<?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-35830386</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:16:30.044+08:00</updated><category term='t-shirt'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='style'/><title type='text'>Dom's Guide to Modern Manhood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6460381335426204246</id><published>2009-08-23T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:34:03.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Guide to T-Shirt Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SpETP0FW8nI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bPUuJUsJDlM/s1600-h/t-shirtguys.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373096992829796978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SpETP0FW8nI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bPUuJUsJDlM/s400/t-shirtguys.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The difference between style and fashion is quality." - Giorgio Armani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first impression you are going to give to another person is what based on what you wear. Be it a T-shirt or a tux, if you got style handled, chances are people are going to have a better first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules to wearing T-shirts are very simple and yet most people commit faux pas related to T-shirts. Here are the following rules to T-shirt wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you are skinny, do not wear body hugging T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the most commonly made mistake by small guys. Body hugging shirts are meant to emphasize your physique. So if you’re small and thin, congrats on just emphasizing that fact. Wear a T-shirt that is not too tight fitting and gives some allowance. If you are muscular, by all means wear body hugging T-shirts. You earned it Show Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you are thin, do not wear plain T-shirts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake most oftenly seen. Everyone knows the guy that doesn’t work out, wearing a plain colored T-shirt with a pair of jeans. Classic. Thin guys should not wear plain T-shirts. Once again, plain T-shirts emphasize your body structure. On the other hand, if you are muscular, then by all means wear it. The plain T-shirt emphasizes your muscular definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you are muscular, do not match skinny jeans with your T-shirts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a killer. Ever seen a muscular guy with scrawny legs? Or a skinny jeans that looks like it is about to explode? Skinny jeans and muscular people don’t go together, it makes them look funny. But if you are lean or thin, go ahead, skinny jeans would look great on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Thin: Get shirts with bigger sleeves. Muscular: Get shirts with smaller sleeves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller sleeves emphasize arm size. If you are thin, bigger sleeves would make your arms look bigger. Just don’t overdo it. If you are muscular, smaller sleeves would draw more attention to your arms and make you look bigger and leaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. V neck or Round neck?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are lean or muscular, you can fit in both. The thin folks should opt for more of the round neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Shirt length&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are muscular, opt for a shorter shirt. If you are thin, get a longer one. Just don’t over exaggerate. The shirt must be long enough so that when you sit and bend over, it does not show your butt. If it is longer, it must not be long enough to make you look like a rapper wannabe, unless your whole gig is hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Cutting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts have various cuttings too. A straight one is the safest bet. A tighter cutting would fit muscular guys. Thin guys should always opt for straight cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Stripes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horizontal stripes make you look broader in size. Vertical stripes make you look thinner and taller. Muscular guys should opt more for vertical stripes if the latter over emphasizes their body. Thinner guys should go for horizontal stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Shirt Colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darker colours make you look thinner. Bright colours make you look bigger. If you are dark opt wear more brighter colours and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Shirt Design&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is one of the most important and complicated aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed how girls these days like to wear shirts that read: “Stop staring at me. I know I am hot.”? And the worse part is, they are not really hot… For the information ladies, men do not like shirts like that. It shows immaturity and attention getting behavior. Guys that are mature would tend to not go for that kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages and designs on your shirt convey messages about you to other people. If your message is offensive, it puts people away. Messages that involves vulgarities puts people off. Messages that involves degrading yourself also puts people off, eg: “Mister Masturbate T-shirt”. This signals to people that you are weak, probably desperate, not getting the women he wants, doesn’t have his act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages that involves sex puts people off too. Picture of sexual positions, or “Honey are you wet?”, “I can fuck your brains out” kind of thing totally puts people off. The best one I ever know was this guy in the supermart who wore this shirt which says: “&lt;em&gt;A thousand of my potential children died on your daughter’s face last night.&lt;/em&gt;” And he met his girlfriend’s folks in the supermart. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, messages that give sexual connotations are well received. Sexual connotations mean giving sexual messages subtlely. For example: Women dressed skimply, a men kissing a women, figures and silhouettes of women. T-shirts that read “You are so going to get it.” Great.&lt;br /&gt;Want evidence of it working? Everyone likes T-shirts from French Connection. FCUK T-shirts were a big hit, simple because it was a sexual connotation, so close to explicit but also subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages that have meaningful quotes, religious connections show people that you are connected to the higher power. But don’t overdo it. If you wear “religious” shirts everyday, you give people an impression that you are totally engrossed in religion. I don’t mean that being involved in religion is bad. But women and people want to know that there are more aspects to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bet would be to wear shirts that represent you. If you are involved in music, wear shirts that have a guitar on it. If you are involved in sports, wear shirts that give sport messages, eg. Nike. Try to mix and match. Don’t overdo anything. Eg. Wear music on 3 days, religious stuff on 1 day, maybe sports on 1day. Variety but consistent messages is a key. Don’t send false messages like eg. wearing hip-hop when you don’t even like hip-hop. It would only show people that you are attention seeking and needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the shirt shows who you are first hand. So make it a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“First impressions are often the truest, as we find (not infrequently) to our cost, when we have been wheedled out of them by plausible professions or studied actions. A man's look is the work of years; it is stamped on his countenance by the events of his whole life, nay, more, by the hand of nature, and it is not to be got rid of easily.” - William Hazlitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6460381335426204246?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6460381335426204246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6460381335426204246' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6460381335426204246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6460381335426204246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/08/guide-to-t-shirt-style.html' title='Guide to T-Shirt Style'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SpETP0FW8nI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bPUuJUsJDlM/s72-c/t-shirtguys.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8094674128868586145</id><published>2009-07-03T19:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:36:49.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places to Meet Attractive Women</title><content type='html'>This is for the request for many guys I know. It will do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christ's sake. For those people that say they can't seem to find attractive women in Singapore, I am posting this for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are extremely hot women in Singapore. I am serious. For those that know me, you will know my Godlike standards for women. I like hot and intelligent women. If they don't have any of these traits, then they don't stand a chance. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to the topic. It is really easy. Hot and attractive women are easy to find. It all boils down to what kind of women you want and whether you know where to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love intelligent women. So I definitely make a trip down to the library to pick up some. You can find alot of them there (provided at the right time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. Head down to the psychology section, meet this attractive girl and ask her for some psychological advice. And then start debating with her about Carl Young and Freud, wala. Get her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want sporty women, hit the gym. But the best bet (in Singapore) is still the beach or a park where alot of these women frequent to jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my drift? Go to places where the women you want may be and you will find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd tactic is to go to places where women gather. Best bets are yoga classes. Women with great respect for their own fitness and bodies are often found there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this piece of info, you are one step ahead of scoring. Just remember the C&amp;amp;F bros. And please. Don't qualify her just because she's pretty. Attractive women are everywhere. Remember that you are the selector. Pick an intersting, funny and exciting and PRETTY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my buddy Kiat says: "Yeah intelligent is good. Pretty is a bonus. But I want both the prequisite and the bonus." Now that's the way to go my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Best of Luck&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8094674128868586145?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8094674128868586145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8094674128868586145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8094674128868586145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8094674128868586145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/07/places-to-meet-attractive-women.html' title='Places to Meet Attractive Women'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2403150688679690518</id><published>2009-05-25T18:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:20:38.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Athetism - Am I going towards it?</title><content type='html'>Anyway kinda happy that I'm updating my blog very regularly these days :) I love this default blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh at athetism. Really... I used to ask them how the fuck do you think the world came out on its own? The Big Bang theory? OMG. Lol naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think about it, I feel like being a free-thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the many restrictions I see in religion, but I feel many are deluding me from real issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try, God never seems to be in my life. They all tell us to have faith. Yeah. I had enough. Faith, I had faith for way too long. If this is part of his so called big plan, then I really haven seen the fruits for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder if I'm a fool, instead of finding concrete answers to my problems, I turn to God. I wonder if he really listens. I know thou shall not doubt him, but he didn't give me anything. No answers, no grace. Just hardcore reality, problems not solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do really feel like I got the answer. But in the end, it all turns out the same. The world is still just one fucked up place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm not like a major monster with lots of resentment now. I'm calm and concious of what I'm doing. I just feel that relying on religion for hope isn't what I'm looking for. It may be a crutch for some, but sorry it ain't working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gf always said that I was created in Heaven, so pure and undeluded. So sad to say that there is no heaven, only Earth. Earth is earth, only 80 years of life here. Live it to the fullest. And yeah perhaps its like what Tabula Rasa suggests, I was brought here as a blank shell, and then filled with all earthly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just considering really. 20 years of going to church, I can't just say that I'll let go. Though I feel exhausted, Jesus has always been a part of my life. After all I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah to some who know me well personally, yeah I'm pretty ownage already, but It's very unorganized. Just need to organize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to clear things up, I'm not suggesting that we should all throw all the rules and start a havoc party. I still believe in the natural laws of justice and all. I believe in love. But the natural law of survival still applies and is too true to ignore. Perhaps I should just take a break from church for a while and clear things up in my head and then make a clear decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2403150688679690518?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2403150688679690518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2403150688679690518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2403150688679690518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2403150688679690518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/athetism-am-i-going-towards-it.html' title='Athetism - Am I going towards it?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-475047747820764131</id><published>2009-05-25T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:57:37.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't a flower bed</title><content type='html'>One of my friends approached me yesterday. Told me he wanna change. He said he will never get what he wants if he continue to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sets me thinking. True, perhaps in my relationship life I already got what I wanted primarily. But I have not got what I want in other areas of my life. I find myself sitting here, feeling the same way I did a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, I have not progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still late, finding hard to commit time to do tutorials, still with the same stupid 3.255 GPA, still fucking broke, still not doing my gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 years old. I realized I cannot really compare myself to my other counterparts. I'm already behind the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams will just vanish with age if I don't do something about it. But no matter how hard I try at this level, they just backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which only leads me to one conclusion. Perhaps my friend is right. Perhaps by forcing myself to change, I can really achieve what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be painful and will push me out of my comfort zone. People may not know me anymore, but I'm willing to take the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move on to a whole different level. I only hope those around me will understand. And my friend, though we are experiencing  this in a whole different level, believe me, I understand the pain and rage of being stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, we'll get out of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-475047747820764131?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/475047747820764131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=475047747820764131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/475047747820764131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/475047747820764131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-isnt-flower-bed.html' title='Life isn&apos;t a flower bed'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1611676981007823507</id><published>2009-05-24T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:30:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays are well... Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Me and my dad seriously got issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see eye to him ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an adult now. I know what I'm doing. Why can't he understand? If he can't understand my life, so be it. But why must he accuse me of the same things always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm at the com, it would be a game. Like wake up call? NYP uses the laptop? I need the laptop to study? If he sees me really playing a game, great. Now his claims are validated, just because I decided to take a one hour break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. He never understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went out with Bryce and Jov to study at Bishan today. Didn't get much done but sure had fun. Lol just between us, let us pray that "All that have the goods show, and all that don't... Well don't show then" Lol our childhood is traumatized. Anyway it's an internal joke so don't bother trying to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that my gf has a gazillion hot (10/10) friends (girls) on facebook. Wth... Well perhaps that's why she always keeps me away from her profile lol. Well... No surprise. Dangerous to keep me there man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure feels good to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bryce, JIAYOU! PERSERVERANCE! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Pammy baby. I still miss you more than you miss me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1611676981007823507?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1611676981007823507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1611676981007823507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1611676981007823507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1611676981007823507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturdays-are-well-saturdays.html' title='Saturdays are well... Saturdays'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7845886121217351065</id><published>2009-05-22T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:47:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>Love is not only a feeling. It is committment, decision, concious and unconcious. It is giving and not taking. It does not demand, but gives fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know you're in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of nothing but her, till it becomes an obsession. When her smile brings colors to your world, and her tears washes the rainbow away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when your love is not reciprocated, but you foolishly give anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you love is rewarded, but you still give the same way and ask nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens when you think about nothing but her well-bring, her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you do your every best in everything you do to become the best human being on Earth so that you can better take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs when you look into her eyes and everything makes sense. Your existence is justified. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when two becomes one, we know each other and yet anticipate knowing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you hold her in your arms and want nothing more in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when her imperfections made her perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you spin her around in the air and feel like the world is a merry go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you told her: "I will take you away from all this. I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you realize that Love is not only about yourself. Its about you and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you told her "I love you." And those three words came from the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7845886121217351065?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7845886121217351065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7845886121217351065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7845886121217351065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7845886121217351065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2245559163842886400</id><published>2009-05-22T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:55:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Tide</title><content type='html'>Recently feel like the tide is turning again. I'm getting back to my old self. Hopefully the same can happen to my physical self. My aim? To see my six pack once again in 4 months time! Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to catch up on all the school I missed. This time I so determined to beat Calculus. I won't be beaten by it like last time. I shall conquer. Lol first step is to take the hypnotic lecturer's teachings into positive notions of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking, I decided to share much more interesting stuff on my blog to give positive influence to its readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2245559163842886400?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2245559163842886400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2245559163842886400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2245559163842886400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2245559163842886400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-tide.html' title='Turning Tide'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8751482546004166879</id><published>2009-04-26T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:24:48.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Innovation</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with "Team Innovation" these days. It is like my LIFE now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawback: I'm like 24-7 in front of my com. I haven't really told my parents about it and they think I'm addicted to some game. I kinda give up explainin to them. Everytime I switch on the laptop, they thinkn its some game and I get a scolding for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... When will they understand? Ever since the last post, I hardly even touched a game. I've been working every night till 5am just for a living. Yes on the computer. To those who think that sitting down and earning money with the computer is easy, it isn't. It is mentally challenging and draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what "Team Innovation" is, it is my website designing company. Or rather, it is my team name. Currently I'm still coming out with my company's website so am still very busy. If you guys ever need any website design or a design for your blogs, blogshops, you can look for me. I'll give you a DISCOUNT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we are having a promotional package, therefore my team is kinda overloaded. I'm currently looking for another team member. Don't worry, you will be paid. As long as you have a passion for web-designing, is willing to go out of the box, and most importantly be able to work as a team, you can send your resume to me for an interview. Of course, you need to have reasonable web-designing skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8751482546004166879?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8751482546004166879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8751482546004166879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8751482546004166879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8751482546004166879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/04/team-innovation.html' title='Team Innovation'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8723231686850396453</id><published>2009-04-18T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:10:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I QUIT DOTA CHIONGING!</title><content type='html'>Dear DOTA friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad cos I'm getting really good at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I'm gonna quit DOTA CHIONGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry guys. It was really fun playing with you guys, we make a great team. However, I cannot carry on with the game. I just have too many things in my life to concentrate on. I just got a wake up call and if I don't snap out of this now, I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my DOTA friends, it was great playing with you guys. Really... We really make an awesome team. But I just have too many personal committments to keep up with. Each game is probably like 45 minutes or so. I can't let 45 minutes of my life be taken up with virtual pride and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys that's all I can say. I can only play on weekends and probably a game or two and that's it. And I'm probably not gonna play hardcore in a very very long time to come, perhaps never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign Out&lt;br /&gt;cofsetuna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8723231686850396453?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8723231686850396453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8723231686850396453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8723231686850396453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8723231686850396453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-quit-dota-chionging.html' title='I QUIT DOTA CHIONGING!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8694192576236967120</id><published>2009-04-12T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:53:11.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAI HO!</title><content type='html'>Not really in a very hyped mood this holidays. I have turned from a sports enthusiast to a hardcore DOTA gamer. I'm kinda feeling the side effects as it starts to consume my life. Nonetheless, I've decided to stop this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna quit playing DOTA for 5 days as of tommorow and dwelve in my workout and my work. After all, I prefer being a workaholic than a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank God for making me realize that there are more important things in the world for me to care about. I will never forget about the ones I love and will work towards a better future for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Setsuna said: "I will cut through to the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what's a statement without a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI HO! - VICTORY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8694192576236967120?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8694192576236967120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8694192576236967120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8694192576236967120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8694192576236967120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/04/jai-ho.html' title='JAI HO!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1217229709605409066</id><published>2009-04-04T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:37:52.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better World</title><content type='html'>Just finished the final episode of Gundam 00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who think that people who watch Gundam are nerds, think again. This season is really full of meaning and relates to the current world situation that we are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current world that we are living in is full of turmoil, suffering and challenges. There is hate, terrorism and poverty all around. There are also countries that exist with corruption and they do not work for the peace and happiness of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are indeed very lucky to live in Singapore. Our government is one of the best in the world and we have one of the highest standards of living around the world. We face virtually no suffering, unlike those in Africa with more than 1 million of children facing starvation. We are able to crave for things like chocolate ice cream, an Iphone or the newest car in town. Other kids around can only hope for enough food to feel their empty tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we really live this life knowing that there are others suffering out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do most people turn a blind eye on the poor and helpless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people watch the Discovery Channel and sigh at how helpless the poor and malnourished can be and yet forget their existence when they turn off the TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is because we cannot really do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I believe we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand together and work towards a better world, we can do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Saji Crossroad said: "If we really desire world peace, then we have to work for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope more people will stand up for a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then... Perhaps, our children would have a better place to live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1217229709605409066?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1217229709605409066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1217229709605409066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1217229709605409066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1217229709605409066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-world.html' title='A Better World'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3992232539201419836</id><published>2009-04-02T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:28:29.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unworthy</title><content type='html'>What is this void inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's growing bigger and it's becoming more difficult to ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I look at everyone straight in the eye just like how I used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm not being responsible for my own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this feeling of helplessness overtake me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I drifting myself further from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I lose respect from all? Why do I not respect any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I running away from the things I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wait, sit and wait all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do all these negative notions get into my head so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I becoming weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps instead of becoming a better person, I became a worse person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my closest one said I can't be trusted. She hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I hate myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got serious issues now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it. The way my mind move, the speed, I'm not like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this edge does not seem to give me any joy, or rather, I'm not using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting at the doorway of innovation. My mind changes, but my body withers, my soul is tearing itself apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can save me? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person is not her, not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will Innovate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stand, I will move towards the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps then one day, I may truely call myself worthy of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3992232539201419836?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3992232539201419836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3992232539201419836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3992232539201419836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3992232539201419836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/04/unworthy.html' title='Unworthy'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1367118023193150157</id><published>2009-03-30T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:17:23.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being sick and I LOVE BLADING :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was sick the past week. Have been bogged down by a fever, diarrhoea and stomach cramps 24/7. Lol nearly died but I revived :D Good Old Domi is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway have been spending most of my fridays this past month picking up a new sport. Yeah it's rollerblading! Blading is fun because it is a very unique kind of exercise. Kinda funny also. You step on side to side and you miraculously move! Wow haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But always fall on your front and not your back. I fell on my back twice and my butt was GG. Goner for sure. I suffered abrasion and couldn't lie or sit properly for a few days! Worse thing is, I had stomach pains also so I couldn't lie on my front also! In the end my sleeping position only confined to one side T.T So always fall on your front! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958315407736690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC8aCT8_3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KBJL3J86Ja4/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cowboy on wheels ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318960376732041586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC-SBV9wXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HB4gxLcVFXc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's that girl on the wheels? Swwweeettt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958324185875954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC8ajA0xfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Rvsr4tLCrS4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn I seriously look like a boy here -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958309971698578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC8ZuD5o5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/OnpZUvuqFtE/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hand in hand, we skate the path of life together :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318958306027312498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC8ZfXfFXI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ucECJiuYYhU/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Sunshine always light up my Life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318960384580669570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC-SelOUII/AAAAAAAAAcU/-3lgnYMKz_E/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Sunshine Couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, it won't be soon before long my classical TEP is over. And it is also time soon to unveil my new website themed "Innovation". I hope you guys would like it. Back to CS powerpoint presentation for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319323413920709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdIIdkQpefI/AAAAAAAAAc0/65XXHjkAg8o/s400/editedbluesky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(PS: Check out my new picture above submitted to Deviantart! Blue Blue Sky! FOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Zooming Towards Innovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1367118023193150157?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1367118023193150157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1367118023193150157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1367118023193150157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1367118023193150157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-being-sick-and-i-love-blading.html' title='I hate being sick and I LOVE BLADING :)'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SdC8aCT8_3I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KBJL3J86Ja4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2906313636715216348</id><published>2009-03-21T20:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:13:38.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live 'N' Loaded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what? Pam and I won tickets to Live 'N' Loaded from 98.7 FM. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTs8AJzM8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vkwlwv8Ltc0/s1600-h/1658128541-channel-5-8217-s-live-n-loaded-show-has-seen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633975781438402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTs8AJzM8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vkwlwv8Ltc0/s400/1658128541-channel-5-8217-s-live-n-loaded-show-has-seen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to Caldecott Hill Mediacorp Broadcast Centre in a cab after class. Baby reached there before me. Damn excited to watch all the gigs live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614746534130626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTbctn-s8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/1u-sZuZy1dQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614745550531858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTbcp9eLRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/vO38f2sChPM/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614747703903714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTbcx-4BeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yxnrKKcRLSQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At this point of time, we were waiting in the Broadcast centre. Though we arrived there at 7:00pm, the show only started at 9 plus. Clara (Pam's sis) and her boyfriend Andrew were supposed to come but lol they were late. But in the end they made it in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My playful baby went to change channel for the Plasma tvs that were at the reception at Mediacorp. WTH! In the end get scolded by the receptionist. Lol damn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally after waiting for one and a half hours, we got into the studio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614753023995458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTbdFzSLkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/G6dMT4do4NY/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315614758918373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTbdbwnPtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qAdwWgZ3SQw/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315615712154704226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTcU613WWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/N_rIIs6_Dc4/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The first gig to be performed was by "The Fire Fight". Damn were they good! They are now currently my 2nd most favourited local band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315615714122848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTcVCLG2fI/AAAAAAAAAV8/98bCW4LKVPw/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The camera uncle damn pro lo. All he did was slide his camera around and all the cool scenes will be captured on TV! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315615715520161474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTcVHYQJsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b-SIN8sKiBE/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Director always stand at the stage behind and direct the show. He damn strict and fierce, don't look like someone who will direct a hip show like this. Lol he threatened to throw one of the audience out for trying to disrupt the filming of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315615720284795938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTcVZIOtCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LPZ1HcVQyAE/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The hosts of the show chatting before the show began after the break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315615719083378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTcVUpyiKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/YTwViaSsXRY/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This English guy can really sing. Their band's called Leeson. Their guitarist is damn pro! I see the speed and way his hand move, awesome man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616491254011186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTdCRNnVTI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3TLfTMqJXNU/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616495873830578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTdCibELrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pavkBdblIdE/s400/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My little baby wanted to touch the camera. I was pretty sure that it would earn us a direct ticket outta the show. Lol. But really damn tempted to work this cool device :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616497278791938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTdCnqCMQI/AAAAAAAAAWs/I0MxEE0QTKU/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The assistant producer would brief the hosts on what to say before the show. Utt very composed. Confident guy. Lol or else he wouldn't have been interviewed in Men's Health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616503144442162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTdC9gg6TI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KALdkIoQZyM/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The two ladies (Pam and Clara) got asked to stand beside Utt. The assistant producer would ask girls to stand beside Utt before the camera roll. Marketing gimmick huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617352704060450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTd0aXT7CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Dgf73SIklH0/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315617360812960114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTd04kn6XI/AAAAAAAAAXc/MpMDHnkvhFo/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This band is called "Quantum Revival". They are unique because their members all came from different countries. Really respect them cos though they have their own careers, they still come together to make music. Their performance? None other then their own male version of "Rehab" originally by Amy Winehouse. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629074148170354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScToesJXGnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oYJbOWt-ihQ/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629074864912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScToeu0PtsI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IchEkDcH7js/s400/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629076136311250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScToezjXudI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Ub0NWINUJSg/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a motivation for all poly students cos they look like the next door guai ah beng look alike. They are called "Paranoid Vision". Though they seem very amateurish and the singer don't sing loud enough, I'm sure they will become better in time to come. Jiayou! The song was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629075389961586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScToewxbVXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JOIftNd7RZ0/s400/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The cameraman offered me to help film the show! Lol just kidding! The camera just happens to be always in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629081883593890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTofI9oTKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IYVKzIBGNGE/s400/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dennis Keller for some reason was at the show. But she only came down for 10 minutes. And yes the real deal looks as good as on the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629699864409090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTpDHHvNAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FKP3KGBrh84/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next gig in the house was by our very own Singapore talent, Dawn Ho! She sang Batucada which is a jazz song by the way. I liked it alot though I can tell the audience wasn't really into jazz. Long live Jazz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629705244136978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTpDbKXVhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nwsIYfkja_4/s400/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who said that the Hip-hop and R&amp;amp;B scene have to be dominated by the Afro-Americans? Asians can do just as good. My favourite local band "Sleeq" proves it. They sang the song "Movie Star". Totally awesome, 5 out of 5 stars. Their voices were always in sync and they had style. Easily better than Lil Wayne or T-pain. I really wish they can make it big cos they are real talent man! Was so inspired by them that I wanna perform in this show too! But forming and keeping a band isn't an easy task. Sleeq totally showed what R&amp;amp;B can do on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629707760469890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTpDkiTh4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/uDLQa-9T4Oc/s400/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629709679615570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTpDrr3XlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/45XbpcYfP4k/s400/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course what would R&amp;amp;B be without the chicks eh? Sleeq had their own dancers for the songs. The chicks were good dancers but the one in yellow shorts was a little overkill. Her clothes color combination was abit off. But she's a really good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315629713147126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTpD4mlY0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Scn3kERw0xw/s400/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Utt said something about winning Oasis tickets and caught my attention. Tickets to Oasis, now that's my next destination! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315630775607007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqBukwl6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/WUV_EhTD1AI/s400/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315630774021626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqBoqxm1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/WFV6gED4rmk/s400/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next band is "Cardinal Avenue" They are a rock band, more of a punk rock genre like Fall Out Boy. I thought they were gonna be average when I saw the guitar of the lead. Lol his guitar strings were frayed and all hanging at the top of the head. But they were good instrumentally. The drummer totally brought the spirit of the song out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315630779084525378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqB7h3T0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-bzXNA7zsfs/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the crowd were moshing each other in the centre. Some got so frustrated that they started to use their elbows. Their friends had to pull them out. Moshing is supposed to be fun not dangerous. So look out. Kept my baby at the sidelines so we did not venture into mosh land lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315630784285541042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqCO54grI/AAAAAAAAAZU/NOcxr0ObU3g/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315630783683158114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqCMqQ4GI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IwWGZem8L2k/s400/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Group picture of me, Pam, Clara and Andrew. We should go out together more often :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631488461448770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqrOKgJkI/AAAAAAAAAZk/1kJ5P6dXMLY/s400/149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our friend Paul Twohill! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631490165341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqrUgvfBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-vl9J4eeRVo/s400/150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631491045453858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqrXyk8CI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WQh56H8_XYU/s400/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The two future queens of Caldecott Hill. Zoe watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631492767815714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqreNOGCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/umn9YabD6A0/s400/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315631493380484546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTqrgfSrcI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xiXWONYlia4/s400/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632325569400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrb8olzMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dropRHKqcSI/s400/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lol I have no intention of taking your place Li Nan Xing :X You are a legend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632323371588258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrb0cl2qI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4U7df5awRXc/s400/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632329589545298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrcLnEWVI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bdu3wbB1aUQ/s400/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632327309144690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrcDHYMnI/AAAAAAAAAak/8WohvVAc8ys/s400/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I swore my baby wanted to take out the "M" and the "C" of the Mediacorp sign at the front. WOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the gig, all of us travelled down to AMK Hub for a movie. Clara and Andrew caught "Coming Soon" and me and Pam watched "Dragonball". It was crazy watching "Coming Soon" at night! Lol they totally got freaked out. "Dragonball" was fun in the middle of the night and absolutely funny. I thought it was original and funny. And yes the fight scene should have been longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6v6SS1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yWoWLc3mwCE/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632854729902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6v6SS1I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yWoWLc3mwCE/s400/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632860373930034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr7E77UDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/dsJwWtGLXZg/s400/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6bIJ6MI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sVN5TUaRpNc/s1600-h/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632849150929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6bIJ6MI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sVN5TUaRpNc/s400/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;To make up for not studying for so long, me and Pammy went down to Starbucks next day to study together. Haha but after a while, studying goes off and we have fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6Az4DJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ABeOKha1jmM/s1600-h/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632842086550674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6Az4DJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ABeOKha1jmM/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6NHTqTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BVawzkwQ3bU/s1600-h/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632845389277490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTr6NHTqTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/BVawzkwQ3bU/s400/165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrcceI5kI/AAAAAAAAAas/zqq8osigU9o/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315632334115497538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTrcceI5kI/AAAAAAAAAas/zqq8osigU9o/s400/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What can I say? You make my life worthwhile. Every single moment with you is an adventure and I never ever have enough time with you. You are my life and I look forward to more adventures with you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2906313636715216348?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2906313636715216348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2906313636715216348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2906313636715216348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2906313636715216348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-n-loaded.html' title='Live &apos;N&apos; Loaded!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ScTs8AJzM8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vkwlwv8Ltc0/s72-c/1658128541-channel-5-8217-s-live-n-loaded-show-has-seen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2129374770314690214</id><published>2009-03-17T14:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:09:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Back Horror &amp; Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to watch "Coming Soon" and "Race To Witch Mountain" back to back yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314046173695797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sb9I1wcpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/dpGi6QTsn-I/s400/racetowitchmountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I'm so not gonna put the picture for Coming Soon here. I was mortified by the movie lol. Damn it's been a long time since I got scared the shit out of myself. The movie was definitely scary except for the last part where I found out how the ghost kills. That part was a bit out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you want to care to scare the crap outta yourself, I highly recommend you to watch this movie. Please watch it with someone lol, not alone. Me and my girl got totally freaked out when the cinema number in the movie and our cinema number coincided. GV staff really do do their homework. Overall, I give the movie a 4.0 stars out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Race To Witch Mountain" is not only exciting but it has The Rock starring in it. Dwayne Johnson puts on a very convincing role as a cab driver and the two kids in the movie had really good acting skills. The story script was solid and the movie was never short of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to release any spoilers here for both of the movies but I highly recommend you to watch it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2129374770314690214?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2129374770314690214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2129374770314690214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2129374770314690214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2129374770314690214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-back-horror-action.html' title='Back to Back Horror &amp; Action'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sb9I1wcpZ-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/dpGi6QTsn-I/s72-c/racetowitchmountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3055430319411649552</id><published>2009-03-15T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:08:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Education System = No Improvement ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the most prided joys of our government is having a top education system in the world. As a Singaporean, I'm proud of that too. However, a few recent issues have caught my eye and make me wonder if being at the cream of the crop have stifled our desire to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently one NTU staff committed suicide and another student assaulted a lecturer there before plunging to his death. At the same time, some of my friends in local universities are also complaining about systems they use to teach in local universities. So is there really an underlining of trouble in our seemingly perfect education system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casual question asked to my friends and grievances poured out instantly. One of the top issues I realized are the lack of social interactions within the universities. Because lessons are so dispersed from one another, people have lesser opportunities to interact with one another. With the heavy load from their school work, students also have lesser time to meet up with their friends outside. Lesser social interactions may cause problems as students may become less confident and tend to keep problems to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem I noticed was that lecturers don't seem to place much emphasis on their students. They come and deliver their lessons, and they go. No effort was made to connect with the students. Where were the good old days when the professor will swing by and ask you what is wrong when he noticed a troubled look on your face? It seems that lecturers these days are more preoccupied with delivering knowledge than fulfilling the full requirements of a teaching career. Teaching is more than delivering knowledge. Teaching is about caring and nurturing your students too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rising trend I obeserved about teachers in higher levels is the notion that students will take responsibility for their own learning. I respect that and comment their efforts to treat as as young adults. However, some teachers have brought this concept to a higher level. For example, there was this lecturer in a biology class and she was so frustrated with the class not paying attention and she quickly zoom through the lecture and gave a sarcastic comment saying "If you guys are not interested, then you might as well skip the lecture, I will not mark you as absent." I felt she had every right to be angry over this, however, she is a university professor for God's sake. Blowing your head over your class is not professional. Furthermore, there were a few attentive students in the class. Lowering the quality of your teaching because of a minority that are not interested in the class is just unfair for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event that angered me even more was an experience that my friend had. Her lecturer was not free for the lesson that was supposed to be conducted next week. He suggested to postpone it to another day. However my friend was not free on that time slot as she had music class. The rest of the class could make it accept her. Instead of giving an alternative date or time, the lecturer simply said "So you are not coming right?" What is this? It totally sends the message that as long as it is the minority, it is ok. We can forget about them. It is totally immoral and not upright for the teacher to do so. Is that teacher trying to say that it's just one person so we can forget him or her? It is totally unfair to the student. When the teacher was saying that to my friend, the whole class was staring at her, waiting for her to say yes. This behaviour displayed by the lecturer was totally unacceptable. I wouldn't be surprised if students being taught by this teacher would discriminate miniorities in the future. This kind of behaviour are absorbed by the brain and performed subconciously as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universities always claim that they care about their students and show that they care by organizing activities such as counselling and giving out scholarships to help poor pupils. However, they do not realize that this means that you are caring for your students. Caring for someone is at a more subtle level. Displaying notions that the students are not important would hurt the students and undermine their pride and confidence. I personally feel that if the people around were more caring, then the recent tragedies in NTU would not have happened. If lecturers were really teachers at heart, then students would have a more fun time in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is our education system really the best already? I think we have alot more work to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3055430319411649552?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3055430319411649552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3055430319411649552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3055430319411649552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3055430319411649552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-education-system-no-improvement.html' title='Best Education System = No Improvement ?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6344828735380015241</id><published>2009-03-12T17:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:49:18.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pam is a lucky star. Indeed she is. We won tickets to the Gala Premiere of "Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li". Indeed when I mentioned this show to most of my friends, it raised many eyebrows. Worse of all, many confused the show with Dragonball Evolution (Singaporean kids truely don't have a childhood). Honestly, I was a little skeptical myself. I played Street Fighter arcade games since I was a kid and bringing out the character of Chun-Li isn't easy. Some view her as a fighter, some view her as a symbol of female strength. Some think she is a figure of justice, some think that she is a sex symbol. Nevertheless, bring the character Chun-Li to screen is not an easy task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312336253394467762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk1rS8Bu7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/XLwYTpXA8Mg/s400/street_fighter_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Street Fighter Movie Poster (somehow I don't find it impactful enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pam came over to school in between my break for my classical modules and we had to head down to Mediacorp to collect our tickets. We took a train down to Braddel and wanted to walk there. But instead we ventured into an estate housing old people. And they had the weirdest of things there. The signs had algae growing all over it and there was a Mama shop at a multi-storey carpark -.- Being evil, the residents over there immediately reminded me of the zombies in Left 4 Dead. I mean seriously all the old people in one place? I just couldn't resist imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a endless tiring walk through the unfamiliar region, me and Pam gave up and just took a cab down. Going to Mediacorp was exciting. I thought I was never a fan of stars but alighting the cab over there made me feel a sense of excitement in the air. Who knows I might even meet Fiona Xie over there? Lol. Just kidding. But we did tidy ourselves up a little bit lol.&lt;/p&gt;Anyway we didn't see any stars except for a dozen old aunties chit chatting at the reception. Apparently they must be waiting to view some old auntie cooking show or something. Nothing seems to be of interest as the place was with heavy security. We just collected our tickets and of we head back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312246730876364978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SbjkQZkdqLI/AAAAAAAAATU/h6hZyxZPMXM/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312274932621075202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj959QXYwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4c__fIYxG4I/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby so nice come to school wait for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam was really nice. She waited for me at the school library for 3 hours!!! If only the classical teacher didn't take so long. We then proceeded to Dhoby Gaught as the movie was held at Cathay Cineplex. Pam is a big fan of Edmund Chen and was half hoping (more than half I think) to see him there as he plays the father of Chun-Li in the movie. We grabbed a bite at Just Acia before we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337067483257714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk2arp623I/AAAAAAAAAUs/naWJSkQty_Q/s400/edmund.