<?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-4514172376791997899</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:56:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update on Que's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Que</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>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-9011583279302793366</id><published>2012-01-16T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:19:48.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good job my stupid cough and headache in making me staying at home rotting and not being able to enjoy my last days in Beijing with my friends before we are off to our vacation plans. Good job, really.&amp;nbsp;For the entire&amp;nbsp;freaking&amp;nbsp;week I have been struggling with the illnesses and I have to say that it is not a good idea to get sick in Beijing's winter because it is literally torturing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, a French friend of mine brought me to a French restaurant at Sanlitun. The place was so 'bien'(good in French). With the fact that customers being foreigners, waiters being able to converse in French and the French designs inside the restaurant, I actually thought that I was having my meal in France. The food was sumptuous too. I 'profite'(enjoy) it so much. However, the downside to it was that it wasn't wallet-friendly. By the way, je mappelle Quentin(my name is Quentin). Apparently, Quentin isn't pronounced as what you would normally think of. I guess it is far from it. It is actually pronounced as 'kong terng'. I got this French name from the same French friend whom I mentioned earlier. Merci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a good fact to know that some of my friends are leaving Beijing to begin their career-building journey in their hometown. And I am pretty sure that none of them wanna leave Beijing simply because BLCU is such an awesome place! I have come to realize that it is the place where you can have fun with your beloved friends, get to know people coming from all around the world, party literally almost every day, drink alcohol like there is no tomorrow, you know, some crazy and ridiculous things that you might not be able to do in your hometown. I have made some awesome friends here and they have taught me a lot - stuff that I would never learn in Singapore. BLCU just proves to be a place for everyone. I can see why everyone is saying they wanna come back here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-9011583279302793366?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/9011583279302793366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=9011583279302793366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/9011583279302793366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/9011583279302793366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-job-my-stupid-cough-and-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6402908289299322298</id><published>2012-01-11T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:02:42.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little did I realize that I am left with just another week and I will be gone to Hong Kong. I can't wait to sleep in my own room - a room that I can call my own. I am so sick of living with my current weird roommate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a rather busy week for me because my schedule was so packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I chatted with my high school junior and our conversation made me feel nostalgic. Now I really wanna go back to Singapore and meet all my friends. I think it feels great to take a stroll at where I used to live, study and have fun with my lovely friends after almost a year. I am so looking forward to stop by in Singapore in early Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that it is super problematic to organize an outing. Sometimes, you will just lose your cool when the situation gets messy and you are at a loss on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6402908289299322298?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6402908289299322298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6402908289299322298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6402908289299322298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6402908289299322298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-did-i-realize-that-i-am-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Que</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-610143266441042021</id><published>2012-01-03T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:44:17.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of 2012</title><content type='html'>After chatting with Pauline Loh, I have decided to start blogging again because she kinda motivated me to do so. Anyway, the main point of me blogging again is to improve my English. I really need to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was indeed an important year to me because it sorta changed my life. There were ups and downs. I made some great mistakes that were worth making because then I could learn from them. On top of that, I learned so many things that I had thought I would never come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, something needs to be done with my English, for real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-610143266441042021?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/610143266441042021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=610143266441042021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/610143266441042021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/610143266441042021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-of-2012.html' title='First Post of 2012'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7176948895163422918</id><published>2011-10-16T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:53:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so hard living in today's society</title><content type='html'>Have been reading news everyday. There are more negatives than positives. Life from now on gonna be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up, Thailand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7176948895163422918?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7176948895163422918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7176948895163422918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7176948895163422918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7176948895163422918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-so-hard-living-in-todays-society.html' title='It&apos;s so hard living in today&apos;s society'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7343825953538864000</id><published>2011-09-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:27:24.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 20 now</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone who wished me that night. It made my day. Sadly, I am no longer a teenager anymore. I wanna stay 18 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that night, I went out for meals with my friends. It was pleasant. I felt so much better as I didn't have to spend the night myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing anything fruitful lately. Always out. I guess I need to do some revision during the national holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7343825953538864000?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7343825953538864000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7343825953538864000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7343825953538864000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7343825953538864000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-20-now.html' title='I am 20 now'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8757529518467470042</id><published>2011-09-25T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:57:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties!</title><content type='html'>The other night I went for 2 parties and they were so contrasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was an Asian one. The people who attended it were those from countries like Japan, Korea, Indonesia,etc. I had so much fun talking and getting to know their cultures and there was lots of laughter.&amp;nbsp;It was really international because one moment we spoke Chinese, then sometimes English was spoken out of a sudden. The people there were really friendly and I enjoyed myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was a Western one. All the people come from Europe and I guess I was the only Asian there. Loud Techno music was played and people smoked all the time. Well, the people there were nice, but the environment just didn't suit me well. I felt so uncomfortable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about the parties. And that night was important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8757529518467470042?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8757529518467470042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8757529518467470042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8757529518467470042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8757529518467470042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/parties.html' title='Parties!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5590627590373608394</id><published>2011-09-20T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:38:30.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永春拳</title><content type='html'>Today was the first lesson of my 'Wing Chun' class. I got the real taste of it. It was really cool but I will never ever want to be involved into any fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at the beginning of the class, I learned all the boring stuff like the introduction of 'Wing Chun' and practised punching in the air. Then, our master told us to find a partner and practise some new moves we had learned. So I got this Russian guy who declared that he had learned martial arts for more than 10 years. I got beaten by his different moves and I got really scared. I am so sure I would be killed in minutes if we really got into a real fight. He was so strong and fast that I could not see what he was doing exactly! I realise I am so weak.=_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lessons gonna be twice a week. Looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it's so easy to make friends here. I got to know a new friend when we were waiting for the elevator today. That is life in BLCU. Everyday is different!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5590627590373608394?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5590627590373608394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5590627590373608394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5590627590373608394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5590627590373608394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_20.html' title='永春拳'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6833663887979259781</id><published>2011-09-18T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T17:34:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found you back once again, facebook!</title><content type='html'>I realise that I really can't survive without Facebook. Damn Freegate, useless. Thanks to a friend of mine who introduced me this VPN, Hotspot Shield, that makes my life colourful once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great! It was an American night for me because I spoke English all the time. I went to bars at 五道口. I didn't like it much before coming to Beijing. I had a blast with my friends that night. And I guess I will be going bars more often from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day I helped my friends to shift their furniture in their room. Now it looks bigger and I am glad that they are satisfied with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love being here! I am meeting new faces here almost everyday. &amp;nbsp;Didn't make the wrong choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6833663887979259781?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6833663887979259781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6833663887979259781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6833663887979259781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6833663887979259781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-found-you-back-once-again-facebook.html' title='I found you back once again, facebook!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-827664970383876539</id><published>2011-09-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:19:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中秋节快乐！</title><content type='html'>It's Mooncake Festival Day today and it seemed like any other normal day to me. I talked to my friends and relatives via Facebook, Whatsapp and MSN and I felt much better. It eliminated my loneliness somehow. Anyway, I hope my relatives had a wonderful reunion dinner, my JC friends will do well for their coming exams and Poly friends enjoy their break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so cool walking among people covered themselves with winter clothing while I was wearing a sleeveless shirt on the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-827664970383876539?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/827664970383876539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=827664970383876539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/827664970383876539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/827664970383876539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='中秋节快乐！'/><author><name>Que</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-6522558198839864748</id><published>2011-09-12T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T01:55:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhealthy Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Today I went out to explore Beijing with Ivan and our destination was 三里屯 Village. There was a really beautiful and new shopping mall and I felt like I was in Tokyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the pub street for for a drink. I had a long chat with Ivan. Then later his friends came and joined us. And now I felt as if I was in America because I heard English everywhere. I guess I have grown accustomed to nightlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight I saw pole dancing and belly dancing for the first time. It was really cool and the girls were sexy. Nice experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6522558198839864748?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6522558198839864748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6522558198839864748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6522558198839864748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6522558198839864748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/unhealthy-lifestyle.html' title='Unhealthy Lifestyle'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6644586878338976823</id><published>2011-09-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:46:25.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Weekend of the Semester</title><content type='html'>Today's weather was really cold. If I am not wrong, it was 14 Celsius Degree. There was a drizzle which made the ground wet the whole day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on my first journey to explore a place which is like 4-5 train stops away from my University. &amp;nbsp;And guess what? I took about one and a half hours just to reach my destination. I got really frustrated at myself for boarding the wrong trains for three times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The destination was 中关村. I name it the city of electronics because you can get anything related to electronics there. There are so many buildings and inside they are full of shops selling electronic devices. Other than that, I have nothing else to elaborate =_="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for the day. A boring day indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6644586878338976823?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6644586878338976823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6644586878338976823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6644586878338976823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6644586878338976823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-weekend-of-semester.html' title='The First Weekend of the Semester'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8605442164757834531</id><published>2011-09-09T12:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:31:57.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling Down in BLCU</title><content type='html'>Now, I am in Beijing! The previous days were crazy and exciting at the same time. I had a really horrible start upon my arrival in here. For the first few days, I got so upset over the dorm thing. I almost couldn't get a place to stay in. If that were to happen, then I would have to suffer from expensive rents plus super dirty room. If it wasn't for my brother, I think things would get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know a Japanese guy. The first friend in Beijing. Another one is Ivan from Mexico. He was my roommates for 2 days and is such a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons aren't that easy. I hope things will get better everyday and that I can make new friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class today, I had my first meal with my classmates. I was a lil embarrassed as they were all ladies. Not a single guy joined us. Anyway, those ladies were nice people. I felt good making new friends. How I wish everyday could be this decent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8605442164757834531?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8605442164757834531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8605442164757834531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8605442164757834531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8605442164757834531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/settling-down-in-blcu.html' title='Settling Down in BLCU'/><author><name>Que</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-5462283418977639953</id><published>2011-09-02T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T03:02:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before I Left</title><content type='html'>So I will be leaving to Beijing for further studies in a few more hours. I am experiencing a mixed feelings of excitement and anxiousness. What kind of people will I face? How will my next phase of life be? Will I be able to adapt to the totally new environment? Many questions are flashing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days was great! I met up with friends and relatives. We had dinner, activities and wonderful chats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting this time isn't upsetting much because I have been here only for about half a year and this place is somehow still foreign to me, even though it's supposed to be my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Singapore, I lived there for years. My teenage years was spent there and it produced so much amazing memories . I feel it's hard to leave the place you have been living for years and when all your friends are there. And guess what? I still can't get over it. I miss Singapore so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have heard so many horrible stories in China. Very very bad. Seriously, WHAT A COUNTRY!? I better not comment any further. Let's pray hard that Beijing is safe city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I live in China, I think I will have more spare time on blogging. So I really hope that this laptop that I am using won't give me any troubles. I really can't survive without internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading blogs about life in that University. Well, surprisingly, all the writers said they enjoyed being there. So I hope that what they share is true. It is because of their words that made me look forward to the new adventure as they really gave me a good impression of Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, goodbye Hong Kong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5462283418977639953?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5462283418977639953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5462283418977639953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5462283418977639953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5462283418977639953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-before-i-left.html' title='The Day Before I Left'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5757741708315367725</id><published>2011-08-16T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:11:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Mature?</title><content type='html'>As I get older, thoughts change, taste changes and things change too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5757741708315367725?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5757741708315367725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5757741708315367725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5757741708315367725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5757741708315367725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/08/grown-mature.html' title='Grown Mature?'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8121224815607281239</id><published>2011-06-13T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:23:11.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly side of me</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very troubled recently. My mind is full of stinginess, selfishness and jealous. My mind can't be at ease all the times. How can I get rid of that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8121224815607281239?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8121224815607281239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8121224815607281239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8121224815607281239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8121224815607281239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugly-side-of-me.html' title='The ugly side of me'/><author><name>Que</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-7928481648357406023</id><published>2011-05-27T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:46:52.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIM</title><content type='html'>I just received an email from SIM regarding my enrollment. I got in. Sadly, I had to reject the offer. When I was in Singapore, I really looked forward to being a student there. What a wasted opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7928481648357406023?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7928481648357406023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7928481648357406023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7928481648357406023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7928481648357406023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/05/sim.html' title='SIM'/><author><name>Que</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-5314267888518072655</id><published>2011-05-23T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:58:56.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message</title><content type='html'>I just received a message from her out of a sudden. Memories of her suddenly flashed through my mind. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5314267888518072655?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5314267888518072655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5314267888518072655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5314267888518072655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5314267888518072655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/05/message.html' title='The Message'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2570239243121594589</id><published>2011-05-21T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:07:28.