_-IlzzdI/AAAAAAAAADc/EBWxskVaqSY/s320/SSL10903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096808108734533074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the funny video of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my princess&lt;/span&gt; and li jun...whahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostinspace89.multiply.com/video/item/13/national_day_Andersens_video"&gt;national day_Andersens video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;wish i could embed...but no idea how to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Andersen's we went shopping...went to 3rd floor to yolanda's mum store...then shopped around somemore for clothes...etc. Eventually it was around 5pm and we went to have dinner...caught a scene from the sky at the foodcourt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruB6YlzzfI/AAAAAAAAADs/uJ06UA-uOQE/s1600-h/SSL10905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruB6YlzzfI/AAAAAAAAADs/uJ06UA-uOQE/s320/SSL10905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096810243333279218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we wanted to cross over to Esplanade but most of the roads were blocked...wanted to go by underpass but...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruCwolzzgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jL9AT9HLRmg/s1600-h/SSL10907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruCwolzzgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jL9AT9HLRmg/s320/SSL10907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096811175341182466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at the crowd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruDrolzzhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5U9tc-NWKYw/s1600-h/SSL10910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RruDrolzzhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5U9tc-NWKYw/s320/SSL10910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096812188953464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update@10aug*&lt;br /&gt;Some were blocked and we went up at the other side opposite to Esplanade...there was still a huge crowd but we managed to squeeze through...I was there thinking...why are we rushing to cross over when people are staying put here as we move along?&lt;p&gt;It's logical to say that fireworks shoot up in the sky and you can see it from anywhere no matter where you are...but complicated things do happen and in the end we ended up squeezing with a huge crowd at one of the junction corners in front of fullerton...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From there, i held jun's hand in one hand, and the other holding on to my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt;...i didnt want to let go of both of them...could be dangerous if ever they were to fall and even get trampled on...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after tat we made our way back...further up this time...and then we somehow somewhat ended up walking near padang where there was live broadcast on a huge tv.&lt;br /&gt;I suggested going to the fields there because it's big enough and i predicted everyone will most likely stand up to watch the fireworks when it shoot from the back of the NDP stage...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed, we saw the fireworks...and here it is...there's some comotion going on behind the scenes...so yeah bear with the "shoutings"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostinspace89.multiply.com/video/item/14/SSL10913.AVI"&gt;fireworks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;jkjk&gt;&lt;/jkjk&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-209722816957554600?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/209722816957554600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8667264289721452799</id><published>2007-08-10T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:57:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIAed....</title><content type='html'>Well...MIA-ed for quite some time...now it's time to get back into action!! basically, lots of things happened after i paused for blogging...went to xiaxue's blog and saw lots of comments and I myself had lots of comments to those...&lt;br /&gt;Racial harmony was over...now it's National Day celebration!! Went over to Marina Square to watch the fireworks...and as usual it was very packed...I tried to take pictures as much as possible to show the whole day's event...Will be doing the "story-telling" most likely on Sunday...&lt;p&gt;Was sick for the past week...had sore-throat, then flu and then somehow got cough...logically it's definitely not related...since it's 3 different parts; throat-way below the mouth, flu-for nose, cough-lungs most likely?&lt;br /&gt;Then no choice had to go to work...lol...had to say it was "my bloody sunday"...hahas...I accidentally dropped a fondue plate and my hand was cut...blood just flowed out of my body...then basically all the necessary actions were taken...stop bleeding, had a rest, did simple tasks in helping during closing time...etc. The wound lasted for about a week before i can even literally bathe &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; properly...&lt;p&gt;Don't think nonsense. I did bathe properly...just wasn't that &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; properly...lol..if u get wat i mean...&lt;p&gt; Had lots of quarrels with my &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt; for small little things...but it's after all, small little things that need small amount of time to settle...like what I would say...&lt;b&gt;Behold...the power of meeting your love...&lt;/b&gt; Somewhat, somehow...everything is half solved, the rest depends on the date...&lt;p&gt; Yeah, basically that's the summary of everything that i've missed in blogging...of course I left out things like tests, and Samuel during the National Day observance Ceremony...omg. I can still remember what Ken said...&lt;br /&gt;"We must laugh in respect to his joke...if we don't laugh at his joke, would he like it? If I tell a joke, and u go, ha...ha...ha... would you like it? Samuel make us laugh, so we must laugh..."&lt;br /&gt;Roughly that way...in my version...might missed out some parts here and there...&lt;p&gt;All will be done on the next post...Signing off and GOING TO SLEEP!!&lt;p&gt;wonder if i should go school tommorrow since it's like holidays for secondary school and below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8667264289721452799?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8667264289721452799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8667264289721452799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8667264289721452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8667264289721452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/08/miaed.html' title='MIAed....'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8666205138542610032</id><published>2007-07-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:30:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dripping nostrils...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha...my nose is raining...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols...evey now and then is like...suddenly i feel something rolling down my nose...and then nearly touch my lips...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;Just now met up with &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt; and her friends...the usual people...but today Drayson and Angel came as well...&lt;br /&gt;and yes...once again...our dearest hamster is &lt;b&gt;LATE&lt;/b&gt;...haha...&lt;p&gt;Then we took turns each to play on the swing...except for me I guess...Then junn was there...asking yati to take photos...seems like a must thing to do...Then somehow with Drayson, the whole atmosphere seem to be more cheerful and laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to Compass Point after Angel keep complaining that it's hot...lol...well, black does absorb heat...haha...&lt;p&gt;Tommorrow's a Saturday...yay. Seems like it takes forever for weekends to come and a split second for it to be gone...looking forward to tommorow...cause it's PAYDAY! &lt;p&gt;Signing off...nose rain are faling...falling...FALLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8666205138542610032?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8666205138542610032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8666205138542610032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8666205138542610032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8666205138542610032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/dripping-nostrils.html' title='dripping nostrils...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8703537158171847142</id><published>2007-07-24T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:34:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTQ</title><content type='html'>GTQ....what does that mean...&lt;br /&gt;It means the Great Tampines Queue... &lt;p&gt;Yeah, lame. but trust me..it is the great tampines queue that I just experienced...in fact, it's not just the first time...it's been since year1 till now that I see such long queues at Tampines Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, there's only one bus that arrives in front of my school; ITE college East a.k.a Simei ITE, and that is bus 31. &lt;p&gt;If only I could take a picture of it...So far, I heard of solutions like shuttle buses, short services buses(31A), etc. But I think it is not enough. If only there were more buses coming to my school, I think that the problem would be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, since they are not using that solution, it probably would mean that another problem would arise.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam is going crazy because of ichigo; strawberry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8703537158171847142?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8703537158171847142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8703537158171847142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8703537158171847142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8703537158171847142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/gtq.html' title='GTQ'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5037761829186403914</id><published>2007-07-23T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:49:56.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school never ends...!! part 2**UPDATED**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rqdvp4lzzMI/AAAAAAAAABU/MC2BoBAJE6c/s1600-h/22072007678-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091160669121924290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rqdvp4lzzMI/AAAAAAAAABU/MC2BoBAJE6c/s320/22072007678-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love my edited picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqdvqIlzzNI/AAAAAAAAABc/DihstScp-_E/s1600-h/22072007715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091160673416891602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqdvqIlzzNI/AAAAAAAAABc/DihstScp-_E/s320/22072007715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOOz4lzzII/AAAAAAAAAA0/bKAaQkILPM0/s1600-h/22072007671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090069025874234498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOOz4lzzII/AAAAAAAAAA0/bKAaQkILPM0/s320/22072007671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOT9IlzzKI/AAAAAAAAABE/37eBpU1Wr44/s1600-h/22072007680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090074682346163362" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOT9IlzzKI/AAAAAAAAABE/37eBpU1Wr44/s320/22072007680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOU-olzzLI/AAAAAAAAABM/M6Zj79NTUF0/s1600-h/22072007714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090075807627594930" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/RqOU-olzzLI/AAAAAAAAABM/M6Zj79NTUF0/s320/22072007714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...unfortunately...that is all i have for today's outing...*sad* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because most of it was accidentally deleted...[sorry guys...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5037761829186403914?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5037761829186403914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5037761829186403914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5037761829186403914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5037761829186403914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-school-never-ends-part-2.html' title='high school never ends...!! part 2**UPDATED**'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_seqd8pNmtdc/Rqdvp4lzzMI/AAAAAAAAABU/MC2BoBAJE6c/s72-c/22072007678-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3802097530170503806</id><published>2007-07-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:51:04.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school never ends...!!</title><content type='html'>Yeap...today went out with &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt;, junn, radiah, and yati to Far East. Was really fun going shopping with them..Somehow although I wasn't part of their class, still i can still hang out with them as though we were all part of the same class. &lt;br /&gt; Really kind of sad for me...cause I find that I have to go to some other class to actually revive the old cvss days.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, we started off by meeting at 7-eleven at compass point...with our dearest &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;junjun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; late. whahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Then we head down to the MRT station to make our way to Far East at orchard. Took some pictures with &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt; as well as taking pictures for the girls.&lt;p&gt;Then arrived at Doby Ghalt, changed the train to orchard. When we arrived it was like, "aaah, so long never come here le..." kind of feeling. &lt;p&gt; We shopped and shopped and tried lots of clothes and shoes as well. Then they were all saying that rara was taking a long time to come..when jess received an sms saying that rara is bringing a guy with her to shop with us...&lt;br /&gt;wow...they were like so excited like as though they won some kind of lucky draw or something...lol&lt;br /&gt;anyways...rara came, the new guy was introduced...the name's keril a.k.a rara's potential guy. At first he seems to be like very quiet and all...then when we were at l.j.s he kind of like started to interact with us. Seems not bad a guy after all...Then we continued to shop...then made our way to Hereen to take neoprints...&lt;p&gt;haha..so long never been to hereen, and we didn't really remember where the neoprint shop was. Haha...we went one big round at the 2nd top floor and then realized that it was actually at the top floor. &lt;i&gt;lol.&lt;/i&gt; The neoprints were really lovely...i especially like the 4get me not...duh it was designed by yours truely...&lt;p&gt;And I do not have a sexy butt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3802097530170503806?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3802097530170503806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3802097530170503806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3802097530170503806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3802097530170503806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High school never ends...!!'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2063359072980092824</id><published>2007-07-22T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T05:01:43.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is said that&lt;/span&gt; "all parents would love their own children." &lt;br /&gt;But this phrase is becoming more and more untrue to me. Just yesterday afternoon, &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt; told me what her mother screamed about. She said that she was supposed to do her own clothes, cook her own food and alot of 'evil' things that would make people say, "what kind of mother is this?"&lt;br /&gt;She was given $10 today for going to study and was supposed to be back before 7pm or else she have to return the money back to her.&lt;p&gt;So is her mother trying to starve her?&lt;p&gt; I seriously don't know what her mother is trying to do. I guess that sentence is never true to some extent since there are cases filed for child abuse and all sorts of crappy stuffs done to child from their parents.&lt;p&gt;Good thing is that despite all the shitty treatment she receives, I believe that deep in her heart she still sees her as her mother and treat her the way a child should treat their parents. &lt;br /&gt; I just wished that her mother would just be more understanding and flexible towards her...like say example, her mum dislikes me calling her after 10pm. But looking at circumstances, sometimes this rule just has to be overlooked. What if there's an emergency and needs her to know asap?&lt;br /&gt;This kind of situation reminds me of the movie: Just Follow Law; whereby at the ending there was a fire scene. The fire truck arrives and parked at some VIP's area. The security guard approaches one of the firemen and said that this is a restricted area so they are not supposed to park there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First impression?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not flexible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, enough said about unhappy stuffs. Today's the day that &lt;i&gt;my princess&lt;/i&gt; is going to go out with junjun, rara, yati to Far East! It's been a looooong time since she's so happy and in this kind of mood...really hope she can enjoy herself and keep the memories forever...&lt;p&gt;Signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2063359072980092824?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2063359072980092824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2063359072980092824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2063359072980092824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2063359072980092824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day...'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8911458595630240807</id><published>2007-07-18T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:59:14.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time to update...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow. feels great to be back blogging.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, tons of events have been happening since the last post. Attachment ended, school started, 11th moniversary passed, and most importantly I'M BACK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now,  in school doing visual basic practice... some cock ups here and there...then I think i really missed out alot on visual basic.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to Project Meeting for the first time after attachment. Finally I can get to see new faces and all the 'juniors' that would be taking over us for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Omigosh, i feel so old...&lt;/i&gt;Now all I have to do is to finish lab 8.3...and we can be released!! yay. It's actually a new lecturer...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heck care, Im going off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8911458595630240807?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8911458595630240807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8911458595630240807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8911458595630240807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8911458595630240807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1480091388219074752</id><published>2007-06-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:02:20.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the countdown begin....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long...yet so near...seriously I think that alot of little kids are hoping that time would like literally stop for all eternity, while I whips time to move faster...it's just another 9more days to go before end of attachment....somehow it feels there's alot of mixed feelings within me...I kind of expected that I'll probably miss this place and all the people here but here I am waiting for the end of attachment. All the talks about work experience, learning something from attachment, etc...well 10weeks is indeed too much. In fact, I believe that it should stop at 9weeks because by rights, school holidays started this week as according to the College East handbook that I checked online. &lt;p&gt;It's really kind of sad for me...that I come to some place south of Singapore, wondering what my purpose for the day would be. Come in each day, sit down on the chair, write logbook if I forget the previous day and then go up to Pauline and Kathy(admin staffs in office) and ask them,"Got anything for me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;It's not like Andersen's where there's always something to do even when there's no customers. I can always sweep the floor or wash the dishes, clear the dishes from the dishwashing machine, wipe the fondue table to make it neat, or even level the ice-cream and I can even get a glance of how they make the fondue when there's only one or two customers. Yeah, true indeed I do have take the initiative to go up to them and ask...but come to think of it, everyday going up to them to ask for something to do? Then what's the purpose of attachment then...Initially before the attachment, my whole impression of attachment was that me(and the other student who is not around) come to attachment as if it's our future workplace...I want to have a purpose when I come to office but it seems like for the past 9weeks or so, I'm dragging myself to Pasir Panjang Road. &lt;p&gt;For now I really wish I could fast forward time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1480091388219074752?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1480091388219074752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1480091388219074752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1480091388219074752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1480091388219074752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-countdown-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5165647965955039403</id><published>2007-06-11T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:47:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wonderful weekend...