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dun play play. Edmund Chen knows Kung Fu Fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Grand Cathay is indeed grand. Red carpet, red curtains, nice music and even ushers to show you to your seat. We spotted many Mediacorp stars there like Jonathon Leong and a few others (don't know their names). After a while, Edmund Chen came in. Damn I was like wow. I've seen all his works on tv. It's just amazing to see him real life. After all the hoo hah, the movie reel started spinning.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273848367942466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj862GRi0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/4muzvj_iO2Q/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273839781327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj86WHENDI/AAAAAAAAATk/Nyu_jGd50Os/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273844415582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj86nX9T9I/AAAAAAAAATs/HyM8LvZYv_c/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273849335366450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj865s7QzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MDxn39Jjb1s/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swore the movie attendant thought I was gonna capture the movie on my Iphone. Wth -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The whole movie was ok. I would say it's just average. Chun-Li was played by Kristin Kreuk. I was really skeptical of her ability at first. I mean yeah she's hot. But I thought she was more suited to a innocent and demure role. Boy was I wrong. This hot mama sure kick ass in the kung fu flick. Her acting skills were good. The only bad part was her Chinese. No offense but Chun-Li's half chinese. There is no way her Chinese is so bad. Edmund Chen displayed good acting skills. It was interesting to see him do Kung fu. Lol I didn't know he could fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337064239187170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk2afkeROI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_YoKrOPlxVs/s400/kristin-kreuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kristin Kreuk - Ok after looking at this pic, innocent and demure is definitely not in my head now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bison was not what I thought to be. We all know that Bison is big, strong and spot the infamous Shadaloo general costume. But instead Bison was a white business man in the movie. Hmm what was the director thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341057453428994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk6C7c8EQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Kbl34-HG3N4/s400/legend-of-chun-li-character-comparisons-03-429-75.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evil General and white businessman got big difference. Director?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides Bison, there was Maya and Charlie Nash. These two characters were really extra. They were really detached from the story. I guess the director was trying to bring some flirty and love element to the movie but it didn't work out well. They were not integrated well into the movie and they didn't even touch Bison. All the director featured for these two characters were the cheesy lines that came out from Nash's mouth and Maya's boobs. The way Bison died and then revived was also a little ridiculous. Lol I mean his neck was broken. No way he could come alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312341061312713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk6DJ1EFEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9PuwShgEK_g/s400/maya.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I mean? All her scenes are only focused on her cleavage and nothing else. Poor Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Kristin Kreuk was good. She was hot and her acting skills matured. All I can say that the story was very separated from one another and the transition between the scenes were not good. The director's skill was amateurish. Edmund's acting skills were great but the director didn't portray it. The camera angles for the fight scenes were all wrong and watching them can be sometimes confusing. Overall, I give the movie a 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we got to shake hands and talk with Edmund Chen. He was damn friendly haha. Lol he said the movie was bad and he looked ugly in it. Lol damn humble. Me and Pam gave him some encouragement and said the movie was good. It was really not bad, it is just hard to meet the demands for something that has been with kids for decades. Shows like these always find it hard to succeed. We also saw Edmund's family and Xiang Yun! Awesome. I'm like a big fan of Xiang Yun and her shows. Too bad never take picture with her. But we got some shots with Edmund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312273851689351730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj87CeKOjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uvf2tBWwDbI/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312274179011388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbj9OF10JFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zqbIUKHDqaY/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby got her dream lol! Edmund like my brother lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie, I sent Pam home and the silly girl didn't want me to go. Lol so I spent a little more time with her and then cab back to Jurong east for the last train. What a starry day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Damn I nearly missed last train at Jurong east cos somebody tried to commit suicide at Yio Chu Kang. Luckily SMRT efficient and that guy didn't die. Hope he's alright. Not gonna think more. Just want to think about my starry day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6344828735380015241?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6344828735380015241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6344828735380015241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6344828735380015241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6344828735380015241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/03/starry-day.html' title='Starry Day'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Sbk1rS8Bu7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/XLwYTpXA8Mg/s72-c/street_fighter_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7598924761199088487</id><published>2009-02-25T02:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:04:05.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGER: CONSTRUCTION WORKS</title><content type='html'>BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COME BACK LATER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7598924761199088487?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7598924761199088487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7598924761199088487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7598924761199088487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7598924761199088487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/02/danger-construction-works.html' title='DANGER: CONSTRUCTION WORKS'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-5160562527433816490</id><published>2009-02-07T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:20:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRESPONSIBLE</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this world is kinda fucked up. Yes hell yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my laptop but "THE UNAMED ONES" think they are on the side of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is not repaid. My kindness was for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship was tested, and money proved to be more powerful than friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that I thought were responsible were the most irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only knew of my huge lost after 5 weeks. After 9 weeks, there is still no news of concrete compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one suffering the loss of my dear companion, whereas the people who lost it live like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop was not only my companion. It had the photos of all my dear ones. All the photos of me and Pamela growing up FIVE YEARS together are gone. The photos of me and my friends are all gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? All your precious memories all gone like that... I'm really sad about it. I can never retrieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my programs inside are all gone. All those programs, memories, projects and games are all gone. Some of my projects that I did consists of websites that could be used professionally. All the applications I downloaded are all gone. There were lots of sensitive information inside and there are all at risk now. Even Jov's game was inside and it was gone. I felt so bad that I apologized to him immediately. But him being my true friend didn't blame me. But UNNAMED on the other hand was not spotted apologizing to him. Another thing I cannot figure out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? They say they wanna give me a second hand laptop. And worse. My dear "friend" did not even say a word. Only one sorry. And worse. Only one sorry. Then that's it. And for your info: My laptop is worth more than $2K plus in the market. And those idiots wanna pay me less than $2K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was right. They will try to squeeze their way out of this. The people of the world are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give them one more week. If I don't get what I want, I will sue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about money anymore. It's about principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You borrow apple from people, you lose it, you give back apple. You do not give back half an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dear "friend" realizes that fact after 19 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you no money to buy apple, then go pluck one or grow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously didn't want to post this. But I'm so fucked up that I have to rant about it. I everyday get scolded by my pops cos of you. I'm also fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos all I get from UNNAMED'S MOTHER is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your parents very rude leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only can compensate you second hand one. Or else I don't compensate lor. Then I wait for your lawyer letter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all give me a price. If reasonable then I pay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Killer Line- "Who ask you lend the laptop to my daughter?" - When I hear this I was very very pissed. It's like a robber telling the cops that it's the jewellery's store fault for setting up a store here or else he wouldn't have stole. Not that I saying UNNAMED stole my laptop, but it's just an analogy. But there might be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm not gonna comment on their actions. But if this is truely justice, then perhaps the readers of the blog should voice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry man, I feel this way and I will say it. I for once don't remain silent when things happen, unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do realize that if you do something irresponsible, you will be marked with the bane of irresponsibility. Every single person you pass will look at you in that way. Even if they don't, in their hearts they secretly harbour that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cause this. You cause it your self. I'm so angry with you. And it's not only about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies now don't really mean a thing. Cos I don't sense the sincerity at all. If you truely treasure our friendship, you would have followed up with me and apologize. You would have come out with plans and stuff. Instead I must be the one to chase you for compensation. I don't think you treat me as a friend anymore. Because of money, you are willing to abandon our friendship and engage in a cat and mouse game of avoidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel betrayed... I know there is a huge possibility I may never get back my laptop or compensation. I will never believe in such irresponsible people again. I don't want to blow things up. But I don't sense any sincerity from you at all. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please keep to your promise to meet up. Don't last minute cancel appointment. I don't want and don't like to drag this on anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-5160562527433816490?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5160562527433816490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=5160562527433816490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5160562527433816490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5160562527433816490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/02/irresponsible.html' title='IRRESPONSIBLE'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6413763880402148672</id><published>2009-02-03T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:19:05.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT LA! SO KIND FOR WHAT!?</title><content type='html'>Seriously fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed at how shameless some people can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Some people can be just this shameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed that responsibility is a virtue that most people have. But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, some people can be just such cowards, afraid to face the music. Maybe the ignorant and young would behave this way. If it's only that it is understandable. But don't fucking fuck with me and start fucking negotiating. Please. Really. You are fucking in the wrong and don't try to negotiate and point fingers at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all that education is going to waste. Running away for so long and so afraid to face me. You know why is that? Cos deep down inside, you know you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, you cause me so much problems each day. I fucking have to do my animation project and have absolutely no time to handle such stuff. And yet I get fucked at home everyday because of this. My parents nag and scold me all day cos of this. You have absolutely no idea, hiding behind that shell of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think you were the most responsible of my friends. But apparently, I was damn wrong. I never rant on my blog before, but hell yeah I'm gonna fucking rant today cos I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mention your name but you bloody hell know who you are. You are the one that is in the wrong and you are the one that should handle it. Don't be a coward. You will only let me despise you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can ever be friends with you or see you in the same light again. Don't disappoint me or yourself further. Seriously. Just give me what belongs to me and then you can run or do whatever you want. You need not even be bothered by me anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want anybody else to handle this then come find me personally. Yes granted the stuff belongs to me. But you are the one responsible now. So come look for me. I don't like playing cat and mouse games with people. Its cos you fucking take this long to handle this and show such irresponsible behavior that other people have to step into this. You think I like people calling on my behalf and scolding my "friend"? No I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. A "friend" wouldn't run away from responsibilty and run away and leave me in this shit right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I actually gave you 8 weeks of time to actually think about it and face me. And you never even took the opportunity to. All you did was pretend nothing happened and live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have listened to JW. I was actually using it that day. He told me not to lend it. I said its ok. It's my trusted friend. Its really ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was so hell wrong. At least I realized now. A little too late though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did something wrong. Apologizing won't help. I just want what is mine back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait, cos by next week my project is over and I have all the time in the world. If you need someone to remind you to return what's not yours, then fine I shall prosecute you everyday till you do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsible is definitely not the adjective associated with you now. And another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reflect on your own behavior and how you handled the whole matter. Honestly, I have no grounds to believe anything you say now. Gimme back what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a shit whether you can give it back or not. A thief who stole a something gets punished regardless whether he has a good financial status. An eye for an eye, you lose an apple, you pay an apple back. Don't fucking give me back half an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been too kind. Unfortunately, you desecrated it. I shall not be lenient anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you are wondering why so many people know about this. I only told two of my friends. But somehow everyone knew. Hmm... But by right... If you think your behavior is correct and righteous, then by all means, you have no need to fear about people knowing about this. But I'm not the kind to brag about people's misdeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO THE RIGHT THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURN WHAT'S RIGHTFUL TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I even used the word "Please")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6413763880402148672?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6413763880402148672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6413763880402148672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6413763880402148672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6413763880402148672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-it-la-so-kind-for-what.html' title='FUCK IT LA! SO KIND FOR WHAT!?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2293665989010981413</id><published>2009-02-01T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:50:00.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man In The Mirror</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to do great things. I always wanted to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always move forward to a Destiny that shapes the future. I wanted the world to be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change and did everything. But after I achieved it, I knew I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to change the world is to change myself. If I wanted to change others, I have to start with myself. I was doing fine all along, until I decided others should change to fit the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the world is not perfect, but still, I was a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had everything. Not riches, not fame but I had a love so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all my actions have done nothing but to taint it and ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became selfish, not understanding, I became everything I sought out to destroy in others in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I ruin myself and my love further, before I lose every aspect of my soul, I must stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must look back and find myself again. It is so difficult because I have forgotten. But it is locked deep within the abyss of my memories and my heart. I will unlock them and feel them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change the world, I have to change myself. I have to learn the way of giving in, the way of unreciprocation. I want to relearn how to do things without getting anything in return. I want myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being popular, rich or whatsoever is not important. Though I have all of that now, I am not happy. What's important is I retain myself, the Man In The Mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will achieve it. Being the good man, being the one for you. For this is what I promised you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2293665989010981413?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2293665989010981413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2293665989010981413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2293665989010981413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2293665989010981413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-in-mirror.html' title='The Man In The Mirror'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8495451100071339925</id><published>2008-11-15T13:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:58:28.