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futher Study</title><content type='html'>It's been decided that I will be going to Beijing to study. Gonna enrich my Chinese language. Or maybe more.  I don't know it's gonna take how long, but I hope for half a year? After all, I still prefer Japan. The most idealistic situation is of course Beijing first, Japan next. I don't know what will happen. I hope that I can improve my languages through making new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2570239243121594589?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2570239243121594589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2570239243121594589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2570239243121594589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2570239243121594589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/05/futher-study.html' title='Futher Study'/><author><name>Que</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-3367063747635063759</id><published>2011-05-09T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:06:52.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Beijing or Japan?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-3367063747635063759?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/3367063747635063759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=3367063747635063759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3367063747635063759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3367063747635063759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/05/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5370617941411247383</id><published>2011-05-02T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:01:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>I am totally neglecting this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5370617941411247383?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5370617941411247383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5370617941411247383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5370617941411247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5370617941411247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4774955383549178010</id><published>2011-04-20T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:21:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Have been sick lately since the day I went to Macau with my relatives. The trip was fine. We watched a performance, called 'The Dancing Water'. Pretty impressive, but watching for once is just enough. Anyway, the main objective of this trip was of course gambling. I won a small amount of money.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japanese class is getting harder everyday. We are having tests merely everyday. But that is a good thing because I have picked up quite a lot. I hope I can pick up even faster. It is getting more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be visiting Bangkok during the Easter period for 5 days. Gonna miss 1 lesson. So reluctant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found some old photos in Facebook. I felt so nostalgic seeing myself in school uniform. I feel like wearing it now. Life then was so happy and interesting, unlike now. One can never find those times again once secondary school life is over. I miss my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I admit that my English is deteriorating. Gotta do something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4774955383549178010?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4774955383549178010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4774955383549178010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4774955383549178010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4774955383549178010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1658426684655231414</id><published>2011-04-13T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:22:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, I had my Japanese class in the morning. I am glad that my class becomes a lil more bonded now. We start to talk together. A good start anyway!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A classmate of mine mentioned that he is teaching English for primary school kids. So I think I may try it out someday with my broken English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I went out to collect my laptop. Bad news! The shop owner suggested me buying a new one because it is gonna cost a lot fixing it. I felt frustrated. But I just got my first iphone 4 of my life in hand. So should I feel happy or upset? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I had a dinner with my family and dad's friend. I got amazed at him being able to speak Japanese. I found it so cool and it motivates me to study harder for Japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1658426684655231414?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1658426684655231414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1658426684655231414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1658426684655231414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1658426684655231414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-usual-i-had-my-japanese-class-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4063196688275206595</id><published>2011-04-11T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:01:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life</title><content type='html'>These few days, I have been busy. Furthermore, my laptop spoiled. Therefore I didn't check out the news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents came to Hong Kong for a week! I am glad to see them. But the bad thing is I will be having class everyday and they will be staying in China most of the time. Anyway, my mother bought me an IPHONE 4. Yay! By the way, we are visiting Macau this weekend! I am looking forward to the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Japanese class has started for a few days now and it is not easy. Sensei taught us at a super fast pace and they all speak so fast that I always get confused. In my class, I think I am the youngest. Most of my classmates are working adults. I find it very hard to make friends. And I think if I miss one lesson or don't do any revision at all, I will be far behind from the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning a new language takes a lot of time. I really wanna speak like a native Japanese. So, ganbatte ne~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I don't stand a chance to study in Japan in near future based on current situation in Japan. It's exactly one month after the natural and humanitarian calamity happened and the reactors are still far from stability. I am so devastated about it. My future becomes so unclear right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4063196688275206595?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4063196688275206595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4063196688275206595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4063196688275206595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4063196688275206595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-life.html' title='Busy Life'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4984516151344565453</id><published>2011-04-06T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:06:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson!</title><content type='html'>I will be having classes from tomorrow onwards. Yay! But the downside to it is that I have to wake up so early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4984516151344565453?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4984516151344565453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4984516151344565453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4984516151344565453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4984516151344565453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/04/lesson.html' title='Lesson!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5521271045200947428</id><published>2011-04-02T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:59:27.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I hate 2011. Go to hell. Whatever I do, there must be obstacles. Fuck 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5521271045200947428?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5521271045200947428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5521271045200947428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5521271045200947428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5521271045200947428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5469499695352595054</id><published>2011-03-31T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:38:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie's Place</title><content type='html'>Shifted all the stuff to my auntie's office yesterday. One of the room was filled with all our stuff. There was little space for us to move. I got so pissed for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so bad for making my auntie's house so messy. Gonna be staying here for nearly a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now a friend of mine told me to write him a letter of authorisation because he wants to help me collect my graduation booklet. I spent a lot of effort writing it. Rewrote for 3 times to make sure that there is no mistake and with my best handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda brings back memory because last time my form teacher always made us do English homework and we never did, for once. We always distracted him and made him tell us stories whenever his lessons were ongoing. I miss his lessons so much because they were so amusing that we never failed to laugh. Haha! Right now when I wanna do English homework, I am no longer a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am gonna attend classes a week later. Excited! But Japan's situation is worsened. Upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5469499695352595054?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5469499695352595054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5469499695352595054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5469499695352595054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5469499695352595054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/aunties-place.html' title='Auntie&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5985178469926090133</id><published>2011-03-29T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T02:21:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Old Home!</title><content type='html'>Spent most of the day packing up stuff and it's not finished yet. I didn't realise that we have so many stuff for such a small unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from today onwards, I will be staying at my auntie's place. She is truly helpful. I feel guilty for having her help us so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radiation crisis still ongoing and probably getting worse. I always imagine myself being a superman and resolve the matter, so that I can study in Japan. *sigh* Right now all I can do is sincerely pray that the matter will be resolved in the next few days, so the victims' agony shall come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, goodbye old home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5985178469926090133?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5985178469926090133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5985178469926090133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5985178469926090133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5985178469926090133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-bye-old-home.html' title='Goodbye, Old Home!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7993577558957390665</id><published>2011-03-28T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:12:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Up</title><content type='html'>Today I spent half my day packing up my stuff. Lots of stuff! Now my house is full of packed boxes. I feel so cramped here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I played a game the whole time. The game is Cities XL. I am starting to get bored of it already. I am feeling like I just wasted the whole day. I dislike the kind of life I am having at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting colder everyday. It gives me a lonely feeling. I am craving for spring to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my luck is pretty bad, seriously~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7993577558957390665?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7993577558957390665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7993577558957390665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7993577558957390665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7993577558957390665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/pack-up.html' title='Pack Up'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2658304069017014515</id><published>2011-03-27T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:08:58.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to HK</title><content type='html'>I am back to Hong Kong now. Gotta bare the coldness here again. The weather in Thailand is really warm. Little movements can make you sweat easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for a massage with my brother. Good experience. Maybe because I have lots of fats now, therefore I felt relaxed after the session. I remember the first massage I had, I overreacted by the tickles. Couldn't stop laughing when the massager kept rubbing my body. Now I still do especially when the person touches 'near' the private part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was glad I chose to go back to Bangkok for just one week. Otherwise, I would be rotting at home everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lil upset about my weight because I just reached 70 kg. Gotta do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to got for classes in April. Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what will happen in this one year plus and after that. Will things still be the same? I am very happy everytime I hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2658304069017014515?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2658304069017014515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2658304069017014515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2658304069017014515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2658304069017014515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-hk.html' title='Back to HK'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5910530303328265520</id><published>2011-03-23T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:38:54.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陳綺貞 - 還是會寂寞</title><content type='html'>I am gonna get crazy soon. I have nothing to do here and I am very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have been listening to 陳綺貞's songs. So obsessed with her. I admire her talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r4RKmGoobZg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5910530303328265520?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5910530303328265520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5910530303328265520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5910530303328265520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5910530303328265520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='陳綺貞 - 還是會寂寞'/><author><name>Que</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://img.youtube.com/vi/r4RKmGoobZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-4738673766088082401</id><published>2011-03-21T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:52:15.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>I am in Bangkok and will be staying here for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning bro, dad and I sent mummy off to the airport. She is leaving for Russia for a trip. I guess she just reached there. Hope she has fun with her friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to talk to Tangmo on the phone today! She is still as cheerful as she always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still catching up with the radiation crisis closely. Please! I want to see the end to it soon. Pray hard for the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand is very hot right now. What can I do in this one week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4738673766088082401?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4738673766088082401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4738673766088082401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4738673766088082401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4738673766088082401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-3049711029684702873</id><published>2011-03-18T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T01:15:38.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, a job can be the most tedious thing in life. You do the same thing everyday and nothing interesting comes out of it. Meeting the same people everyday. It makes your life meaningless. For example an office work. Some people have no choice, but some do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I would choose a job that enables you to think, solve problems and communicate. Never a job that requires you to stare at the paper works and computer the whole day. The best option for me is study until the last day of my life because school is where all the fun is. You don't have many things to stress about and you won't lose touch with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of job would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-3049711029684702873?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/3049711029684702873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=3049711029684702873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3049711029684702873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3049711029684702873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/job.html' title='A Job'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-3724238192884779292</id><published>2011-03-17T00:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:11:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News and more DEVASTATING NEWS!</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have become a boring person, literally. When you talk to me, I won't make much effort to extend the conversation. Most of the time, I will be thinking of stuff, even when the conversation goes on. Lots of things on my mind nowadays. It can be anything, so random. It's hard to live without friends. Loneliness kills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Yahoo! news is like a facebook to me. I check it more than facebook. The radioactive crisis in Japan caught my full attention. I'm so worried about the situation there that I kinda neglect other news. I don't wanna care about that $6000 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I know, it has caused 3 major problems. The first one is many victims are left homeless and live in harsh conditions and thousands of deaths! Next is it has caused the global economy to decline sharply. In other words, the whole world is affected! Last but not least, I think it's the most severe one, the leak of radiation. I wish someone invented a technology that eliminates the radiation. If people are contacted with a large amount of radiation for a long time, the chance of developing cancer is likely to increase. Moreover, there will be undesirable effects to the next generation because it can cause implications in pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I watch the news, I feel more devastated. Death is still going on and the process of radiation leak is seemingly developing. Scientists ain't sure if they can minimize it and I heard from my friends that the Japanese government is downplaying this issue. In contrast, the west is putting everyone in panic by sensationalising it. What the hell is going on?! I hope the worst expectation won't ever come into picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, treasure your loved ones from now on, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-3724238192884779292?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/3724238192884779292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=3724238192884779292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3724238192884779292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3724238192884779292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/news-and-more-news.html' title='News and more DEVASTATING NEWS!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8162748134638547603</id><published>2011-03-15T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:28:35.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, my friends!</title><content type='html'>I met my friends at citygate today. Kept them company and helped them do some translation. After that, off to the airport. Soon, I bade them goodbye. We met up for less than 3 hours. That was so short. Really really short. They came 3 days ago, now they have left. Seriously, I hate this feeling when I have to part with my friends. I dislike going to the airport sometimes. I always get the lonely feeling whenever I am there. Seeing the planes take off. Hmmph...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8162748134638547603?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8162748134638547603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8162748134638547603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8162748134638547603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8162748134638547603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/farewell-my-friends.html' title='Farewell, my friends!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-640501129442756664</id><published>2011-03-14T05:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T05:51:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day with Friends</title><content type='html'>Today I visited 'Avenue of stars' in Tsim Sha Tsui as a tourist. I felt really comfortable walking and admiring the scenery. Then walked along the Cameron Road. I get kinda bored of walking around in Kowloon already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I met Isaac, Mitchell, Mark and his friends in the hotel and guided them around in Mongkok. Brought them to eat wanton noodles. I am glad that they loved the food. Got to know more of their schoolmates. Felt good. By the time I came back home, it's already 4 am. I was taken aback when I saw my brother and his friends were still playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet Isaac they all again later and probably gonna send them off. I wonder when is the next time we are gonna meet. Anyway, I tried to convince them to visit me again in June. Hope they can come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, (white) happy valentine's day, MX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-640501129442756664?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/640501129442756664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=640501129442756664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/640501129442756664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/640501129442756664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/2nd-day-with-friends.html' title='2nd Day with Friends'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6519645648583373555</id><published>2011-03-13T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T04:29:00.