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A weekend just passed in a flash...Saturday came and then we went out together with kelly to Sentosa...Was really looking forward to some 'colour' on my skin but guessed the sea water washed off the tanning oil on my body...I guessed this part was really quite a disappointment, especially when I didn't get my desired colour....&lt;br /&gt;Then before going to the beach we went to 7-11 to get some drinks and all...and a beach ball as well...Was there playing monkey with them...haha...Then Kelly was there saying about the sun and all and how hot it was...and she put alot of sun block lotion on her face...in fact it seemed more like &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much...Then after which we had some &lt;strong&gt;fun &lt;/strong&gt;in the water with the ball...wahahaha...there were alot of seaweed underneath and it's kind of scary at first, but after that I get used to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...I guess I have to continue later...me at the office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5165647965955039403?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5165647965955039403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5165647965955039403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5165647965955039403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5165647965955039403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1421544406536160160</id><published>2007-06-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:35:36.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crazy week...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been working for the whole of last week...from 29th May till 3rd June...that is way too crazy. People work for only 5days while I work like 7days in a row? And now 4th June, I still have to wake up with backaches all over to report to work at my attachment place...bad bad bad...&lt;p&gt;Currently am going to stop work at Andersen's temporarily because it's simply too draining and I seriously need a break...even as Im blooging right now...Im closing my eyes and typing at the same time...that is how tired I am...(don't try this at home unless you learned typing before)&lt;br /&gt;Last week was like so fast and furiuoos...I can still remembered how I crawl out of bed last Monday...and now it's another Monday again...And Iam so looking foward to the closure of this week because it's like after this week and next I will have 2weeks of holiday before reporting back tos chool!! THAT IS AWESOME...man. You don't know how much I missed school...how much I want to be in the lecture hall, listening to the lecturer talk. I am so sure that I will definitely get a car when I get my official full time work because it's like...Singapore really knows how to eat people's money up through GST, transport, even coffee and definitely time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1421544406536160160?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1421544406536160160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1421544406536160160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1421544406536160160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1421544406536160160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4864863882738035501</id><published>2007-05-23T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:53:07.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Close shave....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3years and 9months of being together was nearly over yesterday. Guessed that probably woke me up from my dream...a dream where my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;princess&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;would always be with me forever. I guessed that both of us were tired physically yesterday. It all happened when she told me that she was very tired, and that she had alot of things to carry; her laptop and her bag with a book the width of half the size of a human skull(ear to nose). I guess at that time I was a bit 'blur' as to what she really wanted me to do. I mean, I was at the south of Singapore and she was at the other end...I would definitely love to go to where she is and help her with carrying all the stuffs but I can't possibly to ask her to wait for me to come because it takes like forever for me to come? Haha.&lt;br /&gt; Well I guessed I probably wore the wrong shoes at that time...because in the past when I had my laptop, I used a backpack to carry my laptop and any other stuffs that I needed for school. I thought it might work for her case but well like I said, I wore the wrong 'shoes' (putting yourself in others' shoes...haha?) because I did not thought of the fact that she had back pain problems and anything that was  heavy that went over her back would cause her disastrous pain.&lt;p&gt;Guess I didn't really wear the shoe properly because if I did, the shoe wouldn't fit my foot and I would feel pain. If I had put my feet really into the shoes, I guess I wouldn't have said that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who don't understand what I am trying to say, put it simply I didn't really put myself in her shoes fully, but maybe half..that's why I could suggest such a silly idea and forget about her backpain.&lt;br /&gt;And after I asked her "Why don't you put everything into one bag, then it wouldn't be that difficult to carry." After which she broke out in frustration saying that it would be even worse and it would be even more heavier and causing pain to her instead. But one thing she said really put me into thinking...she just wanted me to console her, to comfort her about the problem that she is facing...just like in the past instead of just focusing on the practical solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt; Well, guess that's the problem with guys and girls. Guys see a problem and their head starts working like a machine and starts generating a solution. This is what it's called as head over heart.Girls, on the other hand, use their heart...Like comforting, consoling and saying some nice words to help lighten the situation. This, is then called heart over head.&lt;p&gt; We talked over it at her house downstairs. And my conclusion to this was that we really need to cool down. Yes, it's true that we both have different views about things, in fact who would have the same view about a certain thing? It is only when say example; person A and person B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person A: Hey do u think that blah blah blah is will work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person B: No I don't think so...i think that bleh bleh bleh will work better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person A: But how can that happen? half way through bleh bleh bleh will turn bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person B: Ah...why not we try to blu blu blu...it's like a bit of blah and a bit of blu...you think it will work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Person A: Not bad an idea...ok..then we shall use blu blu blu to do it...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get what I mean? When we come together, lay all our thinking, solutions, ideas out...is not a time to say who's idea is the best and who's idea is not realistic. It's where we see how we can improvise from one idea into something that will work out for both parties. This is never a time for critism, saying that "how can you think of such a stupid idea?" or "Have you consider that this would happen to so and so?" or "Why can't you use more of your heart to think?"&lt;p&gt; But whatever it may be, I think that it's time to stop whatever problems that we have, 'reformat' the whole relationship and start all over again like a clean relationship, no quarrels, arguements...just full of love for each other... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4864863882738035501?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4864863882738035501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4864863882738035501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4864863882738035501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4864863882738035501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-shave.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1027651747323422866</id><published>2007-05-22T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:03:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laziness to blog...haha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been quite some time since I last blogged eh? Yeah. Been lazy to blog recently...Computer at home is giving me problems again like I can't go into the user accounts from Control Panel. Well what can I say...it existed for quite some time already...&lt;p&gt;Lots of things have happened over the past few weeks...it's finally the 6th week of attachment and somehow I just can't wait for 4more weeks to come. But the feeling was dampened when I was told of a Project meeting on Wed which is tommorrow. The message read that the meeting was important and that if anyone doesn't turn up then he or she would be considered as not interested in Student Council anymore. This is utter childishness to me man. I really do hope that it wasn't the chairman or the excos who thought of it. haha...Then I called Desmond up to remind him that I'm on attachment till 22 June, and he said that I'm excused for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Well to this, there's two things happening; Luckily for me there's attachment, if not my &lt;em&gt;princess &lt;/em&gt;would be so unhappy about it that I'm going for the meeting. The second thing is, I simply can't imagine life after attachment when I'm back to school, going for all the meetings and start my commitment to Student Council. Not only that..would I be qurraelling over Student Council with my princess again? Oouchies...&lt;p&gt; But seriously, I really miss school alot. I really want to see what is Computing Maths all about...as well as the other modules that I will be having for the next half year.&lt;p&gt;Alright...it's going to be 6 soon...hopefully i'll continue at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1027651747323422866?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1027651747323422866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1027651747323422866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1027651747323422866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1027651747323422866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/05/laziness-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1055720130826460098</id><published>2007-04-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:41:42.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Computer down at home...AGAIN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiz...always have to be like this...even though it's already 3.0GHz and pentium 4...&lt;br /&gt;it just have to be down...It's seriously pathetic lah...Then even my ipod went against me...and now I can't put in the songs into my ipod...I'm left with nothing except my handphone...and the radio of course. &lt;p&gt;This week started off with a late wake-up because I had plans to make a visit to the doc's for my rashes that has been going on for quite some time already...It's really weird. I'm like getting scratches every night and sometimes in the afternoon where it's really hot and stuffy and I'm sweating like a human. It somehow gives me a feeling that it might actually be an allergy...&lt;br /&gt;At the doc's I told him about the rashes that I have been getting every night and that it somewhat looked like a mosquito bite. BUT...The thing is&lt;br /&gt;the rashes did not appear;&lt;br /&gt;there was only pimples appearing on my back;&lt;br /&gt;The doc could not come to a conclusion without looking at the rashes. &lt;p&gt;Argh! This is simply dumb. But still I got a few tablets and a cream to apply as well. Tuesday started off bad, with me waking up at 8am in the morning when I'm supposed to be awake by 7.15am. Luckily I wasn't that late...I entered in about 9plus...and I was quickly pushed to going out to the sites with the engineers by Kathy, the lady who was sort of in charge of me for my attachment. Well this is actually the first time after the first week that I'm asked to go out of Pasir Panjang and out into Singapore...in a van WITHOUT AIRCON!!! &lt;p&gt;The person who sort is the so called director, is called Ming Hui. Initially I thought it was a girl's name, since I haven't seen this person before. Then while in the van, Ming Hui asked me to do the introduction, then followed by the other engineers's names and introductions like where they are from...etc. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then the funny thing is that, when we were at the exit out of the building, he allowed the other vehicles of the other direction to go out first. Initially I thought because he did this to be gentlemanly as the other vehicle driver was a female. But no...it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because their cashcard didnt have enough money to pay for the parking fee and that they had to rush out as soon as the front vehicle was out before the barrier closes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;p&gt;Yes. Laugh out loud.&lt;p&gt;I was told that our destination was actually Punggol CC, which is at Hougang Ave 6. But Min Hui had to go there through Farrer Road then to Upper Thomson and then head down to Yio Chu Kang Road after which I lead him there via Buangkok Drive...Basically he literally went one big round before reaching his destination...&lt;br /&gt;After we reached the place, we were told that it was actually the wrong place...it wasn't the Punggol CC at Hougang, but it was the Punggol &lt;strong&gt;North &lt;/strong&gt;CC at Punggol 21 aka Edgedale Plains which is...I think exactly opposite to where my dear little princess lives...Haha.&lt;p&gt;Well, I have typed this post for two days, from 26th to 27th...and it's a FRIDAY now...so awesome man. in another 27hours i'll be getting my payslip which is so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;cheers people. signing out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1055720130826460098?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1055720130826460098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1055720130826460098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1055720130826460098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1055720130826460098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/computer-down-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-883814747524049330</id><published>2007-04-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:09:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Am I...really on attachment?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, i pondered on this question after the 2nd day of attachment. Sounds kind of bad eh? I mean it's like, everybody seems to be doing their own thing and I am here waiting for someone to tell me to do something, or at least give me something to do...whahahaha. Then it's like, in MSN messenger, those that went for attachment have at least the word, "bored" or "boring" or and word that is associated with boredom. Yup, just double checked my MSN and the time, 6.07pm...it's affirmative.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, that other guy that was supposed to come for attachment with me, came only on the first day and then somewhat disappeared for two days already. That alone, can easily earn him a &lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt; for this core module. Speaking of "&lt;b&gt;core&lt;/b&gt; module, sacastically speaking, it is indeed very core-ly...&lt;p&gt;Haha. Signing off from work...it's 6.10pm le!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-883814747524049330?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/883814747524049330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=883814747524049330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/883814747524049330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/883814747524049330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3701251595567212981</id><published>2007-04-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:25:38.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full time work cum attachment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's finally 16 April...Today's the first day of the attachment...can say that it's really quite slacking and extremely embarrassing. First thing is because that I wore long sleeve for attachment whereas everyone, including the guy from PIJ class also came in collar shirt and jeans..that was what Mr Roger advised us not to go in that attire...and I appeared so formal...in the end I end up moving and unpacking boxes...in &lt;b&gt;long sleeve&lt;/b&gt;..yes u got that right. Lol.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, what actually happened was that I took the train at around 8...then I reached Outram Park and changed to the train going towards Boon Lay...and alight at Queenstown Station. When I reached, it was only around 840+/-...quite early I must say. Then I didn't know which direction to take 51..because according to the website streetdirctory.com, it says that I can take 51 from the MRT station. so I went to both sides. The first side was the one with 7-eleven...luckily for that otherwise I would have fainted...coz i didnt have breakfast before coming out. Bought a small carton of chocolate milk...and checked if that was the correct direction. As I expected, it was going towards hougang Central...so I crossed over and surprisingly saw a bunch of people standing near the road as if waiting for something to come. Waited and waited for the bus to finally come.&lt;p&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I reached the place, I didn't really know where to enter into the building...so funny...I actually followed someone in hope that she would be going to the same place as me...but I realized she was going somewhere else..Then I turned back and realized that the entrance was just a few metres away...haha...On the way up to find the lift, I saw a guy heading towards the lift...as soon as both of us reached the lobby area, the lift came and he pressed 9. Immediately I know that he's the other attachment guy...I was like "omigosh, he's wearin collar t-shirt and I'm wearing long sleeve!!" then when entering into the place, I offically declared myself as too formally dressed. Then in came another guy, who was wearing long sleeves too...but, he was one of the manager.&lt;p&gt;Then while inside we were asked to fill in some application form, then get our I/C and student card to be photocopied...&lt;p&gt;Yeah there are really alot of things to say about the first day of attachment, and I can really go on and on and on...but well...to summarise everything, the first food that I ate there; the western food sucks big time...and then the place there is really strange and weird...it somehow looks like an office, but to me it does not seem like an office coz its so messy...and then I can slack there because the person say that, "I'll call you when &lt;b&gt;there's something for you to do&lt;/b&gt;...that..is the funniest thing I ever heard when I'm on attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3701251595567212981?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3701251595567212981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3701251595567212981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3701251595567212981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3701251595567212981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/full-time-work-cum-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8949837839943686247</id><published>2007-04-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:42:41.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tiring week indeed...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. This week is officially declared as a tiring one at 16.27pm, 9/4/07...even though it is only the first day. Why? &lt;p&gt;Because i am like working the whole week...&lt;b&gt;6days&lt;/b&gt; through. Well, if not for the fact that I missed 6days of work during the last week of March, I wouldn't want to do it.&lt;p&gt;Trust me. Cmon...I'm a part-timer, what you expect?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if nobody has noticed, I am working at Andersens of Dennmark at Suntec City level 1, just right below the escalator which is the weirdest thing that the management people have decided its location.&lt;p&gt;Today my &lt;u&gt;princess&lt;/u&gt; went to watch movie with her new classmates. Even though they only went through 4 days of orientation, it feels so great that they already have this bonding and the strength of their unity together as a class to actually arrange an outing and go out together as a class for a movie. But coming back to my case, it's really sad...I haven seen or heard from any of my classmates...be it ex-to-be classmates or what(cause we're all going to be going into different sectors). But well, we're all going for attachment anyway...so just kind of looking forward to see them in school once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8949837839943686247?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8949837839943686247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8949837839943686247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8949837839943686247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8949837839943686247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/tiring-week-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7533137580918874440</id><published>2007-04-07T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:13:19.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;identity has proved its importance...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder...if people are without an identity; eg. anybody just comes and go into any country, it might just be better...provided that humans have a good heart. But sometimes even with a good heart, bad things just have to happen and those innocent lives of people have to suffer or die. Just like for example, the movie Hotel Rwanda. It is actually somewhat like the racism outbreak in Sri Lanka where there is two groups of humans; one being the minor and the other the major group. They call themselves the Hutus(major) and the Tutsis(minor).