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding A Woman</title><content type='html'>A Woman is a temptous creature&lt;br /&gt;Her veins flow with emotions&lt;br /&gt;Even logic does not defy the feelings in their breasts&lt;br /&gt;The senseless things that they do&lt;br /&gt;Are practiced with the ways of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed sometimes they do unfathomnable things&lt;br /&gt;But a reason behind it do always exist&lt;br /&gt;For Eve didn't give the apple to Adam for him to fall into the valley of sins&lt;br /&gt;Her wish is just to share all of hers with him&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is a way to protect her relationship&lt;br /&gt;Anger is an expression to get attention&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment shows her high hopes for you&lt;br /&gt;Tears reveals the longing sadness in her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is really hard to attain for her&lt;br /&gt;For her self conflicting drives manipulate her head everyday&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent still wants a Man to depend on&lt;br /&gt;She wants to have every moment of his, but still wants space on her own&lt;br /&gt;They say the best thing you can give is your full attention&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't want to be an attention seeker&lt;br /&gt;Her animus wants to dominate, but she wants to feel dominated&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel protected&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes she wants you to strip her of all her protection&lt;br /&gt;She is monogamoust&lt;br /&gt;But never fails to fantasize&lt;br /&gt;She would die to hear your compliment&lt;br /&gt;But she hates an ass kisser&lt;br /&gt;She desires a strong Man&lt;br /&gt;But she wants some weaknesses in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;But beauty kills too&lt;br /&gt;She holds her body both in pride and contempt&lt;br /&gt;She loves the way they lock their gazes at her&lt;br /&gt;But she doubts that anyone could be ever sincere&lt;br /&gt;Because her true beauty lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;But who can truely see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words of their angsty masculinity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are expressed all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their shirts scream "BITCH" or "I'm SEXY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are nothing more than a mere expression of their animus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their domineering sides desperately fighting off oppression from society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just want a stage to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wonder why Man are so afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So offended by what seemingly to them to be outrageous behaviour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say its egoistic behavior , some say its injustice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I say it's just Man's weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of being afraid of what they can't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day Juliet will find Romeo&lt;br /&gt;But Romeo doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Right is not someone that SEEMS right&lt;br /&gt;He is someone that makes her FEEL right&lt;br /&gt;He is someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how odd how queer&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever understand such a creature?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if Man ever thought to put LOGIC aside&lt;br /&gt;And accept FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;He will then see the key to understanding his partner&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps despite being cast out of the garden&lt;br /&gt;Eve would find true happiness with Adam&lt;br /&gt;In their very own world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8495451100071339925?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8495451100071339925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8495451100071339925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8495451100071339925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8495451100071339925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/11/understand-woman.html' title='Understanding A Woman'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4958471829976424629</id><published>2008-11-10T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:45:21.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRgPKAJ53XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MQ3P-uIdAjw/s1600-h/cloud_with_buster_sword_by_itsumofataride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266976428724444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRgPKAJ53XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MQ3P-uIdAjw/s320/cloud_with_buster_sword_by_itsumofataride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If protecting you means giving up everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will gladly do so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, without you, my world is nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4958471829976424629?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4958471829976424629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4958471829976424629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4958471829976424629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4958471829976424629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRgPKAJ53XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MQ3P-uIdAjw/s72-c/cloud_with_buster_sword_by_itsumofataride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2270373910611451335</id><published>2008-11-08T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:58:43.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconciliation</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm not really a very religious man. But I still accompanied my bro to his very first Reconciliation and Confession. Lol its funny to see all the kids so excited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175453222065234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2rF4u1FI/AAAAAAAAASI/NbyJFYy0NOM/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bro having his confession. Don't worry, the conversation is private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had about 100++ kids to be reconciled so haha imagine the wait. Fascinated Dad and Mum with my phone a while and before I knew it, it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pics of me and my family ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175458149531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2rYPh_ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dB3Q2gMDmYs/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175461441784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2rkgdyjI/AAAAAAAAASY/ygUkopitdSU/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175464688323010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2rwmgCcI/AAAAAAAAASo/dlDXsliw_FA/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266175465207838674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2ryiXN9I/AAAAAAAAASg/ERBQseHGtBI/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266177398201731298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU4cTgBSOI/AAAAAAAAASw/SHIMM47A5nQ/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta plan my schedule tommorow. Got goals to keep and plans to stick to. And yes, I will keep my promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2270373910611451335?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2270373910611451335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2270373910611451335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2270373910611451335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2270373910611451335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/11/reconciliation.html' title='Reconciliation'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SRU2rF4u1FI/AAAAAAAAASI/NbyJFYy0NOM/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3260624031952278790</id><published>2008-11-03T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:00:19.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Party and more updates!</title><content type='html'>Gosh it's been a long time I blogged. Well with my busy list of schedule and learning, I guess it justifies the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many interesting things happened last week. We had a photoshoot by the school on Friday and darn it was good to be in a suit. Ok it was hot posing under the sun with a suit for about 20 minutes and the photographer was a bit gay. To make things worse, he was wearing an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt. Lol for those who watched the Mad-TV parody, you know why I nearly blurted out laughing the moment I saw him. Yeah braw! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the photoshoot was long but awesome cos I had a great bunch of friends I know taking the photos with me. It's great to know that the photos you take with your friends are gonna be used for something probably big. Lol. I'm sorry we threw you on the ground after the last pic Jiafeng lol haha but you were too heavy. And Serbian was damn funny. During the hand shaking shot, for some reason the photographer didn't see eye to eye to our expressions. He kept saying "more emotions or expressions" (whichever was it). Lol Serbian just blurted a "Hi Bitch" which was damn funny. Had to control my laughter and look professional lol. We took a group photo after that but haha I haven't got the pics from the peeps. Only have 2 pics here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461041341018562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQ8fbL8DscI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2o99nPeYzhc/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264461052353340050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQ8fb09mYpI/AAAAAAAAASA/vMgdBHXs55o/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway after the photoshoot we were supposed to turn up for Halloween party in school with Hazel, Serbian and Lester. Went to pick up Pam after school but on our way they left so we changed our minds. Ate with Pam at Dhoby Gaught but I was kinda upset cos I spent a lousy Halloween this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Pam was so sweet. She suggested going to Clarke Quay to party at a pub. Some people there were out of their minds. There was these two guys dressed as a banana and a carrot. Wow scary. But their hot friends were great. These girl dressed as a sexy cop and another had a skirt so short that her ass could be seen. Luckily she had a nice ass so it looks befitting. I guess Hazel's right. Halloween is the only time a girl can dress all slutty. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the pub we gulped down a concoction of some sort and totally got high (nope it was alcohol not drugs lol). The pub had a DJ and there was alot of space. We danced and raved with all the Caucasians and it was fun. This girl is totally crazy. She can dance and her moves were like wow. I think she totally owned the Caucasians. You are totally the dancing queen girl haha. But thanks for cheering me up with a party. YOU SAVED MY HALLOWEEN! Sorry that you missed your train but I think it was worth it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Jiaping's birthday on Sat with Mandl, Jovian and Bryce. Lol Bryce is damn funny. Seriously I declare on my blog that Bryce is a totally awesome guy to be with. I'm not gay (Duh look at the chicks around me) but he's really a funny guy. His gf gonna be really lucky next time. Haha he has the gift of making people laugh. Anyway we surprised Jiaping with a cake and had Ajisen. Lol after the celebration we had a treat from a Bboy group from Korea and they were good, though not as good as Gamblerz. Haha but the guy could do quite a number of flares, for Singapore standard quite ok already lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fast really. Monday of 4th week already. Dad is still bugging me about the portrait that I sorta promised to draw for church stuff. Lol don't know how to tell him I don't like to draw under stress. Counter-productive. Anyway lots happened recently , I grew up and BAM! The world needs me. Lol ok abit exaggerating but when you're a mature 20 year old, you'll get me. Good luck to Jov on your plan. Elo my brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3260624031952278790?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3260624031952278790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3260624031952278790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3260624031952278790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3260624031952278790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-party-and-more-updates.html' title='Halloween Party and more updates!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQ8fbL8DscI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2o99nPeYzhc/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8886806849071085124</id><published>2008-10-25T21:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:38:51.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM is great! And is Lara Croft sexy or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really fruitful day today. I've been devoting alot of my time to self-improvement and increasing my skills. Having an Iphone has open up the possibilities of learning all day long as I can read my documents and watch my videos whenever I want to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Jovian today to watch High School Musical 3 at Bishan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261082628236612242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMexqYFkpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LEIj-KxYKsY/s320/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We got owned when we entered the cinema. We were all surrounded by kids lol. A mum looked at us and jokingly asked :" I think all of them are too young for this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol I said: "No I think we're too old." Haha were we owned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway HSM 3 was a blast! Ok ok don't shoot me but whenever I look at Vanessa Hudgens I think of Pamela. Looks like I got my answer. Anyway the movie was fabulous and it really got me thinking about all the things I should do before we reach senior year ourselves. I've still got alot to do with my friends. Graduation is essentially a joyous and yet sad occasion as we will all be going separate ways. But we're lucky, at least we are not going to different states ;) Yeah we are all in this together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we had lunch at our favourite S11 chicken rice hangout. Gave Jov a little more insight on his love life but obviously I said a little too much. He has been thinking about it and his mind is bugging him all day now. Lol poor jov but you know what to do. You're the man haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Marina Square afterwards for the X08 convention. The best place to buy a game for Xbox gamers. Boy were we owned there. Not by games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by Lara Croft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084328773434450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgUpXqPFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/g_o68BGeG8s/s400/Meet-The-New-Lara-Croft-Alison-Carroll----.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Alison Carrol, the newest Tomb Raider joining the ranks of Angelina Jolie in the newest Tomb Raider series: "Tomb Raider Underground".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning's program plus meeting Alison Carrol real life was a big insight. I was not blown away by the fact that she was hot but it was something else. The scale has just increased. I guess that's bad news for all women. I think only Jov and Bryce know what I'm talking about lol. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the clever guys, we got Alison Carrol to pose with the hot guys ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261083034292398802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMfJTDVKtI/AAAAAAAAANM/O2ejsv5BUyU/s400/P251008_17_41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261083044738899650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMfJ59-HsI/AAAAAAAAANU/ssNnF1dYVTk/s400/P251008_17_43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had Sg models posing with Alison too. But you know the odds. Haha yes yes I'm evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMtSoqHF4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/2H1kmazqArc/s1600-h/P251008_17_32%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261098587873810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMtSoqHF4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/2H1kmazqArc/s400/P251008_17_32%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMfJLFSksI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JOYki7s7byA/s1600-h/P251008_17_32%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261083032153133762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMfJLFSksI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JOYki7s7byA/s400/P251008_17_32%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lara Croft is more that a character of a game. Just like James Bond is the sex symbol of all men, Lara Croft is the sex symbol of all women. Modern active women inspire and relate to her like no other modern women in history. Therefore choosing a suitable candidate to bring Lara to life was an extreme process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hundreds of women were tested in all kinds of skills be it martial arts, flexibility and gymnastics. In the end, Alison Carroll, a 23 year old gymnast and receptionist from Croydon, UK, was selected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah she's hot. Check out some pics of her from her game photoshoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMhJ1HIUFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WEzn7hYNnTI/s1600-h/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085242458394706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMhJ1HIUFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WEzn7hYNnTI/s400/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg7YvKg9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZAs5R_vOsIU/s1600-h/Alison_Carroll_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084994323514322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg7YvKg9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZAs5R_vOsIU/s400/Alison_Carroll_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg61vyrpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eQBIJj3DCm8/s1600-h/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084984930905746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg61vyrpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eQBIJj3DCm8/s400/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg646Gq4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nlab70oGo0I/s1600-h/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084985779465090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg646Gq4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nlab70oGo0I/s400/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg6vwzJMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kn-uaSV0wck/s1600-h/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084983324517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg6vwzJMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Kn-uaSV0wck/s400/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg6faTXaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AAhnaJLwdJo/s1600-h/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084978935192994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMg6faTXaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AAhnaJLwdJo/s400/alison-carroll-as-new-lara-croft-tomb-raider-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgU9Gb4NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/y3MBJkiS3Xc/s1600-h/Meet-The-New-Lara-Croft-Alison-Carroll-----.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084334069899474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgU9Gb4NI/AAAAAAAAAN8/y3MBJkiS3Xc/s400/Meet-The-New-Lara-Croft-Alison-Carroll-----.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgUd2mtdI/AAAAAAAAANs/B40UELb4TfU/s1600-h/Meet-The-New-Lara-Croft-Alison-Carroll-----------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084325682001362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgUd2mtdI/AAAAAAAAANs/B40UELb4TfU/s400/Meet-The-New-Lara-Croft-Alison-Carroll-----------.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgUGujTBI/AAAAAAAAANk/bevC_dimkC4/s1600-h/the-new-lara-croft-alison-carrol-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084319474207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgUGujTBI/AAAAAAAAANk/bevC_dimkC4/s400/the-new-lara-croft-alison-carrol-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgT_3eTBI/AAAAAAAAANc/99Dp62vVozU/s1600-h/the-new-lara-croft-alison-carrol-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261084317632580626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMgT_3eTBI/AAAAAAAAANc/99Dp62vVozU/s400/the-new-lara-croft-alison-carrol-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the game's official release. If possible, I'm gonna get my hands on one. Heard that the graphics and gameplay are awesome. And thanks Alison Carrol, for the inspiration. I see the source of another problem, and I'm gonna solve it. And yeah ultimately, thanks Jov for the inspiration you given too. Don't get too cocky haha and best of luck to you too bro ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8886806849071085124?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8886806849071085124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8886806849071085124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8886806849071085124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8886806849071085124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/10/hsm-is-great-and-is-lara-croft-sexy-or.html' title='HSM is great! And is Lara Croft sexy or what?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SQMexqYFkpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LEIj-KxYKsY/s72-c/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2380063561494650095</id><published>2008-10-23T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:47:01.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job!</title><content type='html'>Well well... I'm so darn happy to see my bro's got his part of his Life handled. He even gave me tips! Woah! Lol. I mean I used to be the one giving him tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rock bro. Keep it up! You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you definitely qualify into my Mastermind Alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2380063561494650095?