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SG Friends!</title><content type='html'>Today I met my Singapore friends, Isaac, Mitchell and Mark. Felt so excited and happy. Even though I have come back to Hong Kong for only about 2 weeks, it's like as though we haven't seen one another for a few months! We spent a few hours talking and catching up. I am glad to know that they are enjoying their JC life with their newfound friends. It seems to me that their life is becoming more interesting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think for the next 2 days, I am gonna meet them again. I don't know when is the next time we are gonna meet again after this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their presence, I feel as if I am back to Singapore again. I really miss Singapore especially the time we spent together in our secondary school life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6519645648583373555?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6519645648583373555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6519645648583373555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6519645648583373555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6519645648583373555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sg-friends.html' title='My SG Friends!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6445376864287856526</id><published>2011-03-12T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:25:14.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan, hang in there!</title><content type='html'>As we all know, Japan was struck with a disastrous tsunami today. News are flooded with this unfortunate incident and are repeating all the time. When I saw the tsunami videos, I found it very scary. The sea water flowed destroying all the houses and killing people. Some are left homeless and hurt physically and mentally. Even I felt terrified as if i was the victim when I was only watching the news. I truly hope that Japan receive the least impact with her rich technology. So hang in there, Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Hong Kongers, I think it's the best idea to help Japan with our $6000 (if we even get any). It's not the time to be selfish, rather we gotta stick together and help them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6445376864287856526?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6445376864287856526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6445376864287856526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6445376864287856526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6445376864287856526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-hang-in-there.html' title='Japan, hang in there!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7879723408285434438</id><published>2011-03-10T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:10:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of work. Practically, I had nothing to do there. Had a lil conversation with my 'colleague' and she kinda taught me some stuff. Anyway, I didnt doze off today. I felt some kind of achievement. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we went to Mongkok and shopped around for some furniture.... again. Gosh! I am sick of furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a Chinese idiom book for 'primary school student' today. I hope it helps in my Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling so reluctant over going to Shen Zhen this Saturday. Sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7879723408285434438?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7879723408285434438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7879723408285434438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7879723408285434438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7879723408285434438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-is-second-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7064214695882074899</id><published>2011-03-09T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T23:44:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Work</title><content type='html'>Today I worked in my auntie's office officially for the first day. I didn't have to do much. Just organised some receipts. Easy task. After that, my aunt and her assistant discussed about the furniture stuff and I dozed of during the conversation. That showed how bored I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a long jog alone today. Felt so refreshed. It's good to exercise. Don't wanna be a fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a very bad news today. I am told to go to Shen Zhen again. I feel so reluctant right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very cold day. Feeling so blue the whole day. I wanna get busy. I wanna go back to school. I wanna make new friends. I am so looking forward to April because that is when I am gonna study in a school and probably make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is not my season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7064214695882074899?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7064214695882074899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7064214695882074899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7064214695882074899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7064214695882074899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day of Work'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-3651082103386670600</id><published>2011-03-09T02:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T03:10:16.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shen Zhen Trip</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Shen Zhen, China, with my relatives to choose furniture for my new house since it's so much cheaper in China. We spent more than 6 hours inside the furniture mall. Bored to death. I almost dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with my auntie's friend and we played mahjong in China style. Hate it so much! I kept losing my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's trip absolutely makes me never wanna travel to Shen Zhen ever again. The people seem very cunning. On the roads, you can die anytime because cars are driven at high speed and drivers will horn at you anyhow. Pedestrians always have to give way to drivers. Somehow I saw someone pushing a supermarket trolley on the road. Furthermore, I was always on the lookout on my valuable items because the criminal rate is very high. I felt very uneasy and insecure all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am so lucky because I am living in Hong Kong. It's so much better here. More developed and organised. A country with low criminal rate. People are more educated and cultured and I don't have to worry about the food distributed because I know it's definitely much cleaner. Proud to be a Hong Konger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-3651082103386670600?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/3651082103386670600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=3651082103386670600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3651082103386670600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3651082103386670600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/shen-zhen-trip.html' title='Shen Zhen Trip'/><author><name>Que</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-8108067658809881503</id><published>2011-03-08T02:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T04:12:41.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6000 HKD</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I was so happy over the news regarding all HK citizens above 18 being eligible to receive $6000 each. Now, I feel that it is ridiculous. Why? It is causing a lot of mess and confusion among Hong Kongers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new immigrants in HK aren't eligible to receive the $6000. They felt neglected and mistreated. Why everyone get the benefit when they don't? Everyone should be treated the same way right? Recently, they went on a protest march and caused a lot of violence. WELL, these people cause inflation! They cause the price of HK properties to increase dramatically. Not only properties but everything. Huge competition with the locals - jobs, housing, education, etc. And here they are still complaining so much after causing so many problems. Do you even think they deserve the benefit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the eligible ones also protested because they think it's very unfair when those who migrated out of the country also get this benefit. Moreover, they think that students shouldn't get it because they all haven't contributed to the economy. WELL, why are these people so troublesome? What's the point?! Just get the money and stop complaining. The more you protest, the slimmer the chance you get it. You wanna protest? Do it after we all get the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, giving money to citizens is the stupidest choice ever. Some people will just rely on the government and choose to eradicate hard work. Furthermore, as seen, people will just complain how it is unfair when everyone gets the same benefit. As a result, a violent riot is caused, like what happened yesterday. Can't really blame the government alone because Hong Kongers are very hard to please=_="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8108067658809881503?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8108067658809881503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8108067658809881503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8108067658809881503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8108067658809881503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/hk-politics.html' title='6000 HKD'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4697618256613033847</id><published>2011-03-07T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:41:55.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Trip</title><content type='html'>Today I went for a hiking trip on some hills with my brother and friends. Freaking horrible! We climbed up at least 3000 stairs. The ascending part was super grueling. As we climbed up, each step seemed higher than the previous one. I find it harder than going for a marathon. Moreover, the descending part was killing! If you are careless, you might die. The ground was so rocky and slippery that I slipped for a couple of times. Luckily, I am still alive. The whole process took about 4 hours. Totally killing, but the scenery was picturesque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly recall a hiking trip with Bernard, Darrel and Jeremy on Bukit Timah Hill. We climbed at 2 am in the morning. Of course, we had flashlights. Singapore's hills are so much easier to climb on because the ground is not that complex. Furthermore, I wasn't afraid of the dark at all because there were like 4 of us and I knew that the rest were very scared. It somehow made me feel more brave. That was an adventurous and exciting experience. How I wish I could do it with them again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4697618256613033847?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4697618256613033847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4697618256613033847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4697618256613033847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4697618256613033847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/hiking-trip.html' title='Hiking Trip'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4025395981586144812</id><published>2011-03-06T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:51:31.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>My brother's friends came over today and we had lunch together. Thought of playing badminton but, ahh, mahjong again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, had dinner with my brothers' friends whom they got to know one another in Japan. They told me a lot of cool stuff about Japan. Now, I am so looking forward to living there. Wondering how I will be and what I will be doing there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Its been one week now and still missing you. Very happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4025395981586144812?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4025395981586144812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4025395981586144812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4025395981586144812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4025395981586144812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8139777635061324370</id><published>2011-03-05T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:33:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less lonely</title><content type='html'>My brother is back from China, so the house is not that empty at the moment. I'm feeling less lonely and it feels great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next monday onwards, I am gonna go to my auntie's office to 'work' everyday. Haha! The truth is I am kinda hired to keep company with her assistant, since she is working alone in the office most of the time. So I guess my presence will make her less bored and I will be working for this whole March. It's good because I won't waste my holiday doing nothing and will learn something from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother taught me about stock market. It interests me and I'd like to find out more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8139777635061324370?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8139777635061324370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8139777635061324370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8139777635061324370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8139777635061324370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/less-lonely.html' title='Less lonely'/><author><name>Que</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-1685492997912974089</id><published>2011-03-03T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:46:19.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Myself</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but the weather is colder today. By the way, I had a pleasant sleep this morning because the renovation didn't take place. Thanks god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay! I received a very good news today. All the people who are 18 and above and hold a Hong Kong citizenship are given 6000 HKD each. I feel so proud to be a Hong Konger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went for a jog alone on the streets. They are always full of people and vehicles. Guess because I am in Hong Kong! Jogging kinda refreshed me because the weather was so cooling that I didn't sweat much. However, the downside to it was that I inhaled a lot of dirty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I watched a couple of dramas. Some touching scenes made my mind create a lot of imagination. hmm... And I think I still missed the life in Singapore. I received 20 sms on average each day. But now, I stare at my phone once every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found something interesting. Ever heard of Myers-Biggs Type Indicator (MBTI)? It is a psychological tool that is able to differentiate what kind of person you are. I found it quite accurate. Let's see what it describes me as. I am an ISFP, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Usually gentle and kind, they are intense and passionate about their values and deeply held beliefs, which they share with trusted friends. Because of their discreet manner, their enthusiasm may not be apparent. They are sensitive to others' pain, restlessness or general discomfort and strive to find happiness, balance and wholeness for themselves in order to help others find joy, satisfaction and plenitude. They are deeply empathetic.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They live life in an intently personal fashion, acting on the belief that each person is unique and that social norms are to be respected only if they do not hinder personal development or expression. They strive to adhere to their own high personal moral standards and are particularly sensitive to inconsistencies in their environment between what is being said and what is being done. Empty promises of adhering to something they value – such as environmental causes or human rights - set off an inner alarm and they may transform themselves into modern day Joan of Arcs. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They are quietly persistent in raising awareness of cherished causes and often fight for the underdog in quiet or not-so-quiet ways. In a team, they will raise issues of integrity, authenticity, and good or bad, and may to opt out if the team refuses to address the questions raised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;       They are usually tolerant and open-minded, insightful, flexible and understanding. They live for the understanding of others and feel deeply grateful when someone takes the time to get to know them personally. They have good listening skills, are genuinely concerned, insightful, and usually avid readers. At their best, they inspire others to be themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested? Check out this website &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1685492997912974089?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1685492997912974089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1685492997912974089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1685492997912974089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1685492997912974089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/knowing-myself.html' title='Knowing Myself'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7769768938832077676</id><published>2011-03-02T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:45:58.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Another day has passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got super duper disturbed by the killing noise made by the renovation upstairs while I was asleep and it was like 9 am. I wondered why they started so early. At that point of time, I felt like going up to the bastards and stab them 100 times and screw them in their heads before going back to sleep. I hope it is not going to happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dinner with my relatives today. Then, I played mahjong with my cousins at home. One of them said I have become more manly. No longer a small boy now. Truth is she hasn't seen me for quite some time and I have put on some weight. So I guess that explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I unpacked my stuff. Got rid of some unused letters and found a lot of funny stuff. I realise I took a lot of pictures when I was younger. Discovered a lot of 'neoprint' pictures. From then till now, I have changed so much. I admit that have I become so much better looking than I was back then. When I compared myself to my friends, they haven't changed much.  I wonder how I will look when I am older. Fatter? More muscular? Cuter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures contain a lot of memories inside. How I wish I had the ability that allows me to go back in time. I am missing those times already~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7769768938832077676?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7769768938832077676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7769768938832077676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7769768938832077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7769768938832077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Que</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-6134958881810080470</id><published>2011-03-01T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T03:11:39.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmph..</title><content type='html'>I felt so pathetic recently. No school, no work and nothing to look forward to. I really want to go back to school and study. This holiday is way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, Mitch and Mark are coming to Hong Kong next month. I hope to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Karyee's blog just now. She posted about how much she missed NTSS. Well, I felt the same way too. Thinking back, I regret not having more fun with my friends. I should have made even more friends back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what everyone is doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6134958881810080470?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6134958881810080470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6134958881810080470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6134958881810080470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6134958881810080470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmmph.html' title='Hmmph..'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5584218006274278457</id><published>2011-02-28T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:15:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mx</title><content type='html'>$10 note - kept for life&lt;br /&gt;Q,&lt;br /&gt;blue rose - the unattainable / mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160211 - 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;miss ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5584218006274278457?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5584218006274278457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5584218006274278457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5584218006274278457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5584218006274278457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/02/mx.html' title='Mx'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-228327518344739940</id><published>2011-02-28T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T04:06:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am in Hong Kong. I will update this blog more often because I won't have many things to do during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the last gathering with most of my friends in Changi airport the other day. Well, I would like to thank all of them for sending me off. I had mixed feelings at that point of time. Tearful moment huh! I felt so touched that I managed to hold my tears back. It was kinda like the biggest day of my life because I had never expected so many people would do that for me. I received many presents - from chocolates to a large doll. I will keep them for life, I guess. Not to forget about the album that they made for me, it contains a lot of powerful encouraging words and some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been many years already. I am so lucky that I made so many friends in Singapore. We shared tonnes of happy moments together and I learned so much from them. And I never regretted choosing New Town Secondary School because that was the place where I got to know many of my friends and it is the best part of my life. I am very proud to say that my batch is the best because most of us are close and all of us achieved good results together for our final exam. Seriously, I will never forget every single one of them. I hope we all can maintain our friendship for as long as we can - be it 5 years or even later. I believe one can never find friends from his secondary school elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I still miss my friends a lot even though it has only been 2 days. From time to time, some happy memories will flash back my mind and I will smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a message to you people : &lt;br /&gt;Even though you all are on different paths now, do make an effort to keep in touch no matter how hard it is or how busy you are. Like I said, you can't find them elsewhere. Surely, you guys will make new friends, but don't ever forget the old ones. Luckily, we have Facebook nowadays, so make full use of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-228327518344739940?