&lt;p&gt;Due to these kind of stupid things, I just wished we were all the same. Innocent lives were taken just because of one simple stupid reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE ARE DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That is plain ridiculous. Because each of us have our own specialities, we find the others as either weird or unacceptable. Say for example my class; Samuel. The whole school knows about him because of his weird actions and the way he speak. Sometimes, I just feel kind of sad for him because during our projects, no one wants to partner with him to do it until when there's a odd group out with insufficient manpower, then they would pull Samuel in as a last resort.&lt;p&gt;And then there's another kind of occurance whereby a similar thing happens; the only different thing is, it is in groups. Just like Sri Lanka and Rwanda, a major and a minor group is involved.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok...alright...i'll continue after I come back..from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7533137580918874440?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7533137580918874440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7533137580918874440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7533137580918874440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7533137580918874440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/identity-has-proved-its-importance.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6337297588957316801</id><published>2007-04-04T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:50:39.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;bored...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bored bored bored...still enjoying my few days left of holidays...but going back to school on 10 and 11 april...&lt;br /&gt;Well. lots of things to blog recently. First of all, is my wonderful Andersens' of Dennmark at Suntec City. After my work last week on Friday, I went to get an MC for saturday and Sunday. Then when I returned back to work on Monday, something sort of happened the day before because it was like, zhaoyuan, one of the full timers who worked for almost a year, and siaw ling the new fulltimer who joined a month after i was recruited. When I reached there i saw siawling there eating breakfast. Few minutes later, Zhaoyuan came. Then both of them didnt really talk much. Their faces seem to be like so long and black at that time...but I thought it was because it's morning and then maybe they haven't really woken up. Then after I cleaned the dining area, I went in and Zhaoyuan smiled at me. From then i was assured that nothing much was going on. From 9plus the time flew...1021am, Zhaoyuan asked me to make cones. So i went to get the necessary items and made the "liquid" for making cones.&lt;br /&gt;Then while i was making cones, devin came in. I handed him my MC and continued on my cones. When devin came in to the store(as in storage), Zhaoyuan approached him and asked about something in a agitated tone.&lt;p&gt;Then they started to argue with each other...after that siaw ling joined in the qurrael. I really pity devin...He had to kneel down in front of zhao yuan and apologize even though he's the manager...&lt;p&gt;After everything settled down, it all turned out that Zhaoyuan found out that Devin was saying that she badmouthed Siawling. And when Zhaoyuan found out, she approached devin to get things sort out. Well all i can say is, as womanly as she is I find her actions in this matter kind of immature because I feel that as adults, we should all settle this in a calm and civilized manner, after all she was talking to her manager...how can she raise her voice? I mean, if she has a problem with the manager she can just approach him after work and sit down at the cafe and talk things out not just confront him in the middle of working and screaming and shouting all through the morning without bothering about the customers and the surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6337297588957316801?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6337297588957316801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6337297588957316801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6337297588957316801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6337297588957316801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6992887958349551254</id><published>2007-03-31T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:02:14.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's about time...time to...FALL SICK! Haha...&lt;p&gt;Currently having a bit of flu, sorethroat and cough. Medical fees cost me about $35 and two days MC which is quite worth it because it just so happened that I am working these two days...so it's really a relief in a way or so that I can finally REST. It's kind of dreadful you know...wake up in the morning and realize, "Oh man, I got to go for work later." And then it's like the same old thing...Serve customers, and clear the table after the humans are done with their munching, and the next one comes in. What a vicious cycle. Then from there I never get to step inside to help out with doing the fondues, the take away counters and not too forget the beverage and pastries as well. Here I am, serving customers while she(jess aka dar) is being FLOODED with chunks of order chits, fondues, smoothies and shakes(milk and thick). It's like we're in two different worlds, suffering yet the other party may see it as a good thing. Like how i wish I can be at the counter doing fondues, etc.&lt;p&gt;And then there's this newcomer full timer who is sort of supposed to take over the all knowing adhie, who is going to return back to his country after attachment in Singapore. Being a new comer, she of all people acts very big in front of me. When I want to serve the customers in the take away counter, she says"let me do it." It's not just once or twice, it's like most of the times when Devin is not around.&lt;p&gt;Haiz. Such people should not be in the F&amp;amp;B sector. They should go into office where they hold the "office politics" and compete by all means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6992887958349551254?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6992887958349551254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6992887958349551254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6992887958349551254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6992887958349551254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-about-time.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6744984198929145751</id><published>2007-03-21T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:47:04.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Month of March...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wonder what's up with the month of March. It seemed to be like the month of bad things. Just yesterday i was somewhat bombarded with alot of things. I got two camps coming my way; YAC(youth ave camp) as well as the BLAZE camp. Concidentally both are happening exactly one after the other. YAC is on 23rd-25th march and Blaze is 26th to 28th. I'll be like away from everything; my work, my relationship, my friends although I'm still in Singapore...&lt;p&gt;Basically there are three concerns that I have faced/am facing right now...&lt;p&gt;What will happen to Jessica on pre-camp and during the camp;&lt;br /&gt;To go or not to go for the YAC camp;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to tell my manager that I can't work during the three days;&lt;p&gt;Just a few days ago, one of the camp facilitators by the name of Lauren smsed me and informed me about the camp. It was like 2months ago before I actually signed up for this camp and wooh now it's all happening.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did mentioned that it was 2months ago and they did mentioned the date but I think I didn't recall it. So on the same day, Lauren smsed saying she'll see me on Fri...I was like wondering; I was told that the two camps happened one after another...so if BLAZE was on 26th to 28th then it should be on a thursday, not a friday.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that it was this friday; yeah. 23rd of March 2007 at 4pm, Republic polytechnic. That was like, Oh. My. God. I've got a schedule to meet, I've got Jessica to accompany to some medical checkup for her NYP thingy, and some fun and entertainment before I go for BLAZE camp on Monday, and suddenly &lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything just went down. No more fun, no more going out with Jessica until the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;When she heard the news, she broke down. I didn't exactly know what to do. Just on that Monday she kind of prevented me from going to the Project meeting when Desmond already said that if whosoever doesn't make it for this meeting he would assume that that person is no longer interested in SC. And now this stupid camp had to pop out out of nowhere, screw up my week and I can't withdraw from it.&lt;p&gt;Just one concern and so much to talk about...I got alot to blog, don't I? To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6744984198929145751?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6744984198929145751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6744984198929145751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6744984198929145751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6744984198929145751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/03/month-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5902141277874060964</id><published>2007-03-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:36:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm finally back!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well well...after so many months, I am finally back to blogging online. Alot of things have happened, and I've been wanting to spit it out from the very depth of my heart.&lt;p&gt;But. This is not the right place to do it as this is a place open to everyone in the world. Anybody can access this place, read about what happened in my life, be it good or bad. I guess it's just specifically what happened recently.&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS, today's the last day of school; exams and projects are finally over and its the last that I see or touch networking. Man..I really hate it. It seriously totally suck. I can't grasp anything from it. But now it's all over. Life's got to move on...and I seriously hope that I can make it into multimedia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5902141277874060964?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5902141277874060964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5902141277874060964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5902141277874060964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5902141277874060964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-finally-back-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-5972101859981156983</id><published>2006-12-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:12:34.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Two idiots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a little island there was a shopping centre. This shopping centre housed hundreds of shops. One particular restaurant is the Ichiban sushi restaurant; A restaurant that serves sushi and many other meat dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;On one particular Sunday when a worker was in the restaurant working, his manager who is damn idiotic came in to the "no-entry" room and told the person in there &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;who is washing the cups with a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manager: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah, never use soap to wash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Worker:(Feels like slapping that bastard): &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm am using the sponge!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look at the water and I know you're not using soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker:(boils up and whispers): F*** u assh***. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Worker continues to wash the cups. After washing, it was time to make some tea for the customers. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;While the hot water was running down to the teapot&lt;/span&gt;, this worker's friend passed by the room and said,&lt;br /&gt;Friend:"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, come outside and don't stay inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Worker:-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-5972101859981156983?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/5972101859981156983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=5972101859981156983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5972101859981156983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/5972101859981156983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2924700941978954149</id><published>2006-11-29T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:51:47.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;STUPID THUMBDRIVE!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my thumbdrive isn't working...i wonder how am i suppose to bring my comSkills presentation to school without a thumbdrive. Come to think of it, it was a big mistake started by me...&lt;p&gt;That day after a few days when i found my thumbdrive, I brought to school so that i would be able to take the SC photo shoot photos. Then it was like, the thumbdrive was already half full...because initially when i bought it i went to partition it...and i forgot the password...then that day when i want to recover my password, i accidentally press reformat. &lt;p&gt;*ARGH.*&lt;/p&gt; omg. Then since then, this stupid thumbdrive doesn't pop up the action thingy on every other computer that i plugged into, and everything in it is lost...i think.&lt;p&gt;Currently am now in class...not really understanding what the satay is talking about because of his indian accent(sorry to sound racist but it's really true). How i wish i can just buy a new thumbdrive...but im still broke because i feel like buying a 1GB thumbdrive...but come to think of it, i can still grab an extra thumbdrive at home or just use my ipod as a hard drive. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Just now was blog-surfing through some of my classmates' blogs. I am really beginning to think of what Ms Wong said last semester. She said something about the class that I am kind of seeing it happen right before my eyes. Each blog that I went to, I noticed one common thing; on most of the tagboxes of their blogs, they all have the names of those vistors on each blogs. That is to say, for example; A,B,C,D are friends and have their blogs. A's tagbox will definitely have B,C and D's tag posts on it, and so on and so forth for every other blog. They even have the pictures for it. Haha. I'm not trying to say anything or whatsoever, just noticing that what Ms Wong said is kind of being evident to me.&lt;p&gt;I am finally back from M.I.A in my workplace. Last week I wasn't even scheduled for work. It's kind of pathetic for me...Then really somehow miss them alot.Worked on Monday and Tuesday...and not much mistakes done though, guessed because Ah gan was not there...HAHAHAHA. I didn't jam ocha room like what SF said I did last time...and I'm proving him wrong on Thursday which it would definitely come true.&lt;p&gt;FACT: ocha room will not jam on Thursday,30th Nov 2006.&lt;p&gt; You know why? because i'm off on that day, and whoever is doing ocha room would definitely do better than me. HAHA. That fella wants to pull me down, bring me to my knees and make me admit that I am weak, i cannot do anything right. But now, I know that I have proven him wrong and I will everything well on Saturday.&lt;p&gt;I'm going to change my skin soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2924700941978954149?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2924700941978954149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2924700941978954149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2924700941978954149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2924700941978954149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-thumbdrive-my-thumbdrive-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8122657514034301951</id><published>2006-11-24T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:15:26.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay...it's official...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay...the SC investiture is over. Wow. All the rehearsals for this 2hours..guess it's kind of worth it. But sad to say, my hair couldn't take it and left part of  my head...&lt;p&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS...Here I am in school, in the SC room using the computer to blog. Though it's kind of hot in here, and too quiet and all because there's not much action going on around here...It's like now everyone's tired from the day in school and waiting for the meeting to start at 2.30. One thing I noticed since the time I joined is that everyone keeps asking me the same question over and over again....&lt;p&gt;Someone:"which comittee are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm from Project...&lt;p&gt; This conversation, though simple, is repeated several times over the week. I feel like putting a notice behind my back that reads "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M FROM PROJECT COM&lt;/span&gt;." and settle every other questions for 2weeks and those questions would probably wont be coming back to me anymore. But thinking again, it would kind of be very very very embarrassing.&lt;p&gt;It's been such a long time since I last went to work. I've only been given one day of work for this week. That is like very pathetic...So I thought maybe it was just my fault that this happened to me, because I keep making mistakes and all. But no..Yesterday SF told me that it was because the kind of schedule that I gave...it is kind of hard to accept the timing that I gave and then they decided to put me just for one day this week.&lt;br /&gt; My inital plan for the week was that if I were to work on mondays and Tuesdays my timing would be just 6-10 because school ends at 5. As for Wed to Fri, the timing would be longer...like 3.30-9.30...because school ends at 1 on Wed and 12 on Thurs and Fri. When I gave the 3.30 to 9.30 timing, my boss told me that there's no such timing and so he suggested that I put it 5.30-9.30 on those days.And when I put this timing, I get this kind of bullcrap! It's pathetic man.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic...&lt;p&gt;This is my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got school&lt;br /&gt;Student council&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;And her.&lt;p&gt;How am I supposed to juggle my time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8122657514034301951?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8122657514034301951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8122657514034301951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8122657514034301951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8122657514034301951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8745517435710315861</id><published>2006-11-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:29:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a looooong time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been really long time since I last blogged...well..currently things are really going quite well. I'm really looking forward to the Student Council Investiture. In fact, that's what we have been all working hard for...all the rehearsals, all the arrangements and stuffs...wow...now that the days are drawing near, the excitement ascends.&lt;p&gt;Speaking of that, I'm just afraid that my attendence will turn out bad for this term because as what I can see is that I haven't been to a single session for PE. Yes. Physical Education...and I'm missing it? Omigosh...But it's like..8am in the morning and you want me to wake up just to go to school and do some running for few minutes, play some bally games which I kind of am not interested in and then break for one hour before going to lecture? That's awesomely stupid. It really is. But well, this is life.&lt;p&gt; And yes, finally the long waiting salary from my job. Wow. Feels great to get lots of money. In fact, it's the first time I'm getting above $300. It's like, my first job at macs and I get less than $180.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the motorola job which i only did in two weeks before quitting and I get about less than $250...which was spent on a bike that is stolen two weeks before my birthday as mentioned earlier in the months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More &lt;/strong&gt;pathtic.&lt;br /&gt;And for now, a salary that gives me about $430...I guess I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, as usual, usually the first pay is spent quite fast and now I don't even know how much I'm left with. Hopefully it'll will be enough for me to last through the rest of the month. But the thing that I'm worried about is next month's pay. I've been working like 2days for 2weeks already, and out of all the two days it's like...4hours/5hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very &lt;/strong&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt; Hopefully i'll be given chances to work more often.&lt;p&gt;It's our 3rd month anniversary! Yay. We've come a long way to even reach 3months of being together. All the sadness, all the worries and unsecurity...all the mood swings and tantrums thrown...and especially the discouraging words from someone. It's not easy being in this relationship...frankly speaking. In fact, most of the relationships aren't easy at all generally. Parents objection...miscommunication...intolerance...lack of trust...unfaithfulness...fear(of some things that happened in past relationships)... I guess this is one of the reasons why...BGR is generally not advisable, because as what they say, we teens don't really know how to handle all these problems and who knows what it might lead to...worst cases would be like sucide due to breakups. Well, these are what those adults say...at least what I heard. But honestly no one knows which person would know how to handle and who wouldn't. It really has to depend on the person's maturity and his/her way of looking at things. I believe that if adults can do it, we too can..since teens like us are usually treated as young adults.