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2380063561494650095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2380063561494650095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2380063561494650095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2380063561494650095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-job.html' title='Good Job!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2933624051486234956</id><published>2008-10-21T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:23:21.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Crying Today</title><content type='html'>I can't stop crying today&lt;br /&gt;My world walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;With her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;For I will love no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours passed like seconds&lt;br /&gt;When our two hearts were one&lt;br /&gt;The seconds passed like hours&lt;br /&gt;After she said that she was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to love me forever&lt;br /&gt;At least that is what she said&lt;br /&gt;Her heart belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;That is what her letter read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer live in color&lt;br /&gt;My world is black and white&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what she is doing&lt;br /&gt;As I lie awake at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow is better&lt;br /&gt;This is what I pray&lt;br /&gt;But right now my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop crying today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creedits: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemofquotes.com/members/broken-heart-poetry/i_can__039_t_stop_crying_today"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.poemofquotes.com/members/broken-heart-poetry/i_can__039_t_stop_crying_today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2933624051486234956?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2933624051486234956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2933624051486234956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2933624051486234956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2933624051486234956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-stop-crying-today.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Crying Today'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2609862584024824667</id><published>2008-10-19T22:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:06:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION (SUPER BELATED POST! :))</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long awaited update. God knows how busy I am these days. My schedule is so packed that sometimes I don't even have the time to pick up phone calls and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today's post is a super delayed one. Nevertheless I still feel like blogging about it cos I felt really happy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me woking up a little out of schedule. Yes I woke up a little late. Nevertheless I still managed to get all the stuff I needed to get. Hit the doorbell of Pammy's house. She was elated to see me and woah what a surprise I had for her. A birthday cake with two big candles on it and a bouquet of roses. Yeah I know the cake is small but the thought counts. Actually this year everything was pretty rush but I luckily Lady Luck's on my side. HAPPY HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886252078998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLvlaoyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C5lK7GPpPx4/s400/Birthday+image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the morning surprise, we went to Bedok to have a hearty breakfast. Lol as long as you put as two together, you will definitely get lots of food. We ate curry chicken noodles and duck rice. The weather seems a little threatening though and I was worried about my plans in East Coast. Once again Lady Luck was on my side and the skies cleared after we finished breakfast. Took a bus over to East Coast park and cycled till the sun set :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately as we were cycling halfway, Pammy claimed that she lost her bus pass. It was quite a major mayhem. We rushed all the way back only to find her card in the locker. Lol... You are so damn cute. I told you it's in the locker already don't believe lol. Took some pics of the sunset there on the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258888812886629234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtTgzViG3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/cv2av0pV8AI/s320/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258888812523032930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtTgx-2EWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zsp59ljdte0/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showering, we took a cab down to Popeye at Sg Flyer for dinner. Popeye totally owns KFC man.... And that Strawberry jam. Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLnJn_ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/k-QnEVQXN8E/s1600-h/popeye+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886249814949266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLnJn_ZI/AAAAAAAAALs/k-QnEVQXN8E/s400/popeye+final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the meal, of course it was time for a Sg Flyer ride. She was like so surprised when I showed her the tickets. Lol. Of course everything is planned ok! Ah Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886259632626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRMLuV2mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sHke0xTbQY4/s400/niteground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sg flyer ride is damn romantic at night. Being at the top of Singapore was exhilarating. I want to thank those people that put this fantastic idea into this brilliant head of mine. Being at the highest point of Singapore with your special one is definitely one of the best things in life. The silence at the top, just you and your loved one alone, without any interference from anyone else in the world, is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we reached the highest point of the ride, I gave her bdae present to her. It was just what she always wanted. Many thanks to Chris and Jov. You guys made it possible. Lol yeah she loved the bikini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886258987329522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRMJUfZ_I/AAAAAAAAAME/1sIPRQ2almM/s400/nitecamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride was over (I wished it never end, 30 mins seems so fast), we went down to the trail just below the Flyer. All I can say is I always have a good time with her and she always makes things seem special. That's something she can do and other gals can't. Though time was short, I'm glad we made every moment count. Thanks Pammy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pammy again the next day to do some shopping for her chalet. Haha taught her all the ABCs of barbecue and stuff. We had a hard time picking the cake for her bdae celebration in the chalet and we actually bought some cakes to try. I think it was crazy haha! Luckily we didn't have to try all the cakes. In the end I decided we should buy the Choc Banana cake and it turned out great! Yeah see great judgement haha! By the time we finished all the shopping it was already 10. We then went to some chinese restaurant to eat. I thought they served great Siew Mai but I was wrong haha. Their pork rib oso suck. The only thing that was nice was the Eel Porridge. Haha but nevertheless, I'm still glad that we had a simple dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLxW-XOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CtbhnS7MUMs/s1600-h/chres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886252555295970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLxW-XOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CtbhnS7MUMs/s400/chres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, I wanna thank Chris and Jov. You guys are the best lol. Thanks for sweating your asses out and walking with me to and fro to find the ideal bdae present. And thanks for all your comments and suggestions, and for saving my pocket as well. Haha I treat you all meal as promised already arh so next time must help me more lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886946114793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtR0JEcbqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fBhR33JhQYA/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My two helpers haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course thank you Pammy, without you, nothing is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258886948771003346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtR0S9u-9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/bcBbfkLjN9I/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have so much more to say and blog about. Have not blogged about my TEP mates (great people :)). Gonna post about them on my next post. As for now, I'll just sign off with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Pammy:&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come true :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2609862584024824667?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2609862584024824667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2609862584024824667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2609862584024824667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2609862584024824667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-celebration-super-belated-post.html' title='BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION (SUPER BELATED POST! :))'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SPtRLvlaoyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C5lK7GPpPx4/s72-c/Birthday+image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8740804097722047469</id><published>2008-09-25T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:48:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE QUIZ</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Shufei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm her mature friend and well... She's the child---- one? Did I just use the forbidden word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur, Forgetful, Shy, Playful, Net-savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable... Does making me miss the bus for 2 times count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbletea anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Dude she'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if she's my lover I would like her for who she is, (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy, you will?continue with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. It's my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would that ever happen? Well perhaps if she makes me miss my bus again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nothing really at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy but LOUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident and outright smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident and smart :) Sexy of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary, the characteristics you hate most about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tardiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo I love you guys too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 5 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you pass to people that have blogs only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jiaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jovian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shiyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Yee Pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is no.2 studying about? (Jovian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supply Chain Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3? (Christy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Does no.1 have any siblings? (Jiaping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she has an irritating brother. Hamsters don't count right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Will you woo no.3? (Christy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nice question. No. We are good friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is no.4 single? (Shiyun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's her definition of singlehood again. I think yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the surname of no.5? (Yee Pei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foong. Or was it PEI FOONG? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quiz which asks almost the same things,soooooooooo, i'll just answer the ones that haven't been asked. (as quoted from people who passed the quiz to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You want to tell for he/she now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your overall impression of him/her is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pass this quiz on to 10 people to see how they feel about you. (I'm not gonna really pass on to them but the quiz goes on anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shu Fei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jiaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yee Pei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Shiyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Li Zhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Jovian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Bryce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Christy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is no. 6 having a relationship with right now? (Kitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's having a complicated relationship with me and she's loving it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (Jovian &amp; Christy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is no. 2 studying about? (Jiaping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3? (Yee Pei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month and a half ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of music band does no.8 like? (Crystal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely jap anime OSTs. Yaori no OSTs right lol? So it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Does no. 1 have any siblings? (Shu Fei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp I think its a sister and brother. Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Will you woo no. 3? (Yee Pei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope she's got her hands full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How about no.7? (Jovian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm straight dude. He's my bro ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no. 4 single? (Shiyun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol well it depends. Refer to above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Surname of no. 5? (Li Zhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hobby of no.10?(Christy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha does dating count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do 5 and 9 get along well? (Li Zhu and Bryce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were classmates but I think they hardly talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where is no.2 studying? (Jiaping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Poly, same class yeah awesome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Talk about no. 1 (Shu Fei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Well what can I say. Better say nice things now. She's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8? (Crystal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be kidding me... She loves Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where does no. 9 live? (Bryce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near Novena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What colour does no. 4 like? (Shiyun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are 5 and 1 best friends? (Shu Fei and Lizhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does no.1 have any pets? (Shu Fei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a pet is considered as a separate entity from the individual herself, then no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Is no 7 the sexiest person in the world? (Jovian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Kitten should be the sexiest. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is no 10 doing right now?(tf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha going out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz finally complete! I took one week to do it! Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8740804097722047469?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8740804097722047469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8740804097722047469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8740804097722047469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8740804097722047469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz.html' title='THE QUIZ'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1157490218259042053</id><published>2008-09-24T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:33:27.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Quando Quando</title><content type='html'>I think many get the terms of romance, attraction and love very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most cases, attraction takes place first, followed by love or romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people around me are all skipping phases and failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok don't call be a bastard for not helping. I know I know, everytime you guys ask me, I don't answer. Since I'm in a good mood today cos I'm meeting Kitten tommorow, I'll give you an answer to your so called ultimate question. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: "What attracts a woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: Listen to Sara Bareilles's "Love Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it doesn't make sense to skip phases. If you display expressions of affection before attraction, you scare the hell out of a woman. Most guys don't realise that. Can you imagine that? Put yourself in the shoes of the woman. This guy whom you don't even know well says he likes you and start going all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha funny when you look it that way eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel evil now so I will analyze another one which I heard ever so long ago. "I will buy you chocolate and flowers. Will you go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is an example my friend got from some random guy. Can't even remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the real thing he is actually telling my friend is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm not attractive or worthy enough to get your attention or go out with you. So I must buy you things to get your attention, in the hope of covering up the fact of how inconfident I am of myself, to go out with you my Goddess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at this point alot of my friends would start to bring out past examples from their relationships that this actually worked. But they missed out a very very important point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only worked because both the woman and the man were already attracted to one another. Any signs of affection or specialty would be given the green light as long as they are not too overly extravagant about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do special things for another person who is not attracted to you, and you are doing it because you like that person is, in my opinion, is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you offering your best self for a motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best way is to be yourself. If you offer your best self, make it sincere and not because you want something out of it. If you do, most likely your gift will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh! Hope this helps whomever who needs this. However, I ain't gonna do any further explanations. Still the same answer. Listen to "Love Song". Complain some more and I will not even speak about this issue anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything is stated in that very song itself. I swear ;) For a moment you guys thought it would be easy eh? Gimme a break. Trade secrets *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for personal life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I wanna declare a public apology to my ELO BROTHER - Mr. Jovian Chan because I missed 6 of his calls last saturday. We were suppose to go for lunch but I overslept because of Dungeon Sieging through the night. Sorry bro. Treat you lunch the next time round. ELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope we don't get B-men job for TEP lol. It would be retribution if we are both in Inventory Management LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is now an obsession. I work almost everyday. It's tiring but I've fun people working with me so it eases the load. However, I'm ain't gonna be a damn CCC ever again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to get that damn Iphone. I just can't resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is gonna start soon. TEP in school would be like going home. School is like my second home, where all my old time buddies are and where the grass is really greener. Gotta work harder for next sem so that I secure my spot in SMU. Heh heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Shufei just termed me as a mature friend. I think my buddies in school are so gonna laugh at that. Lol. Heh you got any probs you should just tell me. I mean like why keep it from me? Yes granted, you don't tell me I also know but at least must tell me right? Don't tell how to help you? Whatever la you lol next time better say. And take care, don't take things you don't want. Learn how to reject people and say no. Nothing to feel bad about. Got anything, me, Marcus and Midas will always support you ;) Sounds damn good right? Don't worry. Our support comes with the price of BUBBLETEAS!!! Better buy for us the next time round! PROTECTION FEE! MWAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Kitten tomorrow. She has not replied my msg. Probably fallen asleep already. Have not thought of a program for tommorow's outing yet. Hope Disaster Movie came out already. I seriously need a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1157490218259042053?