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/228327518344739940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=228327518344739940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/228327518344739940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/228327518344739940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-hong-kong.html' title='Back to Hong Kong'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6311591636976592818</id><published>2011-01-16T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:05:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Up</title><content type='html'>I have been very depressed recently. The more I think about it, the more sorry I feel for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all your help, encouragement and support. This time I really grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6311591636976592818?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6311591636976592818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6311591636976592818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6311591636976592818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6311591636976592818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/01/grown-up.html' title='Grown Up'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6654045096224117390</id><published>2011-01-14T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:01:27.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed Up</title><content type='html'>I really learn the mistake now. Fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6654045096224117390?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6654045096224117390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6654045096224117390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6654045096224117390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6654045096224117390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/01/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed Up'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-879990632384610647</id><published>2011-01-03T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:40:34.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2011!</title><content type='html'>The first day of 2011, I went to see a sunrise with my friends in Hong Kong. The next time I jumped off a boat onto the freezing sea. It was really a 难忘的经验..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-879990632384610647?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/879990632384610647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=879990632384610647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/879990632384610647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/879990632384610647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2251891120227673522</id><published>2010-12-21T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:52:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20101219/i/r1234067180.jpg?x=400&amp;amp;y=266&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=ONUBqiGrp7VVfft_1wUn_g--"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu54/KunKang/nnn/Naka%20Riisa/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 623px;" src="http://i633.photobucket.com/albums/uu54/KunKang/nnn/Naka%20Riisa/30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I have been obsessed about her, Riisa Naka. She acted in 'Time Traveller - The Girl Who Leapt Through Time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back to Singapore a few days ago. Bernard called me right after my flight, asking me whether he and Darrel could stay at my house for a night. Haha, so they were the first visitors who visited my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to play basketball nearby my house. It's been so long since I exercised. my toes got so hurt. Had dinner with Amir and Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did my housework the whole afternoon, alone. How sad.. Now I miss the times when I had maids. The kitchen is the scariest place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Tron Legacy" with Jie Loon, Zhan Ming and Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2251891120227673522?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2251891120227673522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2251891120227673522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2251891120227673522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2251891120227673522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1359283245134850457</id><published>2010-12-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:39:22.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>I learned something from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;"You must know how to earn money, at the same time, you must know how to spend the money. Otherwise, you are wasting your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, dad~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1359283245134850457?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1359283245134850457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1359283245134850457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1359283245134850457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1359283245134850457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2776233776722090505</id><published>2010-12-09T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:13:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Shape</title><content type='html'>I am officially a fatty now. Haven't been exercising at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2776233776722090505?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2776233776722090505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2776233776722090505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2776233776722090505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2776233776722090505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-of-shape.html' title='Out of Shape'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6348212667564382040</id><published>2010-12-07T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:32:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hua Hin</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Hua Hin yesterday. The trip was enjoyable. Definitely worth my time. My brother and I went there with a group of our dad's friends and their sons and a daugther We stayed at a resort. Just opposite it, there is a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1205.snc4/155751_1660748511435_1018854708_1789486_7288302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 582px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1205.snc4/155751_1660748511435_1018854708_1789486_7288302_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs560.ash2/148206_1660746191377_1018854708_1789477_5128696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 321px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs560.ash2/148206_1660746191377_1018854708_1789477_5128696_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1178.snc4/155041_1660910835493_1018854708_1789974_3804655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 583px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1178.snc4/155041_1660910835493_1018854708_1789974_3804655_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached there, we had lunch. The food was ok. I was so surprised to see such big cockles. They were about a size of a fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs583.ash2/150533_1660751911520_1018854708_1789498_5580333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 328px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs583.ash2/150533_1660751911520_1018854708_1789498_5580333_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs361.ash2/63973_1660751671514_1018854708_1789497_3308988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 320px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs361.ash2/63973_1660751671514_1018854708_1789497_3308988_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to a night market. It was beautiful, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs757.snc4/65750_1660759071699_1018854708_1789528_3598607_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 322px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs757.snc4/65750_1660759071699_1018854708_1789528_3598607_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs433.snc4/47658_1660758111675_1018854708_1789524_5517014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 333px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs433.snc4/47658_1660758111675_1018854708_1789524_5517014_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs733.ash1/162755_1660777232153_1018854708_1789629_6708729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 592px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs733.ash1/162755_1660777232153_1018854708_1789629_6708729_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to a new night market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1170.snc4/154275_1660938156176_1018854708_1790037_4965807_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 322px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1170.snc4/154275_1660938156176_1018854708_1790037_4965807_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs608.ash2/156038_1660784192327_1018854708_1789669_707258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 322px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs608.ash2/156038_1660784192327_1018854708_1789669_707258_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs754.snc4/65429_1660786472384_1018854708_1789678_7273145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 594px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs754.snc4/65429_1660786472384_1018854708_1789678_7273145_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Daab, Dave and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs805.snc4/68545_1660914635588_1018854708_1789990_4246115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 321px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs805.snc4/68545_1660914635588_1018854708_1789990_4246115_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155124_1660914835593_1018854708_1789991_4545324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 596px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155124_1660914835593_1018854708_1789991_4545324_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went to a beach. There were horses and we had to pay before we could ride on them. None of us did except for the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs393.ash2/67157_1660788912445_1018854708_1789688_5502471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 321px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs393.ash2/67157_1660788912445_1018854708_1789688_5502471_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs361.ash2/63915_1660787032398_1018854708_1789681_3848530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 593px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs361.ash2/63915_1660787032398_1018854708_1789681_3848530_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we visited a palace. I loved it so much because I felt very relaxed in there. It is always windy. I hope I can visit the palace again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs614.ash2/156641_1660907515410_1018854708_1789961_868986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 594px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs614.ash2/156641_1660907515410_1018854708_1789961_868986_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1166.snc4/150805_1660904515335_1018854708_1789948_1443767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 592px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1166.snc4/150805_1660904515335_1018854708_1789948_1443767_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that little girl is super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1170.snc4/154261_1660769151951_1018854708_1789580_7273115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 593px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1170.snc4/154261_1660769151951_1018854708_1789580_7273115_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6348212667564382040?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6348212667564382040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6348212667564382040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6348212667564382040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6348212667564382040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/12/hua-hin.html' title='Hua Hin'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1799126912001805409</id><published>2010-12-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T03:19:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Mayspring-er</title><content type='html'>2 days ago was hectic! That was the day my roommate and I moved to our new condo, Mayspring Condo. We had to take a taxi for a few trips from our previous condo to the new one. We had to go up and down and up and down while carrying things around. Super exhausting, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new unit that we are staying is quite satisfying except for the kitchen and the store room. In the kitchen, cracks are everywhere and it looks damaged. I remember when I opened one of the cupboard, I saw a dead cockroach. Gross! As for the store room, it is very dirty. I can tell that there are many cockroaches inside. I didn't dare to go in. The washing machine was freaking old, but it's still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss the time when there are maids around to help me do the housework now because I am doing all the housework now. It is never a wonderful thing to do man. So time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am staying on my own, I gotta be more independent and disciplined. Seriously, I have a lot to learn. I really have to learn it fast, otherwise I cannot cope with it. Hopefully, everything will turn out well before the tenancy contract end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I am getting ready to fly to Bangkok. I think I will return Singapore about 2 weeks later. So, goodbye Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1799126912001805409?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1799126912001805409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1799126912001805409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1799126912001805409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1799126912001805409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-mayspring-er.html' title='I am a Mayspring-er'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-613693696378610927</id><published>2010-11-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:03:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Cashew Heights!</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready to move to a new place. I realise that I have so many things to move. It is going to be very difficult for me to move since there are so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I move to the new place, I guess I will get even more lonely because I am going to have a room of my own. Last time this place used to be very noisy and I feel very comfortable with my roommates. Now it is different. I hope I can adapt to the new environment very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had two appointments today. The first one went well, but the second one was horrible because I was soaked in water when the second appointment was happening. All thanks to the rain. I think I have been very unlucky these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the class gathering pictures that Ye Xuan had posted just  now and I suddenly miss the class. After studying together for 2 years,  we produced lot of good memories and I will never forget them. I wonder  what will happen to all of us years later. Will we be even more united?  I really wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-613693696378610927?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/613693696378610927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=613693696378610927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/613693696378610927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/613693696378610927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/empty.html' title='Good Bye Cashew Heights!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6711385283034001036</id><published>2010-11-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:43:27.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Gathering</title><content type='html'>Fuck the weather today man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early today and went to Marina Barrage for a class gathering. There are positive and negative things I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative thing is the weather. Fuck it, seriously. It rained the whole day. I didn't mind getting wet, but the others did! Some people asked why I picked Marina Barrage and now you see, it rained! So was it my fault? Like I wanted it to rain? And just because I didn't know the way to Marina Barrage, I got blamed and blamed. Okay, the car passed through us and the rain water was splashed at us. My fault? I just felt as if I was blamed for everything and this ruined my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't please everyone and I have a limit too, you see. I got so pissed off just now that I showed my temper which I normally do not. Maybe I shouldn't be involved in this outing. Anyway, who cares, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the positive thing is that I witnessed the class actually bonded, talked and played together. I was really happy as I saw them doing things together as a class because I didn't expect it to happen and my class was usually divided. So my little effort of initiating this class outing was not a waste. It brightened up my day a little bit. Even though I was brightened up a bit, my mood didn't change much. I am a very sensitive person and it takes a long time for me to become my usual self. Nonetheless, I hope they had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Jeremy for allowing me to present my promotion for the first time and for his feedback and opinion. That goes to some other people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am not going to organise anything for the class. I just hate to organise things for so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the taxi driver said that night may be true. He said it is very hard to maintain your friendship with your friends when you are running a business. I am starting to believe it and I am kinda concerned about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, happy birthday, mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6711385283034001036?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6711385283034001036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6711385283034001036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6711385283034001036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6711385283034001036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/class-gathering.html' title='Class Gathering'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2644347307564155390</id><published>2010-11-29T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:08:15.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training with Mark</title><content type='html'>Another day with no appointment. That is bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for a training session again with Mark because I felt that I didn't receive enough and would like to understand the products as well as the company better. Spent 5 hours at the office. Gained some knowledge, so it wasn't a waste of time. But I am not sure about Mark. He seemed a bit indifferent. Let's hope that we can really team up and work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the work, we went out with our other friends to "celebrate" our good friend Gian's departure. We had dinner together and just hanged out. So have a safe flight to Indonesia, Gian =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, I took a taxi. Am I a good listener? Because people like to talk to me, especially taxi drivers. Anyway, the taxi driver shared with me his opinions about business. He told me that doing business is never easy. One example is when you give high salary to workers, your business won't survive well, but when you give low salary to them, they quit, lacking manpower. Yes, I agree! The driver really taught me valuable experience, even though he was naggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2644347307564155390?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2644347307564155390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2644347307564155390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2644347307564155390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2644347307564155390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/training-with-mark.html' title='Training with Mark'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-4638022728208824455</id><published>2010-11-28T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:25:49.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I use my cellphone very often. Before O-level, it only served as an alarm clock. Now it seems like I cannot live without it because I receive so many calls and smses everyday! It keeps me occupied almost the whole day. Why is it so? It's because I have to organise outings, settle my accommodation's issues and try to get more customers for my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is never easy to persuade a customer to buy your product. You gotta be more convincing and confident to win their trust. But yea, I lack the qualities, so I am in a difficult situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are not interested in health care products. Why? Because they are still young and they think that they are "healthy"! And I am sure they can't afford the products. What about their parents? Well, I tried to request my friends to help me spread the words to their parents, but I doubt they would do so. Plus, I don't really have friends who are above 25, so I think I would take a very long time to get one customer to buy our product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will not give up on this job because it provides me not only money and experience, but also life skills. I am starting to love this job now. And, to be honest, I am very serious about this job. I hope I can be as successful as my mentors. Seeing them being impressive communicators and full of confidence, they inspire me so much and I want to develop their qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4638022728208824455?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4638022728208824455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4638022728208824455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4638022728208824455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4638022728208824455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/job.html' title='The Job'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-518927361015223999</id><published>2010-11-28T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:49:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs594.ash2/154672_1507422401336_1107577166_31220579_5963812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 524px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs594.ash2/154672_1507422401336_1107577166_31220579_5963812_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clique and I had a mini chalet at Zhan Ming's house. It was fun and I love the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unfortunate that we could not have everyone to stay overnight, otherwise it would have been more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we slept, we watched two movies, 'Coming Soon' and 'Quarantine'. Both horror movies. Well, it was fun watching with friends especially at night. The 'Coming Soon' really freaked me out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we 'man-talked' (secret-sharing). We declared who we liked, talked about one another and gossiped about people. Through this I got to know them better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate them for being thankful of me for organising stuff and their birthday celebrations. They even applauded when this topic was brought up. It was a great feeling. Thank people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to them, I learned that being too nice is sometimes a bad point. I also got to know that some of my bad points are being too sensitive and often thinking of others more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'd like to thank Zhan Ming for allowing this mini chalet to happen. Even though it's a small one, it was memorable. I hope you had fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Isaac, work harder man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-518927361015223999?