&lt;p&gt;Blah. enough of relationships. Christmas is coming soon...in fact, the streets of orchard road are prepared for it...Guess it's another year that's about to end, and a time for the birth of a new year, with new beginnings. Whatever that's in the past, let it be...Hope that the next year would be more wonderful compared to this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8745517435710315861?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8745517435710315861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8745517435710315861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8745517435710315861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8745517435710315861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-looooong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6200441341655732117</id><published>2006-10-31T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:19:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEPpSIKjd2s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so awesomely cool...maple 4th job! Well...as what i can see from the video, all mages get quantum explosion..&lt;br /&gt;and then we have the finest bowmen doing some extremely fast shooting...up to 15times at one go...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Next the sins and dits...what are they doing? sins are throwing huge stars that is somewhat similar to the archer's skill...if you observe carefully while dits get to do assessinate.&lt;br /&gt;Warriors get the magetic thingy that somewhat works like a vac hack...but well if they can get to 4th job no point using vac hack right? I don't know actually...haven even reach to 3rd job..can't say anything that's factually correct. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6200441341655732117?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6200441341655732117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6200441341655732117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6200441341655732117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6200441341655732117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-so-awesomely-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-294848773527944481</id><published>2006-10-26T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:28:51.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is it...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. Once again, that thing that starts with O is just around the corner...in fact it is just in a few days time. I wonder how the school will fair for this year's major exam. Things are not really that smooth nowadays. I worry about work, school, money, relationship...and now time has added to my burden.&lt;p&gt;I don't know what's up with this life of mine. Someone once told me that she loves to daydream...spends all her time daydreaming about a fantasy world where there are no such worries of relationship, money, education, family,etc. But well if those things don't exist in life, what would be the meaning of life? Why would that person who is so carefree be on Earth for? I mean, it's not easy to live a life on this earth as a living thing. Living things need to eat, sleep and reproduce. But specifically for humans, they always tend to find more meaning to life; make one's life useful to the society by serving(work...duh). Where there is work, there is money, where there is money, there is evil. Hence, the root of all evil started off with...life itself?&lt;p&gt;Well, this is my point of view. I don't know if any other humans are able to accept this. Sometimes, I just envy those animals in the wild...only have one or two worries in their lives; eaten by other animals, difficulty in finding food, and survival.&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS, life as a human is always better than animals because we have better intellect than all other animals. Recently there's this big event going on in school; the presidental elctions for Student Council. All of the councillors were involved in helping out the final 3 candidates in their campaign. For me, I am in the project commitee so i was involved in helping nabil with his plans to draw support for him together with the P&amp;amp;C committee. It was a wonderful time to work together...coming out with different ideas and solutions. I have yet to think about who to vote for. So far, I'm spoilt for choices betweent the business guy and nabil, the engineering guy. After this event is done, would be the student council investiture which i am so excited about it. Yes, just imagine me wearing some maroon blazer with white t-shirt on the inside...feels so cool man. Then standing on stage, receiving the recognition as a student leader of the school. WOW.&lt;p&gt;Am off to sleep. nitez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-294848773527944481?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/294848773527944481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=294848773527944481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/294848773527944481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/294848773527944481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-2806718552269219777</id><published>2006-10-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:56:49.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude...it wasn't me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well...I don't know if I should believe in Friday 13th, but it's really creepy. It's like yesterday was the worse day I would ever want to live. Think the effect came in even before that. I was actually accused of stealing the restaurant's can of Sprite, when it was actually one of the guys who paid for it, and was willing to share it with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;Manager:" oh. so sorry about it. My mistake."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bladdy idiot. If not because he's my manager, I would have sued him for tarnishing my reputation. Why would I steal the restaurant's can of Sprite?! I'm not that poor to not even be able to pay for a drink which cost only $1.20. Omigosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, never mind about the accusation. Friday the 13th; the Area Manager, William came for some meeting with those peeps involved. After somewhat 20mins, he stood in the kitchen like a dumbass and stared at everyone working. Then the rule about this restaurant is that everyone who works on that day is given a particular station to work on. For me I was at the far end taking care of customers, while another guy who's supposed to go in to the kitchen and deliever the food to the customers. BUT, this William guy asked me to go help out in collecting food, which I was recently scolded by my manager for actually helping out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And yes, you guessed it, I was scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manager:"Why you go in and get the food?!"&lt;br /&gt;me: that Fatass inside ask me to get one lah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's really the bad thing about the restaurant bah. I mean, one person can only do this particular thing assigned to him, nothing else. If one does other people's job, he'll most likely get scolded. And they claimed that they want good team player as a reqirement for this job. Team player don't solo, they help out whenever they can just like in a game. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Softball:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;Left outfield always have to backup the third base or the whoever position in the middle of 2nd and 3rd base. Likewise, right outfield helps out in backing up 1st base; in case the ball misses. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Badminton:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;a 2 player match; the 2players on each side have to cooperate with one another instead of just handling its side of the court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pardon me if any of these things that I typed is incorrect, but the point is, just coping with a particular station that one is assigned to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is not teamwork. That's what I feel, in fact it is absolutely wrong to say that this kind of working style is teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-2806718552269219777?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/2806718552269219777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=2806718552269219777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2806718552269219777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/2806718552269219777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/dude.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8767687532786536774</id><published>2006-10-10T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T03:39:59.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last week of the holidays...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This week is the beginning of the last week of my holidays...wow. 5weeks just passed like that. and it's going to be 2MONTHS soon! My goodness...time flies when good things happen...I guess that's always true...Really kind of miss school alot...I miss my class, miss my teachers, miss going to school...going to Tampines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, as I have mentioned I am currently having a job at the P.S restaurant. Guessed I really learnt alot since the first time I went to the shop; from making drinks like the japanese green tea and desserts to recording sushi wastages...and holding two big trays at one go. Yeah...to all experienced restaurant workers out there, you guys may think it's normal but to me it's a big deal, at least for now that I've just learnt this skill. But really I kind of like the feeling of taking down orders for customers, writing on the order sheet, etc. I mean that was exactly what I was looking forward to in MacDonald's, but they can't provide me that kind of thing there. Really kind of sad case lah. But what I hate about F&amp;B is that we are clearing after people's shit. Quite true right? Customers come in, they eat, pay, and we have to clear their shit on the table for them; whatever leftovers that they cannot finish,etc. But well that's the thing about working. It's never about you, it's always about others; be it clients or customers, et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt;The time now is officially 3.27am, Tuesday, 10.10.2006 which is 21hours away from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;birthday. Can't wait till that day where we really enjoy each other's company...Can't wait till we celebrate our 2nd month as well. It's really awesomely fast...But as what my MSN nick stated; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student council board wants me to go back to school for the ITE open house on &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; birthday...of all dates.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am seriously going to hate whoever that planned the Open House on her birthday and the person who chose me to go back to help out as part of student council...And if needed, I would quit the student council, because I can't go back on such important occasions. Though they ask about commitment to the student council during the interview, but seriously I have to really make a choice out of the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sad to say, I know what my choice is, and it's really kind of obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8767687532786536774?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8767687532786536774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8767687532786536774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8767687532786536774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8767687532786536774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-week-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-3976898150709846719</id><published>2006-10-03T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:55:11.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, lots of things have happen over the period where I didn't blog. Some are sad, some are happy. But well, this is life and there's always ups and downs. First good news is that I finally found a job after so long and now I can have extra income coming in. My new job is located at Plaza Singapura and me and sf actually went there for the interview and got the job together. Wow. That's like a one in a million kind of chance man. Usually employers will either select one, but this is specially different.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this female assistant manager in the store that looks alot like one of my church friend. Haha... For those who want to see, just go over to my &lt;a href="http://www.lostinspace89.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Under the friends section, there's this guy call Junxiang and he really look like the manager in my store! I was kind of shocked when I saw her for the first time. Maybe the rumor of 7 people who will look exactly like you in this world is really true? Who knows man. &lt;p&gt;Anyways, as I was saying lots of things had happened already. Went to Melody's birthday chalet on 17Sept at Pasir Ris. That day me and her went to Escape to really chill out, but sad thing is that I took most of the thrill rides alone. But it's ok...as long as she enjoyed herself it's ok if I took the ride alone. Then we had the birthday celebration, took out the cake and gave her the surprise of her life; a Melody birthday cake. wahahaha. As they always like to do, cakes has always been one of the fun weapons in this kind of celebrations and for this one is no exception. One of Melody's friends actually splashed some whipped cream onto her face because the rule about this was not to use the cake. But Melody sort of got upset because her specs was dirtied and stuff and well the whole atmosphere was like going down. But overall, it was still a fun day bah, I guess. If it were for me, I doubt I would ever open a chalet to celebrate my birthday; 1st thing is moneywise, secondly food-wise.&lt;p&gt;Well, today's 3rd of October and yes 8more days to her 18th birthday...It's pretty exciting actually. Will be celebrating her birthday this saturday at Swensens. But I really want to get a Swensens cake for her though it's not agreeable with those 'share-holders', as in those sharing money to pay for the cake. Hopefully I can work till from 1.30 to 5.30 then after that rush down to SengKang and then meet the rest of the people. That's the best of the best. Hopefully my suggested timing on saturday will be approved because as what I know it's going to be quite busy on that day, and if I were to somewhat leave like that it's like so bad that I'm leaving all the business to them guys working there. But never mind, it's only once a year anyway.&lt;p&gt;Now I'm off to Plaza Singapura.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-3976898150709846719?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/3976898150709846719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=3976898150709846719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3976898150709846719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/3976898150709846719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-lots-of-things-have-happen-over.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7118996227062607723</id><published>2006-10-02T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:50:58.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haven't been blogging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, lots of things have happen over the period where I didn't blog. Some are sad, some are happy. But well, this is life and there's always ups and downs. First good news is that I finally found a job after so long and now I can have extra income coming in. My new job is located at Plaza Singapura and me and sf actually went there for the interview and got the job together. Wow. That's like a one in a million kind of chance man. Usually employers will either select one, but this is specially different.&lt;p&gt;Then there's this female assistant manager in the store that looks alot like one of my church friend. Haha... For those who want to see, just go over to my &lt;a href="lostinspace89.multiply.com"&gt;photo album&lt;/a&gt;. Under the friends section, there's this guy call Junxiang and he really look like the manager in my store! I was kind of shocked when I saw her for the first time. Maybe the rumor of 7 people who will look exactly like you in this world is really true? Who knows man.&lt;p&gt; Anyway, I got to go somewhere for now. I'll continue at night, hopefully to continue blogging for as long as possible and not stop at all because there's really alot that's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7118996227062607723?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7118996227062607723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7118996227062607723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7118996227062607723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7118996227062607723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/10/havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-4811067665901087724</id><published>2006-09-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:20:56.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tagged again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. full name: gabriel wu jia hao&lt;br /&gt;2. name backwards: oah aij uw leirbag&lt;br /&gt;3. were you named after someone: eh. st. gabriel?&lt;br /&gt;4. meaning of name: messenger of God.&lt;br /&gt;5. nickname: gAb&lt;br /&gt;6. screen name: ~gAb.&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B: 22.02.1989&lt;br /&gt;8. place of birth: Singapore, KKH.&lt;br /&gt;9. nationality: singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;10. current location: SK; sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;11. star sign: Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;12. religion: Christian.&lt;br /&gt;13. height: latest height measured is 169cm.&lt;br /&gt;14. weight: latest weight is 62.9kg.&lt;br /&gt;15. shoe size: ranges. 10-11.&lt;br /&gt;16. hair colour: brownish black. will but dye soon.&lt;br /&gt;17. eye colour: brown.&lt;br /&gt;18. who do you look like: some say mother, others say sister.&lt;br /&gt;19. innie or outtie: innie of course.&lt;br /&gt;20. leftie or rightie: rightie.&lt;br /&gt;21. gay, straight, bi or others: straight.&lt;br /&gt;22. best friends: jZ, stacy, sf, etc.&lt;br /&gt;23. best friend you trust most: stacy .&lt;br /&gt;24. favourite pals: nzm, stacy, ann yen, tenidous, t.k, eric and gang.&lt;br /&gt;25. best friend of opposite sex: stacy.&lt;br /&gt;26. best buddies: jZ&lt;br /&gt;27. boyfriend or girlfriend: s0t0ng&lt;br /&gt;28. crush: refer to qn. 27.&lt;br /&gt;29. parents: mum &amp; dad?&lt;br /&gt;30. worst enemy: tickle.&lt;br /&gt;31. favourite online guy: no favourites in particular.&lt;br /&gt;32. favourite online girl: none either.&lt;br /&gt;33. craziest friend: jZ&lt;br /&gt;34. advice friend: lots..&lt;br /&gt;36. person you cry with: n.a&lt;br /&gt;37. any sisters: 1.&lt;br /&gt;38. any brothers: 0.&lt;br /&gt;39. any pets: no.&lt;br /&gt;40. any disease: if acne is considered.&lt;br /&gt;41. pagers: used to have.&lt;br /&gt;42. personal phone line: my friends know the number.&lt;br /&gt;43. cell phone: iPAQ 6530/ SE k800i&lt;br /&gt;45. pool or hot tub: both, i think...&lt;br /&gt;46. a car: would love to have one!&lt;br /&gt;47. your personality: charming&lt;br /&gt;48. driving: i'll love to, but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;49. room: room2, in my hse.&lt;br /&gt;50. whats missing: freedom.&lt;br /&gt;51. school: ITE-CE&lt;br /&gt;52. bed colour: multi-coloured.&lt;br /&gt;53. relationship with parents: bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;54. believe in yourself: sorta.&lt;br /&gt;55. believe in love at first sight: not really.&lt;br /&gt;56. good listener: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;57. get along well with parents: used to.&lt;br /&gt;58. save email conversations: rarely.&lt;br /&gt;59. pray: rarely.&lt;br /&gt;60. believe in reincarnation: no.&lt;br /&gt;61. make fun of people: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;62. like to talk on the phone: depends on who im talking to.&lt;br /&gt;63. want to get married: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;64. like to drive: of course!&lt;br /&gt;65. motion sickness: nah.&lt;br /&gt;66. eat stem of broccoli: kinda.&lt;br /&gt;67. eat chicken with fork: outside yes, at home NO.haha.&lt;br /&gt;68. dream in colour: all the colours of the world.&lt;br /&gt;69. type with your fingers on home role: yup.&lt;br /&gt;70. sleep with stuff animals: used to.&lt;br /&gt;71. next to you: telephone.&lt;br /&gt;72. on the walls of your room: map.&lt;br /&gt;73. on your mousepad: none.&lt;br /&gt;74. dream car: mazda.&lt;br /&gt;75. dream date: having thrills in escape theme park.&lt;br /&gt;76. dream honeymoon spot: travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;77. dream husband or wife: none.&lt;br /&gt;78. bedtime: after 12midnight.&lt;br /&gt;79. under your bed: a smaller bed.&lt;br /&gt;80. single most important question: Why?&lt;br /&gt;81. bad time of a day: hottest.&lt;br /&gt;82. your worst fear: rejection.&lt;br /&gt;83. the weather is: rainy.&lt;br /&gt;84. time: 2340.&lt;br /&gt;85. date: 190906&lt;br /&gt;86. best trick did on someone: slipped ice into someone's back.&lt;br /&gt;87. theme song: i not stupid 2.&lt;br /&gt;88. hardest thing about growing up: learning to be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;89. funniest experience: adeline's birthday in cafe1.&lt;br /&gt;90. scariest experience: forgot.&lt;br /&gt;91. silliest thing you have ever said: countless.&lt;br /&gt;92. scariest thing while you are with your friends: forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;93. worst feeling: guilt. it chains you up.&lt;br /&gt;94. best feeling in the world: to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;95. AND NOW THE SABOTAGING BEGINS!!! CHOOSE 8 TO DO THE QUIZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;1.tendious&lt;br /&gt;2.zhiming.&lt;br /&gt;3.triska&lt;br /&gt;4.jieleng&lt;br /&gt;5. xinying&lt;br /&gt;hwa foo&lt;br /&gt;6.eric&lt;br /&gt;7.xue lian&lt;br /&gt;8. aiye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-4811067665901087724?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/4811067665901087724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=4811067665901087724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4811067665901087724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/4811067665901087724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged-again-1.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-7932688351840197448</id><published>2006-09-18T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:55:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tagged...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...thanks to Carely, I'm tagged. Well, at least someone thought of me. I feel happy when I'm tagged.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;- taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;- not that i dont want to be, but life's full of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;-no. don't really like one sided love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you there believe are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take back someone if she cheats you?&lt;br /&gt;-depends how serious the 'cheat' is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you talk about marriage with another before?&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 would be perfect. 1 boy, 1 girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. not my flesh and blood and don't have my genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone like you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;-write me a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- yup. but i don't do it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honest, what is the furthest you and your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;- holding hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;-yeah. but that kind of love wouldn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;- i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;-i belive. but i don't know if it's achievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you could married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-i'll take the traditional one; a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you easily give in when you are fighting?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't fight in the first place. we're all humans, not barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-refer to qn 1; TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever wished you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;- my wish was too big and i dropped that wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If one day your best friend fell in love with the boy/girl you deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- let the girl choose who she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow you have to ask 5 of your friends to do this survey in their blogs. Write down their names in the list below. Tag them in their blog to let them know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;zhiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jieleng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;triska&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tendious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;xinying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well...some of the questions are real stupid...but i like it coz at least someone remembered me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-7932688351840197448?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/7932688351840197448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=7932688351840197448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7932688351840197448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/7932688351840197448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1227278944961787012</id><published>2006-09-16T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:09:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A happy ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well...it calls for a celebration. Yesterday someone just broke off with her boyfriend but today a "new"-old friend is repaired back...&lt;br /&gt;The old friend of the girl who just broke up actually did some mistakes and then ever since they never been in contact. But today, the friend, knowing that she just broke up with her boyfriend she initiated to buy a cup and a note to cheer her up. Then with an addition of a wrapping paper, he wrapped the present and requested me to pass it to her mum which will eventually reach her.&lt;p&gt;Well...it's really happy to hear that the two of them finally reconciled after the big major issue between the two of them months ago. So for now, we're on the phone conferencing away...Man miss those good old days where we always chat together till the wee hours of the night. Now everything's coming back slowly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the other side...tommorrow's Melody's birthday...and I'm really looking forward to tommorrow's birthday chalet at pasir ris. Firstly because me and &lt;b&gt;her&lt;/b&gt; are going to Escape theme park to have some thrills. Then we'll have a whole day of celebration starting off with me bringing her to tution then after that getting the cake and then rush down to the chalet. It's been quite some time since I last stepped in to the theme park. Some more the last time that I went was having a downpour so I didn't really enjoyed it that much.&lt;p&gt; Anyways, it's 12am and happy birthday to Melody!&lt;p&gt;Am off to maple world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1227278944961787012?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1227278944961787012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1227278944961787012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1227278944961787012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1227278944961787012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-1528735405270678784</id><published>2006-09-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:10:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luck and unluckiness..which one do i have more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow everything turned out to be planned by some 'force'. It all started like this...&lt;p&gt;On 6Sept,I got myself involved in the graduation ceremony and thus I couldn't make it for the MME test on the same day as well. The next day which is yesterday(as of end of this post..), I was told to come back at 2pm to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;So after the Java test, I went home. Slacking here and there, chatted on the phone with JZ and then left for school only at 1.20pm. By the time i reached the bus-stop it was already 1.30pm. So I decided to take a cab since my father just gave me the four days of allowance that he didn't give me previously. So lucky of me to get a cab in less than 5mins...haha...I got on the cab and told the driver my destination and off he went. The journey was quite fast as he was going at a speed of 100+/-kmh on the expressway. Then the total taxi fare turned out to be $8.70 which is considered alot lesser compared to the morning fares.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little did i know that when i left the taxi, I left my phone there as well. But then again, luckily it was switched off so that if anyone wants to steal they still can't use it, yet at the same time it was still unlucky because i couldn't call in to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was panickly searching for my phone and while i was reaching to my pocket somehow i felt that my ring was missing from my finger...wow. My black steel ring and my phone gone at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;What a combo.&lt;br /&gt;No choice now but to make my way to the nearest phone and call the lost and found centre for taxis(Whatever you call it..). Called for nearly 5mins and no one picked up the phone. I was already worried sick that the taxi driver might pick another passenger up and then my phone would be gone. Since no one at the centre picked up the phone i had no choice but to go up for my MME test first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Low and behold, after everything was done, i called the number again and the operator picked up the phone immediately. I made my report for the lost phone. The good thing is that when i was in the taxi, I saw the name of the driver which is lim seng car. Yeah, that caught my attention and it actually saved me. Lucky me eh. A few minutes of waiting while the operator calls the driver and there was good news. Lucky me agian! Met the driver at around 7plus and then finally made my way home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's recount how many luck and how many unluckiness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;UNLUCKY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.late for class&lt;br /&gt;2. lost my phone&lt;br /&gt;3. lost my ring&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;LUCKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. handphone was locked.&lt;br /&gt;2. found my hp.&lt;br /&gt;3. Got quite good marks for java.&lt;br /&gt;4. got back my handphone at around  7plus.&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess in conclusion, i'm considered quite lucky to only lose my ring. But who would want to steal a couple ring that is black in colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-1528735405270678784?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/1528735405270678784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=1528735405270678784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1528735405270678784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/1528735405270678784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/09/luck-and-unluckiness.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-8471887907343168098</id><published>2006-09-01T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:07:25.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life seems different...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been such a long time since I've blogged. Sometimes i don't even come online at all. Well, &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;prelims are already here, and my main paper is coming in few weeks time. So recently I've been busy doing meaningful things like going out with a friend to Orchard...was thinking of trading my ipod mini for an ipod nano. But one of the guys there said there's a 6th generation ipod with full screen that's coming out.&lt;p&gt;I think that's total crap even though it might just be true..only about 30%..but that won't stop me from getting a nano. Well, am sort of happy that im paying the price of a 2GB nano for a 4GB nano...at least i get back the original size for my mp3 player..and it's flatter and colourful...&lt;br /&gt;It's teachers' day today officially...and well im spending my time at snowcity...going to take some pictures definitely...&lt;p&gt;am off for a good night's sleep.&lt;p&gt;P.S anybody can find me the walkthrough for legends of heroes II..i seem to be stuck at the game for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-8471887907343168098?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/8471887907343168098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=8471887907343168098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8471887907343168098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/8471887907343168098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-seems-different.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-6802247918076211384</id><published>2006-08-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:05:55.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The new blogger?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i am in school once again, blogging. Today school started at 8.30am but reached here at 8.50am instead. Some whom I thought would always come late actually came earlier than usual. When i entered into the classroom I looked around for that martin guy but he was nowhere to be found. Bladdy idiot. If i had known I shouldn't have come. Waste my time and make me have this headache. Really feel like sleeping since there's aircon but the light is too bright at the moment.&lt;p&gt;Blogger's new beta version really seem nothing much compared to the usual blogger.com..some obvious changes are just the login option using google email address and the smaller compressed button designs as far as I can see...maybe have to explore around, but not by using the school's network. Sucks big time.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;xy&lt;/strong&gt;  just given birth to another baby boy! &lt;strong&gt;xy&lt;/strong&gt; was previously &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;godsis, so since I'm with her, it becomes &lt;strong&gt;our &lt;/strong&gt;godsis. She and her husband to be went through difficult fiancial times...only recently her father wanted her to break up with the guy because he couldn't sort of...put food on the table due to no stable job. Now that she's given birth to another after 1year and 4days, wonder how is she going to cope with both babies at the same time together really wonder how is she going to cope finacially. Guess this is why those adults warn us teenagers against pre-marital sex. The pressure given from the parents, the guilt, the shame(perhaps?), and the stress to provide for the child is really big. Just hope that she can cope it and that her parents would be glad to help her out too.&lt;p&gt;Currently the whole class is basically slacking like crazy. Most of them are playing games, chatting on MSN, using the internet, etc. Guess that's all that we can do for now...&lt;p&gt;Am off for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-6802247918076211384?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/6802247918076211384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=6802247918076211384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6802247918076211384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/6802247918076211384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blogger-here-i-am-in-school-once.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115609556604767028</id><published>2006-08-21T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:40:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lost something just to gain a new one...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It happened again. This time not in school, not at home, not anywhere else but in the public area. &lt;p&gt;I lost my phone &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; But well, it gave me a chance to replace it with the phone that i've been wanting to aim for...just that there wasn't any chance. The sadness was because of the significance of the phone, given to me coincidentally on Mother's day 06 and with all the pictures that I have with her as well as the sim card and the contact numbers as well.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess the new phone that I bought is really worthy of its value of $698. Singtel's hello shop sells it at $798 together with a 256mb memory stick...the latest one...But for me, the good thing is I got my memory stick at 48 which is so much cheaper than the $100 one that singtel sells. &lt;p&gt;Then today went all the way down to Plaza Singapura to wrap our phones and my laptop. It did cost me a bomb, but think I could afford it. Then while waiting for our items to be ready, we went to The cathay, which was really really empty. There were just a few shops open and brought me there secretly as a surprise. Haha...Then we went back to PS...went up to Yamaha so that I could drum on the drums. For now, recently I love going up and down escalators especially with her. When I'm one step below her, I'll hug her and my head would lie on her looking as if she's my &lt;strong&gt;mother.&lt;/strong&gt; woops. But it seemed more romantic and logic when she laid her head on me instead. But the good thing is, I get to enjoy the lying softly...she gets the firm one and gets to hear my heartbeat as well. Everytime when she leans on me, my heart will beat faster. &lt;p&gt;Ok, enough of grossing the readers out there. &lt;p&gt;I can say proudly that love is something that controls the world. Wars started because a loved one was killed(WWI),leading to revenge(WWII), the price of a rose increases as 14th feb draws near, giving business people a chance to make money. Doctors try their best to save a life because the patient is someone who is dearly loved by the people around them. So nothing is more precious in this world than love. Without love, people can't survive. Students jump down because of the stress that they receive from their parents, making them feel sort of unloved as well. The child of belonging to a broken family would strive hard to find love through relationships, since there's no love at home.&lt;p&gt;yeah.&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115609556604767028?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115609556604767028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115609556604767028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115609556604767028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115609556604767028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-something-just-to-gain-new-one.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115566258557061670</id><published>2006-08-15T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:18:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's about time..!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*story is clearly based on my poor memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime when i told someone the news, they would say, "wow, finally you two are together." or some would say, "congrats!". while others say "Expected that you two will be together." &lt;p&gt;Well, this goes to show how many people know that I have been liking her all these while. Even before we were together, some strangers like for example the promoter that recommended me the POSB enhanced GO! credit/atm card, he also said something about her being my girlfriend. And then the hairdresser boss also said that I was her boyfriend. Everybody around us is feeling so happy for us, especially me...I'm feeling as though as I'm the most blessed guy on earth. Well, these few days I've been spending time with her after school and didn't really have time to blog. Someday maybe I'll just write out my love lifestory...the ups and downs, the roundabouts made, the mistakes made through the 3years of waiting for her. &lt;p&gt;It all started from sec 3F, 2004. I can still remember clearly during that year I was sitting in front of her, playing her 6510 handphone game and she was sitting beside Sandy. First we went through September.I can never forget that month when she and Kenny started going steady. It was because of that that I got to see Kenny more often. Then we went through October; the Open House doing some sales thingy while the girls inside the classroom do some hair straightening and some medicure thing. And then next it was her birthday at pasir ris chalet, celebrating together with her grandmother. Then Kenny was there, Kai Yan, Sandy, and all of her friends were all there. I still remember the shape of the cake; it was a heart shape with strawberries on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;After that it was the exams that came and left. Lucky for me, I made it to sec4, but my results were really 'just pass' kind of standard. As for her, she went down to normal acad, and I went through a year without her in my class. &lt;p&gt;I couldn't remember when it happened, but that incident was really carved literally in my head. That day, a few of us together with Soon Seng went to Tampines Century Square arcade, and they saw him in another girl's embrace. I was speechless. How could a guy do this to her. Then she really broke down into tears. That day was really terribly sad for her. I wished I could do something to help her get over it but well, as a guy and a friend I couldn't do much but to just console her with words. &lt;p&gt;It was that day that I told myself,"I'm not going to let this girl cry like this again." &lt;p&gt;Year-end 2004 wasn't that good either. Guessed there were more heartaches for her as she kept on breaking and patching up with Kenny(if im not wrong?). 2005 officially ended the relationship. I stood by her all the way through. If she wants someone to talk to, I'll be there for her like a pillar to support. Guessed through those times, our relationship began to improve and both of us eventually got closer, making us really good friends. 2005 came in like a breeze. Somewhere somehow, at some point of time, I denied my feelings for her because I knew clearly that it wasn't love. I kept telling myself that,"No. It isn't love! it isn't! It's just a crush that will fade away soon." So i told her no, when she asked if I was secretly liking her.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, through IRC she got to know this guy by the name of Alfred. Before I even knew it they were together, after trying so much to make her forget about Kenny and what he did to her. Well, at least she realized that he's not a good guy and should find love somewhere else instead. After a short period of being together, 19Oct2005 everything ended all because of me. The guy whom she claimed to love, the guy whom she claimed that she could not do without with, left her all because of a good friend. "Go stead with him!" Alfred said over the phone. "NO! Give me another chance! Please! Stop trying to push me to some other guy!"