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/518927361015223999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=518927361015223999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/518927361015223999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/518927361015223999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/mini-chalet.html' title='Mini Chalet'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-758000477425841671</id><published>2010-11-26T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:29:15.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Training Session</title><content type='html'>I remember now that the company's name is Premier Pure. They sell health enhancing products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for the first training session today and I learned so much from my mentors. I was introduced stuff like network marketing, magnetic therapy and others which are something very foreign to me. I am sure that you can't get to learn them in school. Even though it was only my first training, it makes me think real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job isn't like any other part time job like waiter and kitchen helper. It is very challenging and realistic. I look forward to gaining more and more from the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got to know a staff who trained me. I really respect and admire her qualities. I really want to see myself possessing those kind of qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-758000477425841671?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/758000477425841671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=758000477425841671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/758000477425841671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/758000477425841671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-training-session.html' title='First Training Session'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8124994111241393610</id><published>2010-11-25T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:39:49.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>Today I went for an interview at Bugis Village. I forgot the company's name. It is quite new. Existed for 5 months only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the interview took about 3 hours to finish. A tiring process, but i learned a lot. The interviewers presented their products and told me a lot about their life experience. I remember one of them said if you wanna learn about business, be in it. What you learn in university isn't really relevant to your career. They teach you how to look for a job rather than start a business. Yes, I totally agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, most of the staff are very young. I was so surprised that the marketing manager is only 22 years old. So young yet successful. One of the interviewers is of my age and he looks like a professional. How demoralising! Nevertheless, the interviewers were very friendly and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, I think I have found the right place. I get to learn, get experience and earn money. Furthermore, the timing is kinda flexible. It doesn't seem like a part time job and I look forward to getting the best out of  this company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8124994111241393610?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8124994111241393610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8124994111241393610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8124994111241393610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8124994111241393610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6761423009276220030</id><published>2010-11-25T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T04:04:16.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? Ngee Ann Poly or Ngee Ann City?</title><content type='html'>Karyee reminded me of my stupid mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that there was one day, I went out with Jermayne and Rui En to look for a job at a job agency. A day before that, miss Ng Rui En told me to meet her and Jermayne at Ngee Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the next day, I woke up at 9.30 am and went to Ngee Ann Poly. On my way there, I received a phone call from Rui En and she told me to meet at tower A. Since it was my first time visiting the place, I thought there would be many towers in the Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I entered Ngee Ann Poly, I told Rui En that I was waiting at Cheers! She told me that they were at Lucky Plaza and Jermayne was taking passport pictures. Amazed, I was like, Ngee Ann Poly got Lucky Plaza meh@_@? All I saw was buildings and buildings. Then I started looking for Lucky Plaza. I remember asking a student, "Excuse me, is there any Lucky Plaza here?" What do you think his expression was like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more minutes of waiting, I called Rui En again and asked where she was. She said she was at Ngee Ann City! And I told her where I was. Guess how she responded! I was like, why didn't you say 'Taka'? You know how bad my English is, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we made it to the job agency at Ngee Ann "CITY". However, the person who worked there said they did not accept any foreigner, sorry. I was like, huh? this job agency so racist one ah? So, haha! i came for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day was my unlucky day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6761423009276220030?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6761423009276220030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6761423009276220030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6761423009276220030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6761423009276220030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/huh-ngee-ann-poly-or-ngee-ann-city.html' title='Huh? Ngee Ann Poly or Ngee Ann City?'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6522052046558456896</id><published>2010-11-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T03:07:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintball &amp; Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1119.snc4/148108_1743512672295_1373095375_1921356_3881894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs993.snc4/76648_1743514472340_1373095375_1921359_1691848_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 326px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs993.snc4/76648_1743514472340_1373095375_1921359_1691848_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first paintball session at Turf City. It was a great experience. There were 10 of us, so we grouped ourselves into two teams. At first, when we saw the instructor shot the gun, we were all terrified because it seemed like a real gun to us and we never had any experience. However, after we started the games, it was not that frightening, but rather exciting! We were all very enthusiastic about the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mission was to shoot two little targets and our opponents and one of us had to grab the ammo box and run back to our base. Obviously, the winning team would be the one who succeeded the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1160.snc4/150218_1743505712121_1373095375_1921328_5628191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 359px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1160.snc4/150218_1743505712121_1373095375_1921328_5628191_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our strategies and good teamwork, my teammates (Derian, Jeremy, Zhan Ming &amp;amp; Ernest) and I managed to win all the matches except for the first one. I remember Vincent and Mitchell got shot the most because they kept on running around with their butts facing us and Darrel sprinting so quickly as if he was Rambo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really lucky because I didn't get shot. In fact, my whole team did not get shot. That shows how lousy our opponents were. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs935.snc4/74841_1743504632094_1373095375_1921323_1690210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 359px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs935.snc4/74841_1743504632094_1373095375_1921323_1690210_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I really loved the games today. That $50 was worth spent and I look forward to the next paintball session soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, we went to Zhan Ming's house and swam. We made a lot of dirty jokes in the swimming pool though. Whenever I visit his house, I always play his piano because the house is so bloody big that somehow makes the echo of the piano's sound so melodious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1204.snc4/155657_1743508112181_1373095375_1921336_3454496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 359px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1204.snc4/155657_1743508112181_1373095375_1921336_3454496_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mark asked me if I wanted to have a free dinner. Of course I do! So he brought Gian and me back to NTSS because there was a camp for student leaders and Moe Khaine asked Mark and Gian to help out and have a free dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs576.ash2/149829_1743512152282_1373095375_1921353_5638350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 582px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs576.ash2/149829_1743512152282_1373095375_1921353_5638350_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1119.snc4/148108_1743512672295_1373095375_1921356_3881894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 582px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1119.snc4/148108_1743512672295_1373095375_1921356_3881894_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that 'free dinner', I became a member of the senior student leader officially when I was never involved in it! One of the 'very' senior student leader mistook me as a student leader and thought that I was there to help out when my true intention of being there was to 'eat free dinner' (freeloader lah!) She even asked me to help organise a gathering and that I will be in charge of food. I was like, a freeloader like me can  suddenly become a senior student leader?! How unlucky! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I felt very awkward because I wore a singlet when everyone was supposed to wear anything that were related to the school. I felt very arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs971.snc4/76418_1743514152332_1373095375_1921358_2966605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 582px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs971.snc4/76418_1743514152332_1373095375_1921358_2966605_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the whole thing was amusing and I laughed so much today when I pretended to be a student leader. It was awesome to be back to NTSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs955.snc4/74799_1743509672220_1373095375_1921342_7885914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 359px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs955.snc4/74799_1743509672220_1373095375_1921342_7885914_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6522052046558456896?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6522052046558456896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6522052046558456896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6522052046558456896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6522052046558456896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/11/paintball-back-to-school.html' title='Paintball &amp; Back to School'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2221514358326088296</id><published>2010-11-23T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:58:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTSS Prom Night 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrBTsrHQzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GcRcyoh8E5k/s1600/CSC_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrBTsrHQzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GcRcyoh8E5k/s320/CSC_1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542454835586482994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to revive this blog. The reason why I have decided to start blogging again is I have nothing to do, since O level is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have neglected this blog for 8 months now. I think I am going to blog more often from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's talk about the Prom Night. I had an awesome but embarrassing night! Awesome because I took so many pictures with my schoolmates and they looked elegant that night. I had so much fun and enjoyed being involved in the activities organised by Parent Support Group. Really appreciated the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCkhxZrsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jxTaOo3_60Q/s1600/DSC_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCkhxZrsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jxTaOo3_60Q/s320/DSC_1046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542456224229469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was embarrassing because I made a fool out of myself, literally. What happened that night was that I was nominated as one of the best dressed nominee. There were 10 nominees anyway. We had to accept the challenges proposed by the emcee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first challenge was sorta like Q&amp;amp;A. The next one was showing our talents. Most of the nominees sang and did something decent except for Teck Heng and me. Teck Heng showed his talent by playing beyblade on the stage =_=?? (weirdo) But, I am not much different. i drew a Pikachu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrDAvcChRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jLcofwGVicA/s1600/DSC_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrDAvcChRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/jLcofwGVicA/s320/DSC_1047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542456708934305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last challenge required us to dance and catwalk. All of the nominees did fine except for me. How did I dance? I raised my hands with my wrists moving up and down, as if I was flying like a bird. What about catwalk? I tried to do moonwalk, but FAILED. Thank GOD no one took a video of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrDcOetfFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3WW5vOWDKEI/s1600/DSC_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrDcOetfFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3WW5vOWDKEI/s320/DSC_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542457181123476562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the Prom Night was very fun. I will never forget the night! It's sad that we are parting our way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrEYv70k5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/RWm-_Er3lLk/s1600/DSC_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrEYv70k5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/RWm-_Er3lLk/s320/DSC_1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542458220896097170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrBAZzy17I/AAAAAAAAAZg/urQq9mTGYIQ/s1600/DSC_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrBAZzy17I/AAAAAAAAAZg/urQq9mTGYIQ/s320/DSC_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542454504105105330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrD_l8QT4I/AAAAAAAAAao/N0LgZp6qG64/s1600/DSC_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrD_l8QT4I/AAAAAAAAAao/N0LgZp6qG64/s320/DSC_1136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542457788716830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parts I enjoyed the most was when Mitchell dancing with Vincent and Wee Lin and photo- taking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrKSI6-5YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OmWExyUewdg/s1600/DSC_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrKSI6-5YI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OmWExyUewdg/s320/DSC_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542464704414147970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrB4FbMsII/AAAAAAAAAZw/f-_qQ5xCfgU/s1600/DSC_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrB4FbMsII/AAAAAAAAAZw/f-_qQ5xCfgU/s320/DSC_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542455460705906818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCE0goLdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kNl7lFMRR1M/s1600/DSC_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCE0goLdI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kNl7lFMRR1M/s320/DSC_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542455679503576530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCTdd7qLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/q7C5vgy1V94/s1600/DSC_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrCTdd7qLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/q7C5vgy1V94/s320/DSC_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542455931016292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Prom Night, I caught a movie with my clique. "Harry Potter". I watched sleepily for the first 30 minutes and slept for the rest of the show. What I remembered the most about the show was Emma Watson's face. I swear I am not going to watch "Harry Potter" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrE9v-DYyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KXtypFh7qaA/s1600/DSC_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrE9v-DYyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/KXtypFh7qaA/s320/DSC_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542458856560616226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we all went to Glen's house and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrGWft2O0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/yDoP_BbhyU4/s1600/DSC_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrGWft2O0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/yDoP_BbhyU4/s320/DSC_1246.JPG" alt="" 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2010'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/TOrBTsrHQzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GcRcyoh8E5k/s72-c/CSC_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-1868534710129878589</id><published>2010-03-19T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:46:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room, New Environment!</title><content type='html'>i moved house today! from block 97b to 99b, which is two blocks' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise that i have so many things! especially my books. i had to run here and there just to get my things settled and i spent like more than 5 hours just to put all my things in place. haha, actually its not finished yet. a little here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do i like the environment? yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it because i dont have to face my weird ex roommate anymore. he is a freak and he has strange habits. also, the furniture here seem to be new. i get to stay with my close friends too. that is a good point. what's more, power supply wont be cut from now on, so i can use the electricity as i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it because there is nothing in the kitchen. no refrigerator and not a single dish. how are we supposed to cook when we get hungry? and when its meal time, we have to go back to block 97b just to have our food. troublesome isnt it? the room seems to be smaller and the design of the house is unsuitable. the living room is so empty that nothing is placed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get used to the new environment soon. it will be perfect if i own a room that only me alone stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday is 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wildly. by then, the place got super crowded! i had to squeeze my way through the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ladies there were extremely open, i must say. they looked very seductive and attractive. haha, their ways of dancing were definitely tempting because they were so sexy and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was my first time there, i could do nothing but to stand lifelessly on the dance floor while the rest of the world were crazily dancing. the music was super loud and i got dizzy over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was that i didnt do anything much during the party. however, the best part was seeing so many seductive-looking ladies. it was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have to admit that clubbing isnt the type of activity that i like to do. i dont dance and i barely drink. but then it was a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, nice to meet you, carmen~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-1951744412057068651</id><published>2010-03-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:58:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet-the-Parent-Session~</title><content type='html'>its meet-the-parent-session today, a very long day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, lessons were obviously as per normal. i learned something. history was interesting. amaths too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of school, went to get my result clip. im satisfied but disappointed. satisfied coz i didnt fail any subject. disappointed coz i got 30 points for L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my o-level results wont be this lousy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guardian's husband went to school for the session. i was advised only to do more on english because my language is poor. the whole process took less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i had to calculate a sum of money for a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was told to take pictures of the session. i enjoyed my work so much and i look forward to more work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1951744412057068651?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1951744412057068651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1951744412057068651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1951744412057068651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-3101334668244452481</id><published>2010-03-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:23:08.