&lt;br /&gt;At pasir ris park, stupid me went to sms Alfred to ask her to get into the shelter because it was raining. I knew I broke her heart too much. I betrayed her. And I felt so terrible that I couldn't even forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing what Alfred said, the girl asked me,"Why not we make up a fake boy-girl friend relationship so that Alfred would not break up with her?" &lt;p&gt;I agreed, since the doors of going into a relationship was so widely open. Eventually we left the park of broken memories which I call it. That day, she was frustrated not because of Alfred but because of the two of us being together. My 'stead' helped me to hold my bag. Somehow, her expression could tell me that she's not happy with whatever that's happening.And once again, stupid me felt really terribly guilty and thought that she was angry about what I did with Alfred. &lt;p&gt;O levels came and slapped my whole life upside down as I had to study for it while feeling stressed up about what she said to me. "DON'T TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN!" I really felt like crying my heart out. For once I thought, I lost a good friend and someone that I wanted to be with. What's more, I have a victim beside me that I actually replace her for it. 1month, 2months passed. The storm seemed to calm down. I gave a hug, a kiss, and held my hand with her, leaving out a substance of love. She was there trying to get closer to me, reason being that she wanted to test if that girl that I hold hands with had any trust for me, when clearly it was all jealousy. &lt;p&gt;She began to realized how lonely it was without me by her side and that I was with this girl all the time.&lt;br /&gt;2006 came, whatever that happened really did happened. 9.1.06, S.H.E concert she prompted me to break off. Feelings ran all over me. I was thinking,"Should I or should I not?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:Dear I got something to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;J:What?&lt;br /&gt;Me:I've decided...to listen to your mum...&lt;br /&gt;J:"Stunned...not knowing what to do..." o...k...&lt;br /&gt;Me:But we can still be friends right?&lt;br /&gt;J:Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;She alights off the lrt train. &lt;p&gt;By then, I knew I was free of the girl. Whatever that happened was all in the past. It was time to look forward to a new present, an unknown future to my life. Everyday went by with looking for her, at least almost. Somewhere in my memory the place spotlight at Plaza Singapura was the place I started holding her hand. It continued ever since. Months flew, and she knew clearly how much I loved her in my heart. Strangely, it was unknown to me what was her feelings towards me. During the 2nd half of the year, somehow things start to sharpen abit. There were suspicions that she liked me as well. There were bits and pieces of clues that led to results duducing that it was a positive...that she liked me too. But was it all true? Eve of National Day we went out for a movie. For once at least I managed to put my hand across as we're watching a romance movie. I tried with every strength I could to not to cross the line over since we are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;National Day, I dressed up and looked my best.Glad to say that she was impressed with me and with what I wore. Had a wonderful day out, including me asking her to go take neoprints together. &lt;p&gt;Finally after going through so much, I can finally hold her hand and call her 'dar'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to start my love lifestory. Officially. &lt;p&gt;11.08.2006&lt;p&gt;someone make this a public holiday! LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115566258557061670?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115566258557061670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115566258557061670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115566258557061670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115566258557061670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-about-time_15.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115531852047769567</id><published>2006-08-12T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:48:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I kissed you...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not original, but well I just love this song suddenly. My modified version goes like this.&lt;p&gt;When I kissed you...&lt;br /&gt; fireworks flew&lt;br /&gt;Angels sang with lollipops&lt;br /&gt;dinosaurs came back to life and cried&lt;br /&gt;The babies all gurgled in laughter and surprise&lt;br /&gt;When  I kissed you.&lt;p&gt;You are the one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But l guess I'll  know&lt;br /&gt; if I ever try&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to grab you in my arms&lt;br /&gt; and kiss you.&lt;p&gt;When I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;I took note of time&lt;br /&gt;I felt a surge of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Running up my spine&lt;br /&gt;But I won't run naked in the street&lt;br /&gt;with a tattoo of your name on myehind&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I kissed you.&lt;p&gt;Bleah, I'm too happy to blog. Maybe this song can just express what I feel today. But I really wished that the status would be there. If not for the O levels, it would have been there long long ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, back to normal. What really happened today was that everything so called started off with a really nice dream. I saw a text message saying "I can't go on like this anymore..because I realized i need you..." or something like that. But I wasn't sure who it was from. Then school started as usual...late in class...but today was the installation of Linux so it was quite important as not many people really know how to.&lt;br /&gt;Then next it was PE time...by then my handphone batt was dead. PE ended with 2rounds of walking as the teacher needed to leave for a meeting. I left school immediately for home as I was meeting her later on to go to her godsis'house. Got some lunch at compass point and sped off on my bike back home...Then finally we met up again for the third time this week and somehow after the dream it gave me a new kind of feeling when I saw her today. She was there trying to hide her smile from me...blah. But well, true enough something did happened today. Everything seemed normal while on the way there...hugs, cuddles,etc. Then soon enough we reached the place, walked to the house and finally saw our dearest godson! Man, he's so cute! almost going to be one year old soon. spent around half an hour before I left them for tennis.&lt;p&gt;Today the tennis coach, her name pronunouced as shan or watever, seem to be quite strict and different from the previous classes.Did the usual drill; forehand and backhand, and I realized I suck at backhand. but that's not the point.&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FAST FORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;After tennis, I made my way down back to Aljunied. Took bus 80 with her at around 6.24pm. Then on the bus it was really super duper cold. Then it was like i managed to reach my long termed goal today, 11aug06. Will never forget this wonderful day forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115531852047769567?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115531852047769567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115531852047769567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115531852047769567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115531852047769567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-kissed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115514802048266698</id><published>2006-08-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:05:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voted best national day ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, indeed it was a wonderful day for me outside shopping together with her. This year's National Day started with a beautiful dream, followed by a terrible alarm clock noise. &lt;p&gt;Well, couldn't be late, can I...woke up and got ready to go out by 9.21am because I was meeting her at compass point at 9.30am. LUCKY she had some make-up problem or else I'm so dead. Then we headed down to Jeffrey's hairdressing salon. This is the best part ever I guess...Jeff came out to greet us and asked us a question...&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:"Who wants to cut?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "She..."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:"Your girlfriend wants to cut? Can let so-and-so cut because I have lots of people waiting for me to cut for them as well...&lt;br /&gt;J:"Erm...ok..."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff:"Can lah...see, your boyfriend looks so &lt;strong&gt;terrific&lt;/strong&gt;...If you want to choose some pattern I'll choose for you..."&lt;br /&gt;J:"Oh..ok..."&lt;br /&gt;M: *Laughs in madness softly* &lt;p&gt;Ok so after the cut we went ahead to take the bus all the way to Hougang Mall, firstly to find her friend, next to get a glance of the new K800i with cybershot digital camera and to take the MRT down to Plaza Singapura. In front of Hougang Mall was a big hall and there were rows of clothes arranged for sale, salesgirl roaming around the area, including her friend. Hence, we went there, greeted her...and then they start talking about their little stories which I was like so sian initially but suddenly the topic turned to me, and she asked for her opinion about me. Sad to say, the response was only &lt;strong&gt;"Ok lah.."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fast forward to when we were at the MRT station...She received a sms from that same friend saying that we are behaving like a couple and stuff...but well, one thing relieved to hear is that I look so much better than before, quoted for her dearest friend..I was like grinning from ear to ear because I really like what I was wearing; black T-shirt with a white blazer. So awesomely nice-looking on me. &lt;p&gt;Then after arriving at our destination, we went on to Pizza Hut and ordered one Regular, shared, and one cup of iced lemon tea each. It was then that I learned about the sweetener needed for the drink. &lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;FAST FORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then it was like after Pizza Hut, we went on to Orchard by walking there. But we went up to OG even before reaching orchard. So up there, we were searching for her gown for grad nite...and low and behold we found one at some expensive shop within the OG building. Yeah. Take it like, Gucci or LV shop in the middle of Compass point.&lt;br /&gt;We wandered around and finally found the gown that she liked. But sadly there was no sales assistant to help us, and she was there complaining about it. &lt;br /&gt;So we left that place and decided to come back again since the person seemed like all go on lunch break.Eventually she still managed to try on the gown and other than having the wrong undergarment* to match the gown, she looked awesome.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(*erm, don't exactly know the names of females' undergarment but well as far as i know, bras dont go together with tube dresses, thus the statement.)  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Then I bought her a winnie pooh as well and the total cost seemed to make me look like a rich brat. whahahaha. Then we made our way down to Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;FAST FORWARD&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went down to Marina Square. Spent on some clothes again, and made our way down to the ground floor opposite the Esplanade to await for the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115514802048266698?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115514802048266698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115514802048266698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115514802048266698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115514802048266698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/voted-best-national-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115505354732701453</id><published>2006-08-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:12:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my EZlink card!&lt;p&gt;Oh no. Of all times, I had to lose it the day before I go on my shopping spree.But if I'm not wrong I should have dropped it during my return to Compassvale secondary school. Man, that school is getting from great to good to bad to worse. My goodness; they actually had handphone spotchecks on Friday, and the whole school was like panicking because of some idiot who stole a handphone from someone. If I knew who was the thief and my handphone was confiscated because of him/her, I'll most likely beat the person up for creating such trouble for the whole school.&lt;p&gt;Well, I got my report book back but I lost my EZ-link card. Now I have to go back to school to report the matter to the student service centre. Wonder what they will do to my card. Anyways, have to get some spare coins to take buses here and there, or else I won't be able to travel around especially since I'm going out with her tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a haircut together with Zhiming. As I said previously in my post that everyone especially Stacy would be suprised at Zhiming's hairstyle change. Man, Stacy was like, "OMIGOSH! ZHIMING! so shuai!!"&lt;p&gt; She even touched his hair. MUAHAHAHAHA. ok, no more talking about them or else they will get angry if they see this. But hey, I'm just writing what happened today.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, it was really heartwarming to chat with the canteen stall sellers. One of them gave us a egg sandwich treat too. Then we were talking about one of the auntie's child who once had a malay boyfriend, similar to someone there. The auntie was like saying that if her daughter has a malay boyfriend, she'll be happy for her. But see if she can withstand hari raya puasa where they fast for a month without food, only water. Yah, it's true that a chinese might not withstand food for a month due to not being used to it. But, with true love, I think even food won't be an obstacle when the couple go through weal and woe together. But again, the auntie said that she had a relative who daughter had the same secenerio. Then they persuaded the mother to let them get married after being together for 10years. Reluctantly, the mother agreed. But sad to say, they divorced one year after marriage. Well, really hope that this would get into her head of the consequences of having a malay boyfriend bah. If it's me, most likely I won't go up to marriage because I can never accept the fact that I'll be circumcised!&lt;p&gt;Then after chatting we left school and saw one of the maths teacher, Mr Lim. He shared about how the toughness to be a teacher in CVSS had increase dramatically. He also shared about 7-8 teachers requesting to be transfered out of the school, most likely due to the stress here and also talked about volunteering himself to be beaten up by students because they wanted to fight it out over some misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a caring teacher. I mean his sacrifice to be beaten up rather than see them beat each other, is really quite noble of him. If it was me, I would take at least a few years to get the relationship well with the students and most likely I might consider doing the same thing, because after all I am their teacher and I care for them too.&lt;p&gt;Then both me and stacy went to the bus stop and I took 83. It was at that point of time that I realized I lost my EZ-link card. So I concluded that I should have lost it in CVSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115505354732701453?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115505354732701453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115505354732701453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115505354732701453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115505354732701453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterdays-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115488485346515267</id><published>2006-08-07T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:20:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Headache...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah. It's Sunday again. And i've been having headache the whole day. And here i am lying on the bed and blogging at the same time. So comfy...hehe.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the whole week has been really brisk and I nearly couldn't catch my breath. It's like it was only a sunday and the next moment before you know it another sunday approaches. And yah, I've mentioned about this months ago that before we know it, National Day is just around the corner. And here it is. I sure hope that I will have a good time outside with Rara, Li Jun, Jess, two other guys and me. Not much will know the significance of those who are going, but well it's kind of obvious as well.&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was officially challenged to pamper a girl after her last O levels paper.Of course as it is a challenge, it's not just me doing it, but there's another guy too. Well, the so called 'prize' for the winner would be a wonderful relationship with the girl. WOW.It's definitely a challenging challenge, but well it's worth the try.&lt;p&gt;I just hope that the girl would be able to put down everything that happened in the past and just move on with life.&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS,back to national day. This eve of national day I'll be going out with her to the movies and maybe just to get some clothes for national day and then spend the half of the day walking all around bugis. Hmm. By then I should be able to get some new clothes for myself, and then do some mini makeover from head to toe, starting on monday with a haircut. Zhiming will be going with me as well, and I'll definitely want him to get some spiky hairstyle.&lt;p&gt;ALL PI5064K PEEPS BE PREPARED FOR THE CHANGE ON ZHIMING!! muahahahahaha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115488485346515267?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115488485346515267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115488485346515267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115488485346515267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115488485346515267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/headache.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115462925929765142</id><published>2006-08-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T02:20:59.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;One in a lifetime experience...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was somehow a wonderful yet tiring day. It started off with everything being wonderful. Stacy and me had finally got on to the bus 27 with no people initially on it at all. This is such a surprise as everytime we used to wait for each other and most of the time we see that wonderful bus pass us by. It was a terrific service from SBS Transit to send a non service bus all the way to SengKang and start off as 27. Then both of us were listening to music and it was so wonderful that we had a seat to sit on. I was gleeing from ear to ear literally, because it's really a miracle to get a seat in the morning rush.&lt;p&gt;Next it was 4hours of Java lesson. Thinking of it just made me laugh. Halfway through the 4hours, someone had some queries on the Sound Forge test that we would be having later on, and somebody was there using the Sound Forge notes to teach someone. That, reminded me that I did not get my notes because I was absent, moreover I remembered that Teh kor told me Wendy had some extra notes kept. So I went over and asked her;&lt;br /&gt;Me:do you have the extra notes for the sound forge?&lt;br /&gt;W:I passed it to Triska.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Do you have the extra notes for the sound forge?&lt;br /&gt;T:eh...let me think...it's with Jieleng...&lt;br /&gt;Me:-.-"&lt;br /&gt;Me:Do you have the extra notes for the sound forge?&lt;br /&gt;J:I passed it to Stacy to pass to you...&lt;br /&gt;Me:Do you have my notes?!&lt;br /&gt;S: There! This one is yours! See..your name's on it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:-.-""""""""""&lt;p&gt;I felt so dumb, going around when my notes were just next to me.&lt;p&gt;Then we went to PIE class and did some Multi-intelligence Quiz. Lo and behold, I knew that I was going to get what I expected. Kind of forgotten what catergory I had that was more than 3points. I remembered clearly the one on reading charts and maps, having a good sense of direction and estimation was the one that I got 5points for it. I knew that all along that I was good at estimating my travel time. That day when I skipped lecture for the 2nd time, I actually went to compass point as stated in my previous post. I took the bus around 4:04pm. By the time I took 27 halfway nearly reaching the expressway I looked at the time; 5:25pm. I know that I was going to reach there 10mins later. And I was right! I got off the bus exactly at 5.35pm when I looked at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next highest one was the logical/mathematical thingy...which I totally could not remember what it was all about.&lt;p&gt;After PIE, most of us went to cafe1 and we celebrated Triska's and Leslie's birthday(&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy birthday you two!&lt;/span&gt;) Took some pictures of the celebration but was too far away though. Then I think I took quite alot of cake. Johnson thought he could run away from eating the cake but well, he was still sort of forced to eat it, through playing a game; zhong ji mi ma. It was so hiliarious when they were guessing the numbers. The disgust level grew as we played on. Previously some carrot drink was accidentally poured onto the metal plate holding the cake, so leslie mixed part of the cake with the carrot drink..woosh...And I guessed the number. Yucks as it looked, it did taste quite normal though...haha.&lt;p&gt;Later after everything, we had our sound forge test. Overall, I'm confident enough to say that I can pass this test. But it was through some co-helping..haha. Then later on went to the student council centre to check out if I was supposed to attend some meeting as I remembered that i was supposed to attending a comittee's meeting, but I forgot about the date and venue! Shucks. It turned out that I wasn't supposed to be there at all, because Marcus the head of student council was marking attendence and yeah he didn't call out my name. So I left school hoping to catch up with Stacy and the rest.