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amaths Stress~</title><content type='html'>recently, i have been a lil moody. i dont know why i get easily agitated by small matters. i hope this wont last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week has been a very stressful week. i have 4 tests for 4 consecutive days. sad case.. so far, i passed all the tests except for amaths, i guess. anyway, i just had my amaths test today. what a disaster. last night i studied really hard and yet i couldnt do some of the questions. it was reasonable for me enough to get depressed the whole day and yea, i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting tougher now. i hope this olvl thingy will end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-5039184713045043020</id><published>2010-02-19T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:47:27.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year + Valentine's Day~</title><content type='html'>so, this week is chinese new year and valentines is over. i have been having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eve of chinese new year, my two other friends and i had dinner together. reunion dinner. after that, we played billiard at cineleisure and then, we went to clarke quay. we drank a couple of beers while sitting by a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must confess that im very poor at drinking alcohol. it took me about 45 minutes to finish one bottle of beer, and my two other friends, they each could finish 2 bottles in just 15 minutes. they said it was like drinking water.. to me, i had the feeling of throwing up while drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed till midnight and we did countdown there. i was asked to talk about year 2009. well, 2009 was a great year. i made tons of good friends. school was fun because the schoolmates in my level are so close and i learned so many things. life was good. not much stress. it was a pleasant year. count my self lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weekends, i watched 3 movies. 14 blades, little big soldier and valentine's day. i strongly recommend these movies. it was worth the money. must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong? how can i miss it!? yesterday, i went to isaac's house to 'bai nian'. i had lots of fun. the best part was playing mahjong, but the worst part was playing in singapore style. im so hating it. the rules are just so irritating..! also, i learned how to play blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-2417364974815040247</id><published>2010-01-31T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:35:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Day~</title><content type='html'>on friday, i went to play bowling with my 9 other friends after school. we had hell lots of fun there. i made so much noise and did so many embarrassing acts over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in total, we played for 3 games. the first game, i played poorly and then the second one, i improved and topped the tally. got 126 points for it and that is my highest score currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final one was the most exciting one because we separated ourselves into 2 groups, each with  5 members. at first, we were losing about 80 points. the opposing side was really improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, as the game went on, the gap between our scores closed up. from 80 to 40, then to 20. this was all thanks to our team members' constant encouragement. when any of us couldnt make it, the rest of us would cheer him up and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the last round, we were losing by 1 point. we all were shouting our lungs out. in the meantime, we pressured our opponent. well, it really worked! we won in the end. it was like a miracle! i was like bowing on the floor and everyone was shouting in great joy. how embarrassing! no doubt, the rest of the people were watching the drama, but then it was a moment of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that $8 was really worth the games. ever since i played bowling with my brother, i got interested in it. after that game, i got even more interested. it is really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, i went to east coast park today with derrence, aya and mizuki. first, we went to play bowling. well, i didnt play well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went rollerblading. it was quite fun but i fell down 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had our dinner. it was a hk restaurant. i miss hk's food so much. i admit that its so much better than singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, we walked by the beach. we had a long conversation. it was sad that we didnt take a picture coz i dont know when i will visit east coast park again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2417364974815040247?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2417364974815040247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2417364974815040247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2417364974815040247'/><link 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gian that we, together with mark and moe, would be interviewed. so nervous when i was being interviewed. almost speechless. anyway, its an interview about  foreigners. we were told to talk about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy + exhausted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1526234124579292685?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1526234124579292685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1526234124579292685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1526234124579292685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1526234124579292685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected-interview.html' title='An Unexpected Interview~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1716939417903876272</id><published>2010-01-09T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:00:57.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Open House + Dec 2009~</title><content type='html'>yesterday, there was a cca open house in the school. i, as a photography member, was told to attract the sec 1s to join the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, did many silly things there. kinda stupid, but at least i made myself known to the sec 1s. at the same time, i had lots of fun, even though it was tiring. after all, its my last year in new town, so why not enjoy it to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about my stay in hk. unimpressive at the start, but awesome at the end. i stayed there for about a month. this time, i got to know deeper about hk coz dicky had brought me to many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temp there was inconstant. its below 15 degree celsius most of the time. taking a shower was a very tough thing to do coz its like taking a shower in a room where there was an air-conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that there are many good looking girls in hk. really couldnt stop looking at them sometimes as i walked past them in some shopping areas. the fashion there is so much better than singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mongkok is my favourite place because the place is very unique and it always so crowded. you will never get lonely there coz people are around. even at 3 am, there will still be a lot of people walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore is very boring! i hate the midnight charge and peak hour charge. what craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas was great because dicky's friends came over and stayed overnight. played mahjong the whole night. the following days were similar as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a million to fat hung, ar gap and fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gn8ljEoQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/U-M0dejQPOU/s1600-h/CIMG0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gn8ljEoQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/U-M0dejQPOU/s320/CIMG0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424629672992612610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gnFafd6rI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mGHa6BPtjbU/s1600-h/CIMG0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gnFafd6rI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mGHa6BPtjbU/s320/CIMG0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424628725131897522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gmzD32nQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NWgCkAFElWg/s1600-h/CIMG0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gmzD32nQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NWgCkAFElWg/s320/CIMG0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424628409822518530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gmcuk-fFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2KwjdHBbZxk/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gmcuk-fFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2KwjdHBbZxk/s320/CIMG0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424628026149076050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1716939417903876272?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1716939417903876272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1716939417903876272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1716939417903876272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1716939417903876272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-open-house-dec-2009.html' title='CCA Open House + Dec 2009~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/S0gn8ljEoQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/U-M0dejQPOU/s72-c/CIMG0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-4341432969546371322</id><published>2010-01-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:03:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Update of the Year 2010~</title><content type='html'>i havent been posting anything up in a while. there are many things that i had wanna say here, but then i was plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i wanna update the blog, i am super busy. what a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is killing me man. there are so many things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realise that i am in sec 4 now. a few more months more, i will have to leave this school. i feel kinda reluctant to leave secondary school life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4341432969546371322?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4341432969546371322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4341432969546371322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4341432969546371322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4341432969546371322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-blog-of-year-2010.html' title='First Update of the Year 2010~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5561901739487850921</id><published>2009-11-30T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:20:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to a University + Mummy's B'day~</title><content type='html'>last friday, i woke up early because i had planned with goy (ex-classmate) that i would visit her university. she said that there was a sale at a market in the university, so she invited me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the university is very big. there are many buildings and the place is impressive. too bad... i didnt get the chance to capture some photos. wasted~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been years since goy and i last met. she was very cheerful and now she is more. im glad she hasnt changed much. an impression of a small girl still remains, except that she has longer hair now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SxLHGICsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/adi6XUmORXw/s1600/SANY0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SxLHGICsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/adi6XUmORXw/s320/SANY0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409605010477311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rung, goy and me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i would like to wish my mummy a very very happy birthday. hope you stay happy and healthy forever. sorry that today seems a lil disappointing. luv u, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SxLIrtjcGOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aF-G6lrv8V8/s1600/IMG_5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SxLIrtjcGOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aF-G6lrv8V8/s320/IMG_5889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409606755713554658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy birthday, mummy~&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/4514172376791997899-5561901739487850921?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5561901739487850921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5561901739487850921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5561901739487850921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5561901739487850921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit-to-university.html' title='A Visit to a University + Mummy&apos;s B&apos;day~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SxLHGICsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/adi6XUmORXw/s72-c/SANY0596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-4750391925971323152</id><published>2009-11-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:10:23.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School~</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i went out with an ex classmate. after so many year, she still looks the same. i am glad she is as lively as she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to a place to shop. then, she brought me to aboard a ferry to cross a river. (that was my first time anyway) after that, we watched a movie together. it was 'new moon'. a lil bit disappointed with the movie because it was not as interesting as the first part. at last, we visited our old school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our old school is now being recognised as the biggest school in thailand. there are more than 10 buildings within the school compound. (new town sec is only about 1/8 of my old school) all the basketball courts are sheltered and there are about 8 of them. i dont understand why they enlarge the size of the compound every year. i remember the first time i was enrolled there, there was only one building. now, so much difference. the people are saying that the quantity of the school increases, but the quality decreases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met two teachers, maths teacher, Rosman and form teacher, Ganyarat. i was so surprised that they could still recognise me after so many many years. what surprised me more was that my ex form teacher is still keeping my unclaimed report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a walk with my ex classmate. brought back memories. saw so many schoolmates, but they forgot who i was, unfortunately. that made the place unfamiliar to me. what kind of person would i become if i hadnt studied abroad, really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5EC5Voo-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/p3UN4juSZh4/s1600/SANY0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5EC5Voo-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/p3UN4juSZh4/s320/SANY0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408335019060536290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people preparing for sport day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5C9j72RBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/v0qi6QPtyq8/s1600/SANY0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5C9j72RBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/v0qi6QPtyq8/s320/SANY0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408333827904259090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;corridor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5CRIgvINI/AAAAAAAAAXg/z6kwuMx75Rg/s1600/SANY0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5CRIgvINI/AAAAAAAAAXg/z6kwuMx75Rg/s320/SANY0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408333064628543698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sheltered basketball court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5DW50TZtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2dScOJMbq3w/s1600/SANY0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5DW50TZtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2dScOJMbq3w/s320/SANY0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408334263274923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the last classroom i used to study in before leaving for sg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4750391925971323152?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4750391925971323152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4750391925971323152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4750391925971323152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4750391925971323152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sw5EC5Voo-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/p3UN4juSZh4/s72-c/SANY0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-4487011004048858676</id><published>2009-11-24T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:53:08.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-of-Date</title><content type='html'>i feel so outdated lately because i havent been doing anything productive other than staying at home the whole day. i havent been catching up with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i went to the city and visited 'night bazaar' today. nothing changed much there. went shopping there. bought quite a number of shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to reveal here that of all the stores that i walked past today, 35% of the male vendors were "men-turned-ladies". you know what i mean. their impressions made me not want to enter their stores, coz i found them disgusting. no offence. sometimes, i get scared when they look at me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i am a person with a lot of expectations. in other words, i am a choosy person. that is the reason why it takes so much time for me to make any decisions. how can i get rid of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the season now is just right for me. the weather is very cooling. i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-4487011004048858676?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/4487011004048858676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=4487011004048858676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4487011004048858676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/4487011004048858676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-date.html' title='Out-of-Date'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1917306590446287310</id><published>2009-11-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:09:34.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation~</title><content type='html'>i have been very lazy to blog since i returned to bangkok. i didnt exercise much. have been lying on my bed for most of the time. i guess i am gaining some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so addicted to hk series recently. cant survive a day without watching one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is returning to hk soon and i will join him later. i will be staying there for the whole december. seriously, i just realise that i have never stayed in hk for more than 3 weeks each year, so this would be a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year, i intend not to come back to neither bangkok nor hk until olvl is over. so, i am gonna treasure the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really wish to see a coast being located near my house so that i would be able to walk by and admire the waves and the breeze whenever i feel like. i love everything about my house, especially the peace but not the location. it is really a great place for a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1917306590446287310?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1917306590446287310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1917306590446287310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1917306590446287310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1917306590446287310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8391447478556081457</id><published>2009-11-16T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:21:56.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Bangkok~</title><content type='html'>firstly, i would like to start it off by showing my deep gratitude to clarissa and ashley for sending me off to the airport this morning. i couldnt believe that someone actually went to airport all the way just to send me. haha. so touched, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isnt really much change in bangkok. everything seems to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to clarissa :&lt;br /&gt;in case i cannot wish you on time, happy advance birthday. keep the present well man=_=" enjoy your holiday =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8391447478556081457?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8391447478556081457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8391447478556081457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8391447478556081457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8391447478556081457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-bangkok.html' title='Back to Bangkok~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7088444310299155395</id><published>2009-11-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:52:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday, Gian!</title><content type='html'>sorry bro, i wanted to wish here in my blog earlier, but i have been so lazy. happy belated 17th birthday man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was last tuesday that i organised a small celebration for gian. plus, that was the last day of school. what a nice to day celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to play basketball at sp. played for hours. rio and yu sim, who dont usually play basketball, played basketball too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to eat kfc in sp. saw some new towners playing chess, so we joined in. secretly bought a small cake for gian. wasnt really that successful because the candle wasnt ready. stayed there for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, kito kept calling me. so, we had another surprise for gian at bukit timah there. there were about 10 of us. we had a wonderful and great dinner. wonderful because we ordered a lot of food. great because we had the craziest conversation! we made a lot of public nuisance in the middle of the restaurant because we made so much noise, talked so loudly and made a lot of dirty jokes. plus, we were all in uniforms. so rare that we have dinner together. it was one of the best dinner so far. also, we planned an outing for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who came include jeremy, bernard, rio, yu sim, kito, mitchell, gian and mark. thank for the great dinner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went out and had fun the next day. there were 7 of us. we went to 'E2MAX' to play fifa10 and nba 09 on xbox 360 in the 'chamber'. haha! actually there was more to it. we did a lot of things in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had our dinner at burger king. then, amir left early and bernard came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to kbox after that. i have to say it was DAMN FREAKING FUN! we were all so high and shouted our lungs out like nobody's business. i hope to kbox with them again man. the price was reasonable. buffet package. that means we could take the food anytime. plus, there was a variety of food. each of us only had to pay $28. good good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, we also got to know 3 girls from the opposite room. they made their first move to meet us by giving us their unfinished cake coz they could not finish it. then, again, one of them came in and fed bernard ice cream. she said that they were playing 'truth or dare'. bernard was damn happy. then it's our turn. one of us asked them to come over to sing with us. we introduced ourselves and made friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, we didnt exchange our contacts. so, it was just a 'few-hour' friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i went to play basketball at bukit batok. amir, mark, gian, jie loon, ernest and vincent came. the games werent really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to beauty world to play pool with wilton, jeremy, bernard and andre. at night, had dinner with wilton and jeremy at a chinese restaurant. ate fried frog and a plate of duck rice. the fried frog was freaking spicy enough to burn my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went back to beauty world to play lan again. saw zoea there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went home to pack my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks jeremy and wilton for the farewell dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 1 pm. used my laptop till 3 plus. then played basketball with zelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to zelia :&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank you and apologise to you. thank you for asking me out to play ball with you today. i had a great time with you. had a tough time playing one-on-one with you, coz havent been exercising much lately. and, sorry for letting you play with that asshole. i know you dont mind playing with him but i rather not see you in pain. that bastard really doesnt care if you are a girl or not. knowing that your knees were shaking, he still purposely pushed you out of the court. FUCK him! i really really hope one day he gets beaten up by anything. i dont mind if he is beaten to death. anyway, good luck with finding your suitable prom dress. make sure you look outstanding. take cares =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the last supper with 2 flatmates just now. next year then we can have supper together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im waiting to go to the airport and i havent finished packing my luggage yet...