&lt;p&gt;Initially they decided to go to Tampines, but in the end we went to take 24 and changed to 25 at Bedok interchange. The bus driver turned out to be a speedster. We reached AMK in exactly one hour from the time we left...Then stacy, zhi ming and me decided that we should go have dinner together, but stacy found out that she had misplaced her handphone on the bus! So we went off to find the bus, but it turned out that the bus had left for the depot. Thus we headed to that place, by going towards the AMK library and took a bus to YCK interchange and walked towards the depot. I was literally cheated by the map at the interchange because it showed that the depot was close to the YCK stadium, which is near to the interchange. Turned out that the gate was all the way at the end, near to my ex-workplace. Despite much searching, we still could not find her handphone.&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went back to AMK, had dinner and went back to the interchange to head back for home..&lt;br /&gt;Wow. what a busy day. Didn't even have time to play maple at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115462925929765142?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115462925929765142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115462925929765142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115462925929765142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115462925929765142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-in-lifetime-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115436383490119654</id><published>2006-08-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:37:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to reveal names..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok..someone just smsed me about just starting to be in a relationship again after so many months being single. Well, congrats to that person and all the best to them.&lt;p&gt;Hmmm..sometimes I wonder why people want to be in a relationship so much. For me, it's fun to be in a relationship but I will never like the starting of a relationship. I mean, imagine this girl you've been hanging out with and you're so used to calling her by her name and then suddenly you're in a relationship with her and you're calling her 'darling'. I can't accept such an abrupt change though. And then everything starts changing. Her life revolves around you and your life revolves around hers. Then have to find time to go out with her also..I'm not saying that spending time with the girl/guy you like is wrong, but seeing the busy schedule of Singaporeans would there be time? And then faithfulness and trust set in to the picture as well. Would my other partner trust me in where I'm working/studying? Not flirting around with the opposite gender? Then how would the couple develop their relationship? Would they start hugging each other and kiss all over few weeks after being together? How are the two going to settle disagreements as well? How much do they know each other? Their favourite colour? Their way of eating? wearing? etc.&lt;p&gt;Seriously, it takes alot to go into a relationship, but some do hit off really well as I do know of people who have been together for quite a couple of years. I guess, humans are always trying to look for love, to be cared for and stuff like that. But they are never going to finish searching, even after marriage. Pardon me, this may seem something very sensitive but well we all have to face the fact.&lt;p&gt;am off to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115436383490119654?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115436383490119654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115436383490119654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115436383490119654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115436383490119654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-going-to-reveal-names.html' title='I&apos;m not going to reveal names..'/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115401815714948223</id><published>2006-07-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:56:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tormented in sickness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*changes made due to some complaints...blah..dont know wat happened...wasn't in school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didnt go to school for the second day le because of the vommit I had the day before. Could still remember the stupid dream I had. It was some stupid game then all my class peeps joined me in playing..then don't know why dream until a point when xxx* and yyy*(or maybe i really see wrongly?!@.@) taking pictures together then i suddenly feel like vommiting. No, not feel like vommiting...is already preparing to come out le..then at night i quickly run out of my room to the toilet...lucky my toilet is just one door away. If not will be so jialat sia. Then slept the whole day...sleep like lazy pig...never brush teeth, never bathe and never go to school..wished that the aircon was on because it was like so super-hot and im only surviving with the fan. &lt;p&gt;If im not wrong the last thing that i ate before i throw out was the fries at Tampines macs. YES. those freaky fries. Even my grandmother can see that it was all fries and it was all...one word, yucks. &lt;p&gt;am off to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115401815714948223?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115401815714948223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115401815714948223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115401815714948223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115401815714948223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/tormented-in-sickness.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115383924928928508</id><published>2006-07-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:54:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am selected...a blessing or a disaster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah...it was a suprise that Sumathi actually told me that if they called me to come down for the general meeting, that means you're in the Student Council. I couldn't believe what I heard. I actually got selected for SC for the first time in my life. No experiences, no leadership qualities. Just me with the willingness to learn, I guess.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today's 2nd day of school after the holidays already and I'm so dead because I did not do my PIE assessment at all. Yup, not a single bit and I'm really afraid of what might take place tommorrow during class. Would Ms Wong flare up like last time, only this time not acting? Or would she come expecting that the handing up of assessment would be delayed? Well, for whatever it may be I just hope that she won't come expecting full hand-up of the assignment because I know Johnson has annouced literally that he's not going to do the project anyway. I would just hoped that she would close one eye and let us have a few more day's grace.&lt;p&gt;Well, just now went to Tampines to check out the Challenger store to buy the PDA stick that I lost. But unfortunately, I went there at 8.45pm and by the time i was on 27 it was already 8.50pm, which means that the shop is closed and I've wasted one trip going there...So unlucky...had i known this would happened I wouldn't have gone. &lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to interupt but this blog post has to come to a stop here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115383924928928508?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115383924928928508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115383924928928508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115383924928928508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115383924928928508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-selected.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115366549273453271</id><published>2006-07-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:38:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The laptop came in handy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I know I'm boasting but it's the truth that is shared by me. I was well-prepared for today because a few days after the CPU was taken out, it was taken away again TODAY. Well now you know why I want to buy a laptop? Yes, it was meant to counter 'attack' those kind of moments where the things that my parents buy can be taken away by them, but not the things that I buy with my own money. No worries though, they knew I was going to buy a laptop because I told them so.&lt;p&gt;What happened today was my sister left the computer 'switched off' with the monitor screen turned off but the CPU power still running. So my father was complaining that my sister left the computer switched on without using it, leaving the power supply running. Then that little brat argued back and turned things worse. Afterwhich it led to a big rage by my father. He overturned the roller chair and took the base of the chair out, causing crashes and bangs. That, led to a 'timed bomb' explosion. My mother came out screaming about the noise and the fuss made. She said that the computer should be sold so that there won't be any of these problems happening ever again. Well, if you ask me that is way too much to SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE THIS. I mean, getting rid of the cause of a particular problem is only running away from it. One has to face the problem, solve and overcome it rather than just get rid of the 'thing'.&lt;p&gt;Then my father interceded and took away the CPU. wala. I hate this. This kind of thing.It's like this family is totally different from others. Other families can spend happy times walking down the park, dining at Swensens, or maybe some grand restaurant during the night. Sometimes I even wonder are they really church leaders called by God? This kind of sucky attitude? Making a fuss out of a small particular thing?&lt;p&gt;I wish to doubt so but well, it's taking place already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115366549273453271?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115366549273453271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115366549273453271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115366549273453271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115366549273453271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/laptop-came-in-handy.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115358784958509353</id><published>2006-07-23T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:04:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The worst creature on earth is...Humans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a terrible saturday. I started the day, woken up at 7:55am but went back to sleep. not long after, my alarm clocks woke me at around 8am plus, all the way to 8:35am and I woke up to go for work.&lt;br /&gt;I took the Macs shirt from my mother's room, and realized that I can't find the pants! So I called the manager to tell them that my uniform is under washing and they offered me another set of uniform. Ok, so I'm supposed to bring down the hat, belt and the badge, wearing berms and normal shirt, Wow. Then at the mini staff room the manager gave me the uniform and I wore it with a t-shirt inside. Sad to say, I didn't notice that the shirt inside was worn on the wrong side.That's unlucky number one. Never mind. I went in, punched in and yes I got offered to work at the lobby station. That's unlucky number 2.&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning up the mess of Rivervale Plaza MacDonald's lobby, I accidentally dropped part of what was leftover on the tray that I was carrying, but lucky I saved a quarter of the half that dropped. Haha. Unlucky number 3.&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to near end of work. I got to know one friend in Macs. His name is weirong; quite a friendly guy, just that the others say that he's a bit weird and crazy. I was chatting with them near the tap behind when Adrian spotted me 'slacking' while on the way back after buying 'liang teh'. Got screamed at and then rushed back to lobby again. Unlucky number 4.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after punching out and going home and resting for quite some time, my mother asked me to buy pig liver with rice for her. So I left the house again with the intention of buying 3 maple cards. While walking there, I saw a so-called stall selling extinct currencies of Singapore. Looked around the stall, and lo and behold, I saw the extinct banana notes selling $1 per piece. Well, value-less in the past and still value-less in the present and will still remain value-less in the future.Hmm..maybe not so? who knows. And as I was about to leave, the shoe that I was wearing spoilt.&lt;p&gt;Right at the very spot, The u-shaped thing that is supposed to act as a cover broke off and wa la, UNLUCKY NUMBER 5!!! WOW!!! 5times already in a day. Never mind about this, I dragged my feet up the escalator and while doing so called back home to send for reinforcement to be sent down; asked my sister to bring another set of slippers out. While I was doing the dragging style slackingly on the phone, someone from behind called my name. Jessica's friend, Lijun and hi-ya-ti(sp?) must have saw me. What humiliation it was. Haha. and consider that unlucky number 6.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had this in mind when I was working at Macs yesterday morning. And I shall execute my plan.&lt;br /&gt;I, Gabriel Wu, hereby swear that I will never ever ever work MacDonald's in the morning ever again. If I do so, I shall destroy my beloved laptop.&lt;p&gt;Sign, gAb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115358784958509353?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115358784958509353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115358784958509353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115358784958509353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115358784958509353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/worst-creature-on-earth-is.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115316986896275258</id><published>2006-07-18T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:43:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3G Splash competition...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap...by the looks of it, it is a competition that i'm taking part together with two of my other team-mates/friends. Man this competition is cool! Mobile game designing via programming...this is way too cool. Yesterday went back to school(finally after quite some time) for some java remidial. I was bold and daring enough to place my laptop in the locker...because it was burdening my shoulder. Mr Adam was mentioning bits and pieces of the splash and robocode competition...which I happened to join both initially, until I figured out that it was too much for me to handle. I wanted to learn about the codes behind the robo as well as to master the skill of programming with codes, and yet at the same time learn about game programming...both can say it's my interests. In the end I still quit robocode because I was really into making a mobile game. Imagine a mobile game you saw on the internet featured by Singtel was created by me and my friends, you can easily call me/us the GM of the game...&lt;br /&gt;(GM=game master). Wow...what a status for it...hehe..&lt;p&gt; Anyways, recently was trying to look for a job and a friend of mine was introducing this $100 job posted on the newspaper. So I thought since it was $100 per day, why not? So we went to the place yesterday, filled up some interview forms and waited for 7mins when she asked us to give her 5mins. I was really pissed off already, but still I gave her chance because she was after all a busy woman and most likely the boss of the whole cohort of workers. So this job was actually wanting us to work as outdoor surveyors and we're paid for every successful survey given..each piece is $2 bucks...so 50 pieces can get $100, and if 1-2 people goes for the exhitbition promoted by the sponsors for the survey, we'll get extra $15 as bonus, but it'll usually be at 5-15% of chance. So for me, most likely I would target those teenagers and young working adults. Working adults would be too caught up with time. Like if I were to stop someone in City Hall MRT station for a survey in the morning...haha...no one would.&lt;p&gt;But I'm not really confident to do this job actually, in fact I was just influenced by my friend to join this job reluctantly, since I still have my MacDonalds job.&lt;p&gt;That's just one part for it. The other part is that I got PIE project unfinished, and it's due on next wednesday and I got the Splash competition thingy going on as well.So I'm getting myself busy even though I am on holiday. I really have to decide if I really want to carry on the macdonald's job because it totally can't fit my schooling schedule...unless they allow me to pause and come back during the next holiday...but thinking from a manager's point of view, I think it's a no no.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today...expect a new blog skin too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115316986896275258?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115316986896275258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115316986896275258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115316986896275258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115316986896275258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/3g-splash-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115304660445232170</id><published>2006-07-16T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:43:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is totally awesome...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am reporting 'live' at plaza singapura with my beloved laptop...Didn't think that it would even be possible to go online here at MacDonald's...maybe can say that this is the first time using the laptop and yeah...that's how I got to know it...&lt;p&gt;Anyways, today is sunday and here at plaza singapura they have this big stage because there was some event called band fiesta...And Compassvale Sec was part of it!! yeah...that's my sec sch..but didn't manage to see some familar faces...maybe one or two...just that I didn't notice. So now that I know it's possible to sign in to MSN messenger or even blog, why not try playing maplestory?&lt;br /&gt;54Mbps, connection signal is weak, but still wished I can try it...though I have a feeling that it might d/c quite a number of times..&lt;p&gt;@@My laptop cover is dirty@@&lt;p&gt; Well then, this is the owner of this blog site...signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115304660445232170?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115304660445232170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115304660445232170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115304660445232170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115304660445232170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-totally-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115294613639490828</id><published>2006-07-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:48:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes I am back...forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I am going to be permanantly back...and never going to have such a thing as cpu taken away ever again...because I got my own laptop le...&lt;br /&gt;And I love it alot. Anyways, I got to go and prepare because today is Saturday! &lt;p&gt;Will continue blogging tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115294613639490828?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115294613639490828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115294613639490828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115294613639490828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115294613639490828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/yes-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115234206086787785</id><published>2006-07-08T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:01:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing In Action...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yah...I know that recently I've been missing in action...stopped blogging for quite a while...and even in MSN I've not really been online for the whole week...it'll go on like this for quite a while...and I don't wish to state the reason for this...but friends that are close to me, or at least come to my blog every now and then will know that this happened before...&lt;p&gt;So yeah. cheers and hope to resume back to action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115234206086787785?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115234206086787785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115234206086787785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115234206086787785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115234206086787785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing-in-action.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115181884476328536</id><published>2006-07-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:40:44.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The funniest day in PI0604K...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*for the sake of privacy, no names will be stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can boldly and proudly say that today might just be one of the best days for my class. It's so full of laughter and fun...at least in my opinion... &lt;p&gt;First, it was adeline's birthday...Then we were all at the billiard centre, and we sang her a birthday song..haha..quite paiseh for her though but well...that kind of feeling that your classmates are singing you a birthday song for your birthday...it's quite a nice feeling.. &lt;p&gt;Then before that we had breakfast cum lunch together at cafe 1. They were all talking about w and a kissing each other some time ago. Haha...I find it quite funny than disgusting...they are after all girls...Then another one, our snow white was so traumatized by what they were doing. So then, whay did a and w do to snow white?&lt;br /&gt;Threaten to kiss her as well...in a way or so.