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7088444310299155395?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7088444310299155395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7088444310299155395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7088444310299155395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7088444310299155395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-belated-birthday-gian.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday, Gian!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-5092271674314822246</id><published>2009-11-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:24:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Night~</title><content type='html'>yesterday i didnt sleep at all. neither did my flatmates. some of them were leaving for a vacation, so we spent the last night together. the night was not as fun as i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did we do? first, we had our dinner. originally, we planned to cook our supper together, but some were lazy. after that, we watched some movies and played dota all the way until 5.30 am. at 6.00 am, i sent some of them to take cabs and bid a farewell. when i got home, i suddenly felt very empty and lonely. so not used to the quietness in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11 pm and went to celebrate ashy's birthday. ate at pizza hut and went to 'E2MAX' at cineleisure to watch 'the unborn'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis after that. bought a bag and a pair of pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saddening... just now i tried a pair of 31-sized jeans. when i wore them, they did not fit me. it got so tight that i could not zip up. i am getting fatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am very free. feel so lonely without the flatmates. the house is so quiet. about a week more before i can meet my family. miss them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday, ashy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5092271674314822246?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5092271674314822246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5092271674314822246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5092271674314822246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5092271674314822246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewell-night.html' title='Farewell Night~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-6408481622318963723</id><published>2009-11-03T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:01:06.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Classes~</title><content type='html'>its the second day of the extra lessons. i feel that i picked up so little from the extended classes. still, its better than learning nothing. so far i have only attended 2 lessons out of the six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been so boring after the exam. during the exam period, we had hell lots of fun playing chess and basketball in SP. now, we are lil tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided to return to BKK on the 15th nov, which is on next sunday. initially, it was supposed to be 8 nov, but i feel like staying in singapore for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that i am getting closer with some of my flatmates here again, so i am no longer a loner in this house. interacting with them makes this place enjoyable after isolating myself for quite some time. its sad that some of them are leaving for their countries soon for a vacation. i will have to stay alone during my stay in singapore. anyway, i am expecting a farewell party the night before they leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-6408481622318963723?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/6408481622318963723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=6408481622318963723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6408481622318963723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/6408481622318963723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/11/extra-classes.html' title='Extra Classes~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2414557099323878653</id><published>2009-11-01T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:18:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Haloween~</title><content type='html'>today i went to downtown east with some of my flatmates and outside friends. we stayed there for about 7-8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have to admit that escape theme park is the worst amusement park i have ever been to. it was really small. plus, the rides were really small and old and there were few. much of our time was spent waiting the queue. it was quite crowded. moreover, it rained. so, the ground was flooded with water and many activities were delayed. so frustrating. what an unlucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haunted house was lousy! small, not exciting and lame! much worse than the one in sentosa. however, one good thing about it was that one female friend kept pulling my shirt and walking behind me. that made me feel brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and during the event, we visited a fortune teller. even though it was really crowded, we managed to make it fast. she predicted our future by looking at our hands. i will briefly reveal what she told me about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that i can live up to 80 years old if i take care of my health. she recommended me to marry after the age of 25. before that, no. (she didnt explain why.) my relationship with my dad will be good, but my relationship with my mum will not be that good. (i hope my relationship with my dad, mum and brother will always be good) she told me that i need to be faithful and love my wife more because in the future i will be very busy with work and make a lot of money. this will make me attract many women. (i was like =_=") she also said that i should have a career that involves practical work such as engineering, construction and other jobs. finally, if i am gonna have a baby, it will be a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do u think i am gonna believe that? maybe..? 40% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall, the outing was abit wasted. so much money was spent and the park was incredibly lousy. however, it made me once again interested in japanese language after knowing two japanese friends. and i got to know something that should be kept a secret. haha! that is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about what i did on friday. watched MJ's 'this is it'. i will never ever gonna spend my money on this kind of movie again. i dozed off almost like 4 times. it was really boring and kinda didnt make sense to me. some songs aint really my favourite. however, i can tell that a super large sum of money was spent on the concert. much effort was put in too. i feel so bad for the performers and staff. they contributed so much to it, but in the end they didnt make it happen. the show made me feel that MJ was cool. in reality, he really was. also, the show let me know briefly how the effects in a concert worked. they were so cool. now i understand that it is never easy to set up a concert and i appreciate the effort. this show is not a total waste. it was a good experience in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, that day was the last day of school. i dont have the feeling of that. i also dont have the feeling of getting promoted to sec 4. everything will be the same except that i will be having o level and work is getting more and harder. really have to start thinking what course i would like to take after the O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i feel like a nuisance or something to the others whenever recalling what i have been doing in the past few days. really hate it when i keep thinking of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2414557099323878653?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2414557099323878653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2414557099323878653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2414557099323878653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2414557099323878653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-haloween.html' title='Happy Haloween~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7129541501698442683</id><published>2009-10-25T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T04:17:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shocking Night~</title><content type='html'>today was so boring. the whole day i did almost nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my roommates asked me if i wanted to go to sentosa for an event, 'spooktacular'. (some ghost event) i said yes immediately as i was bored to e max. however, i was reluctant because it cost me 22 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when we reached sentosa, we went for a luge ride. the night was beautiful because it was colourful with lots of performances going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for so long just to enter the 'spooktacular' because the queue was super long. almost an hour wasted. some staffs disguised themselves as ghosts appearing and scaring people. i was very frightened by one female 'ghost' because she kept screaming eerily in front of me and coming close to me. some other 'ghosts' looked funny and retarded. the makeup was so fake. it didnt leave any scary impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we entered the museum, i got quite scared. then, when my roommates' friends kept pulling my shirt and arm, i didnt feel scared anymore because i realised that they were more chicken-hearted than me. HAHA! all i can say that it was more of surprising than frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved it man! the last time i had this kind of thing was like 7 years ago. i still remember i scratched my brother's arms till they bled. couldnt help it man coz i was a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNZyhw8ofI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IDwkwvI8mTE/s1600-h/SANY0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNZyhw8ofI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IDwkwvI8mTE/s320/SANY0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396255503111987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the entrance of 'spooktacular'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdSWWTwHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fP4LtjuliHU/s1600-h/SANY0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdSWWTwHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fP4LtjuliHU/s320/SANY0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396259348338163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those were the three that kept pulling my shirt=_=" (mizuki, aya and chen xin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdDz8SuLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/1RhcYamcqkA/s1600-h/SANY0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdDz8SuLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/1RhcYamcqkA/s320/SANY0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396259098584070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justin being killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcyYPg0KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pu09o09TUGM/s1600-h/SANY0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcyYPg0KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pu09o09TUGM/s320/SANY0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396258799090716834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;black ambush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcd6VHEWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9f_-CG0slC8/s1600-h/SANY0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcd6VHEWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9f_-CG0slC8/s320/SANY0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396258447463747938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fake makeup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNb-IeoZNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DZsSDVmj5uM/s1600-h/SANY0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNb-IeoZNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DZsSDVmj5uM/s320/SANY0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396257901505963218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justin and hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNbQG9XrGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/94bAtSL_wkk/s1600-h/SANY0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNbQG9XrGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/94bAtSL_wkk/s320/SANY0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396257110824037474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;magen and yu qing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNa35JQUfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ot-1DpbNg8Y/s1600-h/SANY0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNa35JQUfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ot-1DpbNg8Y/s320/SANY0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396256694798930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the female 'ghost' looked pretty, but dont know why she looked a bit scary in photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaj_zylnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/OCsb-Ms0taU/s1600-h/SANY0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaj_zylnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/OCsb-Ms0taU/s320/SANY0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396256352990566002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she kept staring at me that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaWF93IzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bETjI8e1QE0/s1600-h/SANY0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaWF93IzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bETjI8e1QE0/s320/SANY0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396256114125251378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;justin is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaGprj3dI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BMvSkdUUd3M/s1600-h/SANY0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNaGprj3dI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BMvSkdUUd3M/s320/SANY0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396255848834260434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some special effect~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcHocJogI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UwICZqH83Pc/s1600-h/SANY0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNcHocJogI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UwICZqH83Pc/s320/SANY0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396258064704315906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after the fun, we had supper. then, we walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdl3FpvvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ey71svWMjz8/s1600-h/SANY0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNdl3FpvvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ey71svWMjz8/s320/SANY0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396259683544186610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some noodles that cost me $4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on our way home, i was listening very carefully to one of my flatmates. i was kinda interested in what he was talking about because he was sharing with us about his working experience. he said that when you work, people usually would comment more on your bad points rather than good points, so it is very frustrating. he also said that it is important to control your anger, otherwise you would lose your job within minutes. i wonder if i would develop these kind of thoughts when i work next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7129541501698442683?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7129541501698442683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7129541501698442683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7129541501698442683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7129541501698442683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/shocking-night.html' title='A Shocking Night~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SuNZyhw8ofI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IDwkwvI8mTE/s72-c/SANY0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-5933560743768871124</id><published>2009-10-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:45:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole!</title><content type='html'>so, i do not normally insult people in a blog, but i feel like doing it now because someone just ruined my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck that 'someone' man! he really fucking thinks that he is superior to the others and did i mention that he is fucking racist too? count myself fucking unlucky to have met that motherfucker. the first time i saw him, i already fucking hated him. he is such a piece of rubbish to the society. i can tell that many people around fucking hate him, thanks to his superior attitude. and to me, he is one uncivilized creature because his behavior is incredibly rude! he likes to offend other people and that is his hobby. how the fuck can he survive man? he is lucky because he is in singapore, otherwise he would be beaten somewhere on the spot. i really do hope that he gets beaten up or stabbed. that will really make my day. his presence fucking pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, fuck you! when the fuck are you gonna learn how to live? you think you are capable of everything? then FUCK OFF! your over-confidence and arrogance are fucking irritating and stop behaving like a retard with your gay voice. not everything can be solved by violence. do you even have a mother? go back to your fucking country man, you son of a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-5933560743768871124?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/5933560743768871124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=5933560743768871124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5933560743768871124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/5933560743768871124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/asshole.html' title='Asshole!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-8919283766761830353</id><published>2009-10-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:58:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered~</title><content type='html'>im feeling much better now. not crying anymore. im ready to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i took a medical certificate today. damn it! im super angry. i paid $22 just for the bloody MC. after that, i immediately asked andre how much i should be paying for it and he told me that only $5 was needed. super super angry. maybe coz im not a singaorean nor a PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results are out. i am not very satisfied with them except for amaths. i passed! i got 43/80. not a nice number but it was the first time i passed my amaths. i got a single digit for amaths for mid year exam and now i passed. see the big gap in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the other subjects. bad! but still, i passed, so im not totally depressed. hopefully my overall wont pull the marks down, coz i have not been doing well for the previous tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself because i never had any tuition in secondary school and yet i managed to pass my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i have decided to move out of this house. somewhere near senja, but still in bukit panjang area. my roommates really want me to stay with them. im not sure how to deal with problems that i am facing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8919283766761830353?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8919283766761830353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8919283766761830353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8919283766761830353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8919283766761830353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/recovered.html' title='Recovered~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7286442470982454967</id><published>2009-10-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:46:19.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!!</title><content type='html'>ERRR.....!! im feeling very sick right now! my eyes can hardly open and tears coming out of my eyes nonstop as if i am crying. i have been tolerating this since morning! flu, headache, cold and sore throat all visited me huh! how nice! so dizzy right now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7286442470982454967?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7286442470982454967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7286442470982454967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7286442470982454967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7286442470982454967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='SICK!!'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7320754695022057265</id><published>2009-10-18T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:25:50.