(cant find the correct word). Then she was there screaming all the way..covering her mouth and cheeks...Omigosh. The scene was so hilarious...there's more to come also... &lt;p&gt;Back to the billard centre...as we all know pool is usually played with 2people so the rest who were waiting to play were just bored and restless...Then some of them went to the other side to play soccer in those kind of machines..Then we gathered over there to watch the mini-match. Well, the funny thing was our snow white's reaction...she was so excited about the game that whenever the ball was about to get into the goalpost, she would scream. Not in those high pitched type, but those...i call it the "o-mouth scream"...and it was super funny...then we made fun of her screams and inmitated her as well. Best of all, w tried to make her stop screaming by saying,"if you are going to scream again i'll kiss you." &lt;p&gt;And we all laughed.She did tried to control herself during the game, but somehow still managed to scream a little...haha. The funny part was when she tried to scream, but remembering the fact that she might get kissed, she stopped screaming gradually...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats the fact...MY CLASS ROX! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posted on 29/6/06...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115181884476328536?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115181884476328536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115181884476328536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115181884476328536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115181884476328536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/07/funniest-day-in-pi0604k.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115140016902618792</id><published>2006-06-27T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:22:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate life alot. Really alot.&lt;p&gt;It's cruel and so unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115140016902618792?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115140016902618792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115140016902618792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115140016902618792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115140016902618792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-life-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115127921511316094</id><published>2006-06-26T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:46:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Money-minded me...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am now currently on the bus to church for another session of RGB training. But well, that’s not the point actually. The point here is, I taken the same bus 88 with the same bus licence plate number and farts when coming to a a halt; and this is  the 4th time! Omigosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, as I left my house along with the 5bucks given, I thought to myself should I use this money to buy food or save the money into the bank? I got a total of 25bucks; of which 20 is supposed to be untouched and deposited into my bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the K-box session I paid for Jess in nets and she paid me back in cash. By rights I should have 50bucks+/- and after deducting 24 for K-box, I should have around 26bucks. But I was wrong when I found out on Friday. I had a call on Friday that my computer was done so my father gave me some blue notes and to make sure I don’t get robbed or anything, I deposited into my bank. Didn’t had the cance to check the balance but after depositing the total amount was 683.93bucks. 643 was taken out for the upgrade and I’m left with...40bucks?  Now can you figure out the reason behind my blog title?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I knew that I had that much, I took out half and took a taxi back home. And if I deposit what I have now, Ill get back the original amount;after K-Box, befor collection of CPU. As for the 5bucks, I can choose to buy food for lunch cum dinner and stuff myself with macdonalds, or I can choose to save the 5bucks, get another 5 from monday's savings and put in a total of 30bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess only I have the answer to that question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115127921511316094?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115127921511316094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115127921511316094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115127921511316094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115127921511316094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/money-minded-me.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115120101382473918</id><published>2006-06-25T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:03:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Disguised f&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;or perfection...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After waiting for 2 long,tiring and happy days, its finally here.The one that I have been waiting for... 3.0GHz pentium 4 processor with 1.25GB of RAM, plus Microsoft Office 2003 and tremendous speed. I was like in awe as to the speed my computer has now compared to the "before-upgrade" processor speed. Well at least now studying in ITE is a big advantage to me because computers are what I’m studying about. Anyways, the two days were spent basically 4 places; K-box, Hougang mall, home and school. Thursday was the best day to be at home mapling, but I went to K-box with a close friend of mine. Then it just so happen that we wore the same shirt, but with different design; hers was the femle new world order shirt...and that was for the 2nd time already...suprisingly, I actually had the feeling that she was going to wear it..and there, she did! After she returned her books we headed straight for Hougang Plaza. Took bus 119  and in no time we were there. Suddenly, through a number of questions it proved that I knew her quite well...or was it mere luck?First it was about the winnie pooh screen protector that I bought for her in HK. The condition of it couldn’t last on her handhone, so she asked me to guess where she might put it. I said wallet...She looked at me, stunned and fold her arms like a kid who just threw tantrums. Of course I got the correct answer...Haha. Then we spent the whole afternoon singing songs at K-box I kind of loved the feeling when we sang those kindd of songs that had a male and female voice. It gives the feeling that we are a couple...but still it was just a feeling. I guess it is normal to feel that way in situations like these as long as I don’t wish that it will come true. That was Thursday. Friday was the tiring yet enjoyable moment as well. It was the day for NAPFA..so went on my father's car to get a lift. And I reached there at 7 when I’m suppsed to be there at 8. Thus went studying beside my locker area for the upcoming tests.Then I was interrupted when Tendious came and ask me to meet adeline together. So we went downstairs...saw adeline, waited for wendy and head straight for the stadium... &gt;&gt;Fast forward&gt;&gt; Finally it started...my class did the sit-ups followed by the standing broad jump. And I actually didn’t meet my target; I did less than 40 for sit-ups and didn’t jump far enough for the jump...Well I tried not to be disheartened and continue on with sit and reach. It was only today that I realized the biggest mistake that I have been doing all these years. I did not put my feet apart for sit and reach. And because of this I failed all these years for NAPFA, other than the run. So to cheer myself up, I looked at the list for the passing standards. Under shuttle run, I would need to get a timing of less than 10.2secs to get an A. I laughed to myself, and said I can do it, since I like to run short distances. Thoughts were just running through my mind as to what to do. At one point my head would tell me "Stretch!" or "speed up/slow down." And I did it! I got 10.1secs! Yeah, it is still an A grade to me, at least I tried my best.But at this sttion something terrible happened. Sufen fell down while running and bled terribly. The floor was terribly full of friction and she went over it, thus part of her hand’s skin came out and the flesh was visible. Yuck. Anyways, back to my NAPFA test. The next station was the pull-ups. I always loved pull-ups in secondary school because before my 15th birthday it was always A grade, until that year when I had to change over from inclined pull-ups to pull-ups. Well, it’s not too bad, at least it sort of, separates the boys from the men… Does it? I could only do two because it was so tiring after sit-ups and the badminton instructor in charge of that station told me that my muscles were too tense and thus I couldn’t lift myself up. Blah blah blah…if only I wasn’t that nervous…After which the whole class gathered at the stadium, discussing if we should continue running the 2.4km run. For me, I initially didn’t want to run because it rained just now. But knowing that it’s 6rounds only, I might as well finish it now. In the end, I got 29th position out of everyone in ICT, unsure if it’s a pass but hopefully it is.  Now to prepare for the upcoming test on Monday. This blog post was typed on 24th July 2006 on the bus on my PDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115120101382473918?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115120101382473918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115120101382473918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115120101382473918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115120101382473918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/disguised-for-perfection.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115047574719710967</id><published>2006-06-17T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:35:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please psycho me tat it's not true...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz...bad thoughts again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now went to triska,jieleng and eric's blog....When I saw each of their blogs, is like I kind of feel left out. Left out as in, they all go k-ster never call me lor...but nvm since I also never go before...then each of them their blogs all got take picture together de...then is like me, even for friendster or anywhere i dont even have my own pic. People always ask me,"you got pic?" then I really don't like what I answer but I have to...so I said, "no". I really don't know why I am thinking about all the negative things lor...&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the whole class is split into 3 major groups; the chinese 'popular', chinese 'unpopular', and the malays and maybe some that has sub groups within. So is like...ARGH. I'm going crazy. I want to fit in, be nice to everyone, friendly, and the person that everyone likes...but I can't seem to fit in even though apparently there's chatting once in a while on msn...etc.&lt;p&gt;Feel so sad...but will get over it soon...&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS...the class chalet is drawing closer and closer...man...yesterday during MME lecture that ms prethi told us that our school holidays start on the 7 July!! Then the chalet was booked during 3-5July. So is like the whole class is startled because of this news. I was like, &lt;br /&gt;"omigosh. 7th july leh...wat in the world...that adam told us is 1st july lor...if not why we book the chalet during 3-5july....dotts sia."&lt;br /&gt;Lucky adam come in just in time, then we checked with him when exactly is our holidays, 'cause if it really clashes with school then definitely the whole class will still go for the chalet, because firstly everyone contributed it and yah, by human nature who would want to 'throw away' the money by not going for the chalet. I'm not sure of the outcome though, but seems like everything seems to be ok, so that shouldn't be a problem.&lt;p&gt;If only I had no pimples...more self esteem, no curve hair, talk more, and oiless face...I wouldn't really have this kind of thoughts. But well, this is me, made like this. Sometimes circumstances from the world just hit me and some part of me that is good seem to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I remember that primary school I used to be very talkative and it was written in my report book. But now, come to think of it if this was told to my current classmates, who would believe it man. They'll probably go, "You...talkative...haha..."&lt;p&gt;See lah. Bad thoughts again.&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't get it. despite how I see myself and how sometimes my friends see me, I actually got an ex...and even though we break up le, she told me she still haven't give me up yet and that she has already rejected 5guys. I mean, am I that good? 5guys rejected just because she hasn't got over me yet. LOL. I'm being so...BHB. but, this is what she told me.&lt;p&gt;ok, need to sleep le. i shall update the next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115047574719710967?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115047574719710967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115047574719710967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115047574719710967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115047574719710967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-psycho-me-tat-its-not-true.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-115030141706260608</id><published>2006-06-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:10:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take cover!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to blog again...I guess the discipline of blogging every saturday can't seem to work after all. Maybe it's just that laziness, born within me.&lt;p&gt;Well anyways, lots of things have been happening especially on this blog's tagboard. What's all the commotion about man?&lt;p&gt;To update any reader about my life in school now, I kind of...like it, yet hate it. Why I hate it is because firstly there are tests coming before the term comes to an end and I'm like not studying at all. I mean, what is it with ITE that they have to give all the tests when the tagline reads, "Hands-on, Hearts on, Minds on," or whatever the order is. After being in ITE for one month, I come to realize that,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you know the practical, you know the theory(but it might not be so for everyone though).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This can be explained clearly through an example.&lt;p&gt;Computer Maintenance&amp;Operating System; long term for CMOS. In one of the lessons, we were taught about the "map" in the CPU(in my terms); where the power supply is; where the RAMs are placed; where the Processor is located; what are the different slots called, etc, by dismantling the whole CPU thing, and placing it all back in place. From here, the practical side is to know where the different parts are supposed to be and from there one will learn that one of the slots is called AGP and that is the slot for the graphics card.&lt;br /&gt;Since that lesson onwards, I remembered most of the names of the slots in the CPU(that's for the theory). So it's like kind of linked together and thus I find no reason why this who 'subject' has to have stuff like online tests.&lt;p&gt;The other thing is everyday I have to wake up by 6.30am, no more, no less. It would have been possible if kids between the ages of 7-17 or pri1-sec5 weren't having their holidays, simply because when my sister needs to go to school, the whole house is waken up somehow. It was worse in the past. Everyday my sister would start the day with scoldings from my mother, but I don't know the reasons why because those days I was still having my holiday. I kind of pity her, but sometimes she really deserved it like throwing tantrums or whatever that she does that my mother finds it disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;One may say,"Chey, 6.30am only mah...I have to wake up at 5am just to go to school from serangoon to sengkang(for example)!!" Yah true, but this is me. I find myself to be a heavy sleeper. I can never wake up on my own at 6am sharp unless I am woken up by something. This is true because in the past before starting school I can sleep till as late as 1pm! I guess it's just the bad side of me that makes me love sleep so much.&lt;p&gt;Now for the favourites section. Why I love the life in school.&lt;p&gt;First and foremost, it's because of the different programmes the school have. From the Games Day events to the different CCAs there are available! man i wish I could join every of those that I like. Well, the pressure is sort of increasing because my name was submitted for Student Council. &lt;em&gt;"Omigosh, Gabriel! you're chosen to be in the Student Council?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haiz, the good old mario-alike teacher, Mr Adam submitted my name just because I asked him what the Student Coucil was all about.&lt;br /&gt;Guess he likes my name coz there's a teacher with the same name as me. Even right at the beginning, he wanted me to be the chairman for the class, and I think it's because of my name that he saw on the class register, but I rejected it.&lt;p&gt;Secondly why I love school is because of my class. I have never experienced such unity in class ever since after pri 5. In fact, I missed those days until I entered into this class. Although there's still mockings here and there, I believe with all my heart that it was all for fun, no seriousness in between the words. Guess it's also because of the bad experience in Sec 4 as well...I name it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Dark Days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;p&gt; I guess it's all planned properly by God, that I'm in ITE and having fun altogether.&lt;p&gt;Time to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-115030141706260608?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/115030141706260608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=115030141706260608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115030141706260608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/115030141706260608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-cover-time-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20387286.post-114961177872656070</id><published>2006-06-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:36:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's just full of ups and downs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another scenerio has happened in the life of a person around me...I really feel so sad for her to go through such pain and torture of life. But still as a friend, I can't do anything to help her. What's done was done..She tried to numb the pain within her using cuts on the physical body...I can really empathize with her...feel what she felt, do what she did, etc. It's totally too much for a person to bear. &lt;p&gt;If I were in her shoes, I would have appeared on news today that I was found on the floor, in a pool of blood...(wait, i live on the 2nd floor...tats too exaggerated...). She shared with me problems with a guy whom she is intimately close with and her family problem. Notice that's it's only typed as "family problem" because she shared one thing with me only...but I believe that there are many more problems that led to her death yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken though...not physical death.&lt;br /&gt;This scenerio then dawns on me that how would life be without God for me? Most probably I would have ended up the same way in the past... &lt;p&gt;Well, if the person I'm referring to is reading this...just want to say that I myself go through this kind of problems...family disagreement, ugly insults from friends...etc. But one thing that is different between how things is solved is that I can always go to God...give my burdens to Him, and He exchanges it for peace in my heart. Though the problem may still be there, the attitude towards it is different. There's a change in the way one sees the problem. I call that the Big Exchange... &lt;p&gt;For those that are reading this but may disagree with me feel free to voice out since this is a democratic country but bearing in mind that it is to be in a civilized tone...what's there to disagree anyway... &lt;p&gt;That was one sad senerio...But I have another friend who is also a christian that has a total change over. &lt;p&gt;Yes, I mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOTAL CHANGE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Not going to name names...but this female(wow...another one...) friend of mine has gone through 3 stages of change as far as I know.&lt;br /&gt;1.the naive stage(bah...u guessed it...),&lt;br /&gt;2.The "ah lian" stage,&lt;br /&gt;3. The God-fearing stage.&lt;p&gt;Not going to go much into details for the naive stage but as far as I know, she was in the same school as me...very "shallow-thinking", gets twisted very easily by people's opinions,etc.&lt;br /&gt;After 2years of not being in the same class as her, suddenly we had a chat on the phone. I was overwhelmed. Shocked. Stunned. Or any other adjective u can think of. Being a history student, I can sense that the tone of speech was very gangster-like...Let's say an example...&lt;br /&gt;A:Hey B, so how have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;B: aiyah, everyday go out lor...slack...hang out with friends...wa sia..then my friends they all go clubbing then so sad I cannot go...what the f***! Haiz..sian 1/2 lor...then that stupid father...always argue with my mother...walao feel like slapping him in the face arh...he think he who arh...can anyhow bully people..."&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dialouge above is just a plain example, even if it did happen it was just a matter of coincidence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, back to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the point..The main focus is not aobut the speech spoken, but the drastic change from a naive person to someone who is "acting" someone(definitely not her character) in her life, at least that's what I feel. It was only recently that she told me she had been going to CHC Emerge 2006. She was there for all 4 days. Think she enjoyed it alot...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20387286-114961177872656070?l=gabsthechamp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/feeds/114961177872656070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20387286&amp;postID=114961177872656070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/114961177872656070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20387286/posts/default/114961177872656070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabsthechamp.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-just-full-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>gAb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