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Dilemma~</title><content type='html'>now, my roommates dislike the house conditions in here, so they wanna move out of this house and they want me to move out with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i am fine staying in this house, but i have to admit that some conditions here are very unfair and not satisfying. however, the facilities here and some other reasons somewhat make me wanna stay here and i dont wanna upset my guardian. to be frank, i am afraid that i might not be able to cope well staying independently because i have been depending on a guardian all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i wanna change the environment and i hate to follow rules. i am aware that if i move out, i would have to take more responsibilities, but at the same time, i would have more freedom. my parents are very supportive of my decision because they always let me decide on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what do i do now? i have so many concerns right now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7320754695022057265?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7320754695022057265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7320754695022057265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7320754695022057265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7320754695022057265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-dilemma.html' title='Deep Dilemma~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-1297256439409168881</id><published>2009-10-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:16:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY-ness~</title><content type='html'>YAY! EXAM IS OVER! im so happy right now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i have been studying so seriously that i got so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i did well for it, but at least i can assure myself that i will not fail because i tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am too free. anyone can tell me what i can do in singapore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-1297256439409168881?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/1297256439409168881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=1297256439409168881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1297256439409168881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/1297256439409168881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-ness.html' title='YAY-ness~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-9012561489912559279</id><published>2009-10-07T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:06:10.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present~</title><content type='html'>dad called today and told me that he, mum and brother had bought me a DSLR camera for me. it wasnt necessary at all and i am happy with what i have now~ however, i appreciate it and would like to thank them a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多&lt;span class="chinesemed"&gt;謝&lt;/span&gt; baba，mee mee 同 打佬~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-9012561489912559279?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/9012561489912559279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=9012561489912559279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/9012561489912559279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/9012561489912559279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7973307529839539692</id><published>2009-10-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:32:26.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>荒谬的行为~</title><content type='html'>我表妹真是一个白痴！&lt;br /&gt;她宁愿在公园睡觉都不回家！&lt;br /&gt;让全世界找她~&lt;br /&gt;她让她老爸担心死了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有搞错？&lt;br /&gt;脑子坏掉了吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7973307529839539692?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7973307529839539692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7973307529839539692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7973307529839539692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7973307529839539692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='荒谬的行为~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-7313870471830493208</id><published>2009-10-05T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:06:05.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGaBztQO6bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lGaBztQO6bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in love with this song~&lt;br /&gt;this song is 'try' sung by asher book.&lt;br /&gt;those who have watched the movie 'fame' would know it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-7313870471830493208?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/7313870471830493208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=7313870471830493208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7313870471830493208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/7313870471830493208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/fame_3045.html' title='Fame~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-2703414984676768271</id><published>2009-10-04T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:18:57.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News~</title><content type='html'>heard from my mom that my small cousin has gone missing since yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;i hope she returns safe and sound sooner or later~&lt;br /&gt;everyone is worried sick about you. where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-2703414984676768271?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/2703414984676768271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=2703414984676768271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2703414984676768271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/2703414984676768271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-news.html' title='Bad News~'/><author><name>Que</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-4514172376791997899.post-3981569906862663509</id><published>2009-09-27T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:21:09.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Dinner~</title><content type='html'>went out for a dinner with some old friends, renkai, chyeegin, mingxiu and yingyu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx guys, especially to mingxiu for buying the cake for me and yingyu for singing the 'happy birthday' song so loudly that the whole restaurant could hear. you are one brave girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dinner, we went to a big field for a walk. there, we sang and shared our past secrets. it  was so funny! haha. its been so long since we met~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNiau9vaaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/abh37I70l4M/s1600-h/SANY0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNiau9vaaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/abh37I70l4M/s320/SANY0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257790688356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday cake~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjTZdJwcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9NV_2leQGsk/s1600-h/SANY0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjTZdJwcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9NV_2leQGsk/s320/SANY0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387258764167070146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making a wish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNi7fAjWbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zY5IqjJOqcY/s1600-h/SANY0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNi7fAjWbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zY5IqjJOqcY/s320/SANY0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387258353340864946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yingyu and i~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNh6Sk_kNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ebH96PPvOCY/s1600-h/SANY0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNh6Sk_kNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ebH96PPvOCY/s320/SANY0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387257233312551122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hawaiian pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNhLpWvFpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pRCEbwtPpx0/s1600-h/SANY0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNhLpWvFpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pRCEbwtPpx0/s320/SANY0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387256431972914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;water and pasta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_wrEl1fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/E_Fcw7HPi3Q/s1600-h/SANY0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_wrEl1fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/E_Fcw7HPi3Q/s320/SANY0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386164153530832370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;renkai~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_j4RhebI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m3FzBewu-rI/s1600-h/SANY0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_j4RhebI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m3FzBewu-rI/s320/SANY0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386163933736434098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yingyu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_YHk3K3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yuI0HVpCnnI/s1600-h/SANY0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_YHk3K3I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yuI0HVpCnnI/s320/SANY0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386163731685649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mingxiu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_KQDXRpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Uhr1U9ibprE/s1600-h/SANY0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr9_KQDXRpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Uhr1U9ibprE/s320/SANY0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386163493442897554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chyeegin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNkNiwVSlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VLLhEDNa3EM/s1600-h/SANY0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNkNiwVSlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VLLhEDNa3EM/s320/SANY0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259763095849554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mingxiu, me and chyeegin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjx89-SwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9tz5EQJmhRw/s1600-h/SANY0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjx89-SwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9tz5EQJmhRw/s320/SANY0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259289096047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, dont you know that you look cute that way~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjiWdU0XI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MmbxqgHY8hQ/s1600-h/SANY0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNjiWdU0XI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MmbxqgHY8hQ/s320/SANY0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259021060526450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo!&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/4514172376791997899-3981569906862663509?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/3981569906862663509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=3981569906862663509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3981569906862663509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3981569906862663509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-dinner.html' title='A Small Dinner~'/><author><name>Que</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNiau9vaaI/AAAAAAAAAVA/abh37I70l4M/s72-c/SANY0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-564783577097112568</id><published>2009-09-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:41:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Party~</title><content type='html'>i had a midnight party on my birthday. i was really happy and i received a lot of wishes from my friends through facebook and smses. thanks, people! im very touched! so kind of you guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the celebration was started exactly at midnight. my flatmates started off singing the 'happy birthday' song. then, we ate the food that was cooked by justin. he contributed so much to the party. thank you, justin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i wanted to cook noodles for my flatmates, but it was too late. by the time i reached the kitchen, justin was already cooking. felt so guilty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that morning was the first time i drank 3/4 of a bottle of beer. i was surprised! i dont really like the bitter taste, but i drank so much. fortunately, i didnt get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made hell lots of noise that morning. the people were shouting so much. luckily, there wasnt any complaint from our neighbours. after all, my birthday is only once a year. it would not happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even played 'truth or dare' during the celebration, and i got to know something that i should not know. later, we commented among ourselves. i was told about my good and bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good points:&lt;br /&gt;-friendly&lt;br /&gt;-helpful&lt;br /&gt;-calm&lt;br /&gt;-very easygoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad points:&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes i give people a cold feeling&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes i am so quiet that no one dares to disturb&lt;br /&gt;-people do not know what i am thinking&lt;br /&gt;-scary because i rarely talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need to reflect on the bad points~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party ended at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i would like to thank my flatmates for turning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr99TWRHTcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IA82mEbV2MA/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr99TWRHTcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IA82mEbV2MA/s320/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386161450706750914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr98C3LA_VI/AAAAAAAAATY/JDwXYSdoY6c/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr98C3LA_VI/AAAAAAAAATY/JDwXYSdoY6c/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386160067970137426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the food that we ate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr97fW2ZxHI/AAAAAAAAATI/anFSjjlb7pI/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr97fW2ZxHI/AAAAAAAAATI/anFSjjlb7pI/s320/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386159457998324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy hour~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr976LrNbiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x3vl0OBhrIU/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr976LrNbiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/x3vl0OBhrIU/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386159918855056930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was eating~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr97TxJqM0I/AAAAAAAAATA/ibbeIocdi_w/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr97TxJqM0I/AAAAAAAAATA/ibbeIocdi_w/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386159258899985218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr98Q1x7rgI/AAAAAAAAATg/u0KM8BfhDMY/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr98Q1x7rgI/AAAAAAAAATg/u0KM8BfhDMY/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386160308114664962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;truth or dare~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNew9E6YQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6gEMyWuIrUc/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SsNew9E6YQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6gEMyWuIrUc/s320/099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253774387142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy birthday, que~&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/4514172376791997899-564783577097112568?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/564783577097112568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=564783577097112568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/564783577097112568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/564783577097112568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/09/midnight-party.html' title='Midnight Party~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Sr99TWRHTcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/IA82mEbV2MA/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-3092311277761624697</id><published>2009-09-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:05:35.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small but Sincere Birthday Celebration~</title><content type='html'>i would like to thank those who organised the small celebration and those who came for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what exactly happened just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now after school, some boys and i confirmed that we would play basketball at SP and have our lunch together for my birthday in advance. there were about 15 of them. we played many matches and i had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;then, jie hui called me and told me to pass my handphone to amir. that was when i started to realise something was going on. when i saw amir whispering something to the other boys so obviously, i was even more convinced that they were planning something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when i went to the SP canteen, i saw a lot of them preparing stuffs. that was when i receive the 'surprise' from all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! however, their 'surprise' was a lil bit unsuccessful because amir and brandon were bad actors. amir told me to wait in the toilet and brandon told me to stare at the toilet bowl =_=" when i walked into the canteen, they were still preparing the stuffs. i was told to go back again later for the start of the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what surprised me more was that the girls were the ones who organised the celebration and there were so many people who came for it. i expected only people from my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it was the first time i celebrated my birthday like this. i was so shy that i kept smiling throughout, at the same time, i was speechless. i couldnt express my feelings properly at that point of time. really, you guys made me so touched this time. so i would like to use this opportunity to express my gratitude here. thank you, guys. you all made my day. im lucky to have such good friends~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to : jermayne, joanne, putri, wei yun and jie hui. you girls were so sweet. i didnt expect you all would do this to me. thanks a million for the cake and the balloons. i kept them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3JoYvN-I/AAAAAAAAASw/_8Ya_8MzxhQ/s1600-h/P9250097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3JoYvN-I/AAAAAAAAASw/_8Ya_8MzxhQ/s320/P9250097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385450999260329954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to : all the boys. thanks for spending time with me by playing basketball. amir, you skipped your basketball training just for this. haha! you made such a big sacrifice. thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home, i took a bus with bernard, zhan ming and amir. at the same time, i was holding 5 balloons.the passengers were staring at me in awe. i was a bit embarrassed, but they were my birthday pressents. so i got no choice. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, i had a late dinner with my flatmates at a 'kopitiam'. the food was sumptuous. then, one of them got drunk. he went around 'hugging' us. at home, he made so much noise. tired~&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3JoYvN-I/AAAAAAAAASw/_8Ya_8MzxhQ/s1600-h/P9250097.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends said that im very cold and emo nowadays. i think i need to reflect on what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SrzvkCTq9nI/AAAAAAAAASI/aXahvtuuUVU/s1600-h/SANY0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SrzvkCTq9nI/AAAAAAAAASI/aXahvtuuUVU/s320/SANY0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385442656801977970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday present 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SrzvUYqraVI/AAAAAAAAASA/f053v7DwCoc/s1600-h/SANY0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/SrzvUYqraVI/AAAAAAAAASA/f053v7DwCoc/s320/SANY0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385442387926149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;birthday present 2~&lt;br /&gt;[the balloons will stay on my bed till my birthday is over]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3JoYvN-I/AAAAAAAAASw/_8Ya_8MzxhQ/s1600-h/P9250097.JPG"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3C6h05tI/AAAAAAAAASo/3usifDY7k1g/s1600-h/P9250096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3C6h05tI/AAAAAAAAASo/3usifDY7k1g/s320/P9250096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385450883871205074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3092311277761624697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/3092311277761624697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-birthday-celebration.html' title='A Small but Sincere Birthday Celebration~'/><author><name>Que</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/_bDXt7CAT4qE/Srz3JoYvN-I/AAAAAAAAASw/_8Ya_8MzxhQ/s72-c/P9250097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4514172376791997899.post-8760303397214122564</id><published>2009-09-23T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:21:24.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess Addiction~</title><content type='html'>today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastoral care was fun! mr sem showed us some videos about overcoming stress. while the advisable words were being shown on the screen, the boys were laughing like mad as if we were watching a comedy. we substituted some words and made the sentences sound amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 free periods. the boys were playing chess and the girls were gossiping about stuffs. what a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am addicted to chess already. yea, both chinese and english. it is fun because you have to think a lot. i like strategy games. heard that playing chess increases your IQ. i seriously think that school should start a chess club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, that reminds me of mahjong. why dont most of the people here play mahjong? i think its a waste man! its so fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing to buangkok kampong today was boring. plus, the weather was so hot. we had to walk and walk and walk. so many mosquitoes. however, its a nice experience to visit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我应该给多一点笑容，&lt;br /&gt;常常心情不好真是很难做人~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4514172376791997899-8760303397214122564?l=que927.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://que927.blogspot.com/feeds/8760303397214122564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4514172376791997899&amp;postID=8760303397214122564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8760303397214122564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4514172376791997899/posts/default/8760303397214122564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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