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1157490218259042053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1157490218259042053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1157490218259042053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1157490218259042053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-quando-quando.html' title='Quando Quando Quando'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3584912887513021678</id><published>2008-09-18T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:47:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank Sinatra</title><content type='html'>You know what's simply the best thing on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It must be in a dimly lighted room, with candles burning slow and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cuddling with your lover in bed, looking in her eyes, stroking her hair, gently putting your lips on hers, with Frank Sinatra playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or of course you could opt to lie in bed alone, still with Frank Sinatra in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome. Frank Sinatra's voice is just Woah! Total relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gonna listen to Fly Me To The Moon now by the very man himself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3584912887513021678?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3584912887513021678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3584912887513021678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3584912887513021678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3584912887513021678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/frank-sinatra.html' title='Frank Sinatra'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7560370093840338100</id><published>2008-09-14T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:17:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Day</title><content type='html'>I got pwned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious. I just knew I got punked by my colleagues. I got a warning message a few days ago from Starhub and here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a warning for you to do your job properly. Your performances are bring tracked all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Starhub Team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work that day and I thought I got in major trouble big time. I was also a little pissed because I treat my job seriously and geez it was only the third day of me being a CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this message was crafted out by Marcus and gang. Wth. Hey you guys totally got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that the mastermind behind this operation is Shufei herself. Ok lol you guys got me! Seriously, I got pwned. Damn haha. But it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, I got pwned too. If there was a Coolest Mum award, it would defintely go to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum is not any regular housewife. She's my friend and yeah she behaves in alot of ways like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my wicked tongue from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thing is there was this fat asshole with his brother walking on the street. He sees my mum with my bro and he comes up to her and asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey auntie. How come your son so black?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fucking racist. Well bad luck for him, cos he met my Mum. Anyway my bro looks more chinese than me. I have no idea why he asked that. Crazy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just gave him a smile and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come your brother so thin and you so fat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess being a cool mum is cool afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7560370093840338100?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7560370093840338100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7560370093840338100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7560370093840338100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7560370093840338100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/pwnage-day.html' title='Pwnage Day'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8521820377881355753</id><published>2008-09-13T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:20:04.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Policies</title><content type='html'>Today's work was crap, as usual. I'm used to the job cos it's easy but getting paid to take so little calls a day is a little demeaning. I'm a man who only want to get what I due deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think the company's customer policy sux big time. They better pray I don't work for their comepetitors next time. The way I see it, even though they are in a monopoly now, it is gonna collapse sooner or later. They are leaving their most important customer touch point open. The customer service center is not correlated closely to the other departments and escalations take forever to get back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, performance get measured in number of calls per minute and not the quality of the calls. Cummon! Which dumbass does that? The porno chatline only probably. Customers call in to get their problems solved. If we take that much calls a day, probably the quality of the calls are not there. When I find myself adhering to the call standards, I don't see the quality of my calls there. It's funny really. Having a customer call centre just for the customer to rant but not solve their problems effectively and efficiently. And their performance appraisal is a little screwed. I've seen other company's appraisals and they are so much better than my company's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heck. I've said my piece to my superiors and if they don't listen then it's their problem. Haha ok alot of people is gonna bullshit me for this one. I'm a genius at this kinda stuff. The way they do business, it's gonna offend alot of customers. They are focusing on erecting high switching barriers for customers and not focused on retenting customers. That's why monopoly is dangerous. In my opinion, the Singapore Government should strike off their exclusitivity and get the other companies to compete with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw of course a genius like me have already come out with solutions to their problems. However with only $9 per hour pay, I don't feel obliged to feedback. Even if I do, they will not listen. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like blogging about what happened this wednesday. But I'm too tired. Gonna sleep now. Tommorrow then blog bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow exam results out. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Pammy, for all the fun ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8521820377881355753?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8521820377881355753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8521820377881355753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8521820377881355753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8521820377881355753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/crappy-policies.html' title='Crappy Policies'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4663142852356989854</id><published>2008-09-09T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:49:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6am to 12am</title><content type='html'>Today is kinda cool and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool cos I got to see alot of the peeps at work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad cos I got f**king screwed by all the bizarre questions posted by those wackos on the phone. Actually they are still managable. And my cute colleague Miss Chen Shufei made me missed my date. All cos of a mistaken envelope -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it may be a good thing after all. I don't know what's going on already. Oops. Haha but hey, I still miss spending time with you. Perhaps we will go out tomorrow or something if I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway met this cool guy called Gabriel on work. All guys who have the name Gabriel are cool :) Lol. Anyway yeah we kinda have alot of common interests so it was like what the chinese called "一见如故". We gotta go basketball together someday bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I've checked. "天崖之别" is indeed in the Chinese dictionary. Looks like my Chinese is better than a certain someone after all :P Got new car rich arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool now I'm in a scandal with "Cherish Miie". Well the part about me liking ferocious and naughty girls are true but anything other than that are "probably" not factual(lol, i like the word probably). They probably take form due to the extra imaginative minds my colleagues have after rotting in office listening to too much retarded phone calls lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I crafted something out with pen. Hardly have any inspiration these days. My mind is like a dry prune now and there is nothing I wanna fantasize more than sleeping on that soft bed of mine. Naturally, I can't draw any shit that way. But at least I found hope of getting a cheap but legit version of Photoshop from a colleague now. Woo hoo! When the pay check comes, so does Walcom drawing pad and PShop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss hanging out with Kiat, Zx and Parti. My brother and dogs, we need to hit the hood some time again man. And damn Partz I gotta check out your army hairdo man! A few more months and I will miss the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out yesterday with Jov and Jiaping and yeah it was dope shit. We had lots of fun. Thanks for satisfying my craving for duck rice. You guys are true buddies. Christy Lim you missed out on all the fun. Go out with guys don't care about us already huh! BOO HOO HOO! Lol ok ok just kidding, next time we will give you early notice. No PS-ing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know of the plans this sunday. I'm only free after 2 or 5:30pm. C ya guys then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4663142852356989854?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4663142852356989854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4663142852356989854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4663142852356989854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4663142852356989854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/6am-to-12am.html' title='6am to 12am'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4694541624422042124</id><published>2008-09-07T00:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:49:09.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded People</title><content type='html'>I'm not really liable to discuss about my customers here. So one word. Some customers are really RETARDED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4694541624422042124?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4694541624422042124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4694541624422042124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4694541624422042124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4694541624422042124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-really-liable-to-discuss-about.html' title='Retarded People'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4327890522854602109</id><published>2008-09-05T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:08:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK WORK!</title><content type='html'>Woah it's been a long time I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the peeps in school. Haven seen them in a while. Jovy and Christy are gonna go for their kiddy ride jobs these weekend. Sorry I can't be there to be your first customers. Take good care of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was awesome cos I made lots of new friends in work. "Awesome" seems to be a permanent word in my vocab now. All cos of you Pammy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a Customer Care Consultant. Alright! This is so the job man! High pay (yeah I'm pretty much a mercenary), joyful and fun peeps and cool equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hotline name is "Sexy Boy" by the way. Nah jus kidding. Lol we have people whose names are Sunflower seeds, Gypsies, and Normal. Like wth, but of course they are nicks as well.&lt;br /&gt;These people are really an awesome bunch. Some how I wish we had more time for training (with $9 pay) to get to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5eHdM2lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a1zwun19H9E/s1600-h/DSC03217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5eHdM2lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a1zwun19H9E/s320/DSC03217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242534630796352082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys from my workplace[from the back]: Alwin (the soccer dude with the car, thanks bro for the drive), Gary my team member, Sir Vignesh, Wei Hong the Animator (damn this guy jam. Cool stuff), Ismail (he's got a green bike and is a very friendly guy), Marcus (geez this dude can pull off a joke with a straight face, now that's good), Me of course (the cool dude. Duh?), and Alex (the English jacket man)&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/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5eUugO_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/x2W2PcKSrYw/s1600-h/DSC03218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5eUugO_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/x2W2PcKSrYw/s320/DSC03218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242534634358586354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5en1w7FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C8LLReTe-UU/s1600-h/DSC03219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5en1w7FI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C8LLReTe-UU/s320/DSC03219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242534639489313874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey we men are very filial to our Ah Ma (mother). Lol Anne's our trainer and we are her children :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5fA0N-SI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ObZtYYhM0eE/s1600-h/DSC03220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5fA0N-SI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ObZtYYhM0eE/s320/DSC03220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242534646193715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The All-girls team. Lol they are a noisy and fun bunch. Don't really know some of them well but yeah will get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME51clFDiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/u2IOa5_E3Vs/s1600-h/DSC03222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME51clFDiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/u2IOa5_E3Vs/s320/DSC03222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242535031603531298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME51kpfr9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/TWsGiG_PzkY/s1600-h/DSC03223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME51kpfr9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/TWsGiG_PzkY/s320/DSC03223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242535033769537490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME513ydFgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ndkxYikrKhk/s1600-h/DSC03224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME513ydFgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ndkxYikrKhk/s320/DSC03224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242535038907389442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5feKUKlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h-yXbn0gGQs/s1600-h/DSC03221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5feKUKlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h-yXbn0gGQs/s320/DSC03221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242534654071024210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Boys and Girls ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Awesome people eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, customers we have here can be really awful and cute. I have aunties crying for their dramas and screaming for them. I guess TV really makes the world go round though I personally don't believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have OT tomorrow. Gonna wake up early for my run tomorrow and meet Shu Fei and Gary early. But for now, back to Dungeon Sieging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4327890522854602109?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4327890522854602109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4327890522854602109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4327890522854602109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4327890522854602109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-work.html' title='WORK WORK!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SME5eHdM2lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a1zwun19H9E/s72-c/DSC03217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2051630805090651164</id><published>2008-08-23T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:10:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>The word of the day : "Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah damn rain spoiled all my plans. If this goes on I'm gonna have to invite the Christmas Carol crew outside my door singing "Rain rain go away, come again another day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, Chris is going to suntan with her "Nonsense" crew today. I doubt any suntanning will ever happen. The only kind of tan anyone can get today is a drenched one. But I hope she does have fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have my run now at that haunted place. Hey it gives more adrennaline! Good for adventure on a boring and wet day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2051630805090651164?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2051630805090651164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2051630805090651164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2051630805090651164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2051630805090651164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7204527356769312262</id><published>2008-08-22T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:39:17.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>It's summer holidays! Woo hoo! Wait it's summer all year round but that's the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for all the REAL programmes to start kicking in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the busybody Singaporean who can't take an f word on tv: Yo give the lady a break? Jade Seah is new and she didn't mean it. It's not as if you never used the word before. Even if you really don't, people make mistakes so just let it rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you were doing cos I think u were the only one in Singapore who noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;It's either you watching the Olympics highlights in Dolby Surround, or there is something really wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on? Who watches the highlights and then notice such stuff? Instead of watching the intense epic battles between the athletes, you get all bitchy over a word. How shallow can you people be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injustice settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna clear up my stuff now and perhaps plan my workout for tml. Laters ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7204527356769312262?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7204527356769312262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7204527356769312262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7204527356769312262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7204527356769312262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-summer-time.html' title='It&apos;s Summer Time!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7465521959399028673</id><published>2008-08-18T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:08:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GETAI!!!</title><content type='html'>Current music playing: 7th month Getai&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to copy this LJ template because I’m experiencing seriously LOL situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the Olympics distraction could end, another one came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, I have a Hungry Ghost festival “Getai” near my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally can hear them roaring away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave me the WHAT face when she heard me singing along to some of the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess the WHAT is coming from you now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing some of the songs like “如果我有一百万” &amp;amp; “榕树下”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was like laughing out loud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. Guess I’m a classical person too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most LMAO one was this song that just played. Me and my mum thought it was an Indian song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I realized what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was “We are Singapore” in Hokkien version. WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when Getai was patriotic too? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a lot from mum about how they organize getai and the various auctions they hold. Seems that my grandpaps was a fan of it because he always got the tickets. Wow the good old kampong days. Though I’ve never seen him before, I imagine he must have been such a lively man haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got news that Nastia Liukin tied with China's He for Gold medal for the Olympics but then because of some tie breaking system she became silver. Geez wth. She totally deserved a Gold. Poor Liukin :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to marketing now and “如果我有一百万" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7465521959399028673?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7465521959399028673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7465521959399028673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7465521959399028673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7465521959399028673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/getai.html' title='GETAI!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1274540194090506223</id><published>2008-08-18T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:47:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>3 more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy easy easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Phelps you're the man. Sg ping pong gals ain't that bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 22 Aug alot of things are gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've planned such a long  list that even Santa will freak out if he looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned a retreat for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's right, a retreat. During this retreat I'll train myself physically, mentally and spiritually. After this holidays, I'll turn out a new man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for it already. Can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah Bryce, Nastia Liukin is hotter than that Heroes Cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1274540194090506223?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1274540194090506223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1274540194090506223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1274540194090506223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1274540194090506223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8838096267999868596</id><published>2008-08-11T01:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:18:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics</title><content type='html'>Got distracted in the morning by the Olympics matches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this ain’t really a good time to host a sacred event like this cos I’m gonna have my exams soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s gymnastics event totally pwned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope it wasn’t because all the gymnast girls are hot, though I must admit Team USA and Siberia (not sure) were hot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What mesmerized me was something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team USA had a really bad start because 3 out of 4 of four of them missed that the uneven bars while they are doing their uneven bars routine and the cause was their team being plagued by injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really sad as they were hoping to nail the gold this year. They were the hot favourites and now this had to happen. One of them nearly cried. Everyone was sure then that they wouldn’t make it for preliminaries round 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something incredible happened. Despite all the negative commentary and how insurmountable the odds were (their opponents: Japan, Britain and China purely owned the uneven bars), they didn’t give up. Instead they cheered each other on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They displayed “The spirit of not giving up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to give their all for the last event which is the balance beam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nastia Liukin's performance was extraordinary considering she may still be suffering from the after effects of injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chellsie Memmel’s performance on the beam was mesmerizing. It was as if she was a little pixie dancing on the beam, with such grace. Her moves were gentle and subtle, smooth and light, like those of a fairy. That was when Team USA got up and they knew that this was their chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chellsie Memmel's fairy performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949707672325170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJ8sCKVLDDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dPH9PBD9K4g/s320/chellsie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shawn Johnson boosted their team’s performance by giving a performance full of power, with every move powerful but with grace. The elegance of a serious woman. She executed the beam performance perfectly and finished it with the legendary double back flip and landed perfectly. 16 year old current world champion totally pwned the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I mean seriously WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally beautiful and perfect. For this two words to come out simultaneously of my mouth. Damn that's excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the end, they made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Team USA athletes celebrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nbcolympics.com/mm/photo/sports/general/19/02/82/190282_m03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These young athletes just never fail to amaze me. They make what seems humanly impossible possible. And most importantly, their focus and determination on the goal is absolutely admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention all of Team USA’s and the other competitors are all around our age. Shawn Johnson, the current world champion is 16 years old. Beat that! Besides having hectic training schedules, they still do well in their studies and take time out for community work, family, pets and yes, they do have a Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evidence: Team USA's gymnasts' profile: Geez man and all the time we say we don't have time for things we wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232947645940416786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJ8qKJx-wRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vZNJgwg1iOo/s320/Gymnasts.bmp" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me think about what I can really do. Not that I’m gonna be a gymnast but I can really do much more if I push myself out of my comfort zone. If they can do it, so can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all hopes will be on Tao Li tomorrow. I hope she nails the first gold medal for Team Singapore. Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were totally glued to the screen for the legendary showdown between USA and China for basketball. Team USA ,with all those tomahawk and 360 dunks, had an advantage over China. Though being that, I must say Yao Ming put up a really good performance. USA is still the Dream Team I guess. What do you expect when you put King James, Carmelo Anthony, Kobe(my favourite player!) and Dwyane Wade in a single team huh? Yao Ming made a big entrance with a 1st 3 pointer shot but hey! We got Kobe man. I think he’s the only one who can shoot a 3 pointer while closing his eyes. Hey not kidding! Dude, It’s Kobe Bryant. I think he really nailed a basket while closing his eyes before &gt;.&lt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dwyane Wade nailing a high flying dunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232951346880208322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJ8thk2yXcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7M8OwrLm1Pg/s320/usa_basketball_wade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Phelps, 7 more gold medals to go. I’ll be watching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.beijing-2008.org/20070503/Img214046355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez so much exciting competitions to watch. Unfortunately I don’t have the time and nor do I want to take Mark Richmond’s and Jade Seah’s (ooh lala) jobs of being the Olympics highlights hosts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m such a sports fanatic ;) This is so gonna cause me my grades if I continue like this -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sleep now and catch Tao Li’s competition tomorrow. After which I will meet Jovian for revision tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*All pictures taken from NBC's Beijing Olympics &amp;amp; The Official Beijing Olympics 2008 websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8838096267999868596?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8838096267999868596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8838096267999868596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8838096267999868596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8838096267999868596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='The Olympics'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJ8sCKVLDDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dPH9PBD9K4g/s72-c/chellsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1626873610431399430</id><published>2008-08-08T09:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:58:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>つながり</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJum5N1mboI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xAWCEffH_2k/s1600-h/holding%2520hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231958894018195074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJum5N1mboI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xAWCEffH_2k/s320/holding%2520hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's difficult to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean BGR. I mean relationships like family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday the twins quarreled. And seriously both are important people to me. I hate to do the taking sides thing. So I'm not gonna take sides. All I'm gonna say is it's a misunderstanding, both of you have your reasons, I empathised with both of you, so just talk to each other about it, understand, and then apologise sincerely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean seriously, it all originated from something that was not even of substantial importance at first, it then grew and then boom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at it from the other person's shoes then try to understand. And to one of the twins: The other twin will not know what the hell you're thinking about unless you tell her. Cheer up both of you k? Kiss and make peace or something soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for family, for the record, my sister isn't staying with me. She's staying with some friend cos she has "issues" with my parents. But bloody hell can't she pick up my phone calls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum of course is still the best in the world :) No doubt about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships are really hard to maintain. Even for BGR (don't worry I'm still single). People often forget to express and forget to listen. It's a normal thing. It just comes with being closer. After so much time together, people often expect others to know them and themselves to know alot about the other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is often not the case. Very often you see a girl being angry at her bf when he forgets she doesn't take coffee or chocolates. It makes sense that she's angry if she told the guy before. But sometimes she also gets angry when he doesn't know that she doesn't like to wear white tees when she has not even told him before. And the reason would be: "Hey we've been together for so long. You should know :("&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true that people who spend alot of time together get a little telepathic. Me, my ex could do that to each other. But don't take it for granted. A bond with another person requires you to go out of your way to understand a person. If we were that simple to understand, then I must say you are as simple as a rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even a rock contains metamorphic, igneous material, have different gradients and minerals, different colours and structure, different compression pressure and different extremophiles habitating it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, GOOD, cos this shows a rock ain't that simple too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding a person requires more than a lifetime. Don't expect others to understand you after being together for a few years. Every person is a unique and complex individual. And that's what friendship takes. Spending time to know each other and having fun with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty in a bond lies in not understanding each other completely, it lies in always taking time and constantly understanding an individual. It takes a lifetime. That's what friends are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done with the explanation. Phew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Jap word for the day: つながり (Tsunagari) [I know damn random but just feel like doing this.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning: Bonds, Relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember: Bonds require effort to maintain. Don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my friends: I smile and laugh everyday in school, cos you guys are with me ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1626873610431399430?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1626873610431399430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1626873610431399430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1626873610431399430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1626873610431399430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='つながり'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJum5N1mboI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xAWCEffH_2k/s72-c/holding%2520hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-263175173844941843</id><published>2008-08-06T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:00:07.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For You</title><content type='html'>New skin, new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl like you is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Dom get back to the books! NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-263175173844941843?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/263175173844941843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=263175173844941843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/263175173844941843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/263175173844941843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall For You'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-914319986157031011</id><published>2008-08-06T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tired Hero never stops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJiCXIGOsAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TJNf7rSTw2M/s1600-h/troy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJiCXIGOsAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TJNf7rSTw2M/s320/troy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231074301013045250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Some Heroes are born, some are made.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Every hero will be tested and called to greatness in time to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just 8 days more, a test that I must endure. It’s tough but no pressure. Can’t wait till the battle is here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Till then let’s fight like everyday is the last day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tomorrow I gotta print my notes out from my laptop. All these long hours of staring at the screen has made my eyes really pain and red. Can't let it bring me down now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a good day. Jap test was easy but got owned for the listening compre because I didn't know we could only click it two times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;EFMA was great. 31.5 out of 35 ain't that bad. It's good to know that Ive already passed the EFMA exam overall but of course I'm not settling for that.&lt;/p&gt;Better get back to Business Law now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-914319986157031011?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/914319986157031011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=914319986157031011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/914319986157031011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/914319986157031011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-hero-never-stops.html' title='A tired Hero never stops'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJiCXIGOsAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TJNf7rSTw2M/s72-c/troy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6804171583517765198</id><published>2008-08-02T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever :)</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late update eh. Ain’t really have much time these days. But I’m here now so applause for the effort please ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRM skit on Thursday was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I didn’t expect my class to be so ON! Lol. Hokkien auntie VS Catherine VS Hard Gay VS Rosemary VS Slacker Boss. Who will win the Royal Rumble lol? Almost died laughing :) Great job guys! And hell yeah we got the whole Hard Gay skit on video. Pray that I don’t upload it on Youtube Jiafeng MWAHAHA! Just kidding lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing jap homework after school was a pain. Thank you so much Jiaping for helping me with it. I don’t think I can ever complete nor comprehend it without you. Thanks buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol made Christy and Jovian wait for four hours (record breaking yeah I know). So sorry, jap homework was really tough. Went to Carl’s Junior to have dinner! Hey it’s my first time at Carl’s Junior and the burgers were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun there and for some reason me and Jovian were crazy. I must say Thursday is an all out onslaught of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jovian the poor boy, he laugh until cry. I’m not joking lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229851383948554146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJQqH_BWr6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/IwL-TRan5-8/s320/Jovlaughin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddies and me at Carl’s Junior :) I think the pictures are pretty self explanatory. Burgers and friends make people HAPPY ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229850506469763250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJQpU6KG6LI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gJx-aZ7gb-Q/s400/Carls+Junior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound girly but whatever: Friends Forever :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6804171583517765198?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6804171583517765198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6804171583517765198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6804171583517765198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6804171583517765198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever :)'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJQqH_BWr6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/IwL-TRan5-8/s72-c/Jovlaughin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8789623607637714164</id><published>2008-07-31T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:16.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Left!</title><content type='html'>Finally ICT is completed and only one project is left. A million thanks to my ICT groupmates, our project is a job well done. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRM is not really a rush and Pam's mum was really kind. She gave me a whole load of info even when she's so busy with work. She even called me up because I had more questions to ask. You're so sweet aunty thanks a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRM skit is so gonna be a blast tommorow. My group put in alot of effort into it so we're banging big hopes on it. Let's show them Singapore's Got Talent too tommorow guys! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Jiafeng, you still owe me a Starbucks Venti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went home early today but didn't have the mood for anything. Finally picked up that darn pencil of mine and started drawing. In the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJC0GEqd24I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MbYjdXAJQcc/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228877183801219970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJC0GEqd24I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MbYjdXAJQcc/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drew myself. It's just with one tone, didn't add shading and textures to it because I want this one to be electronic. So I think it can only be completed after the exams when I get my drawing pad. I'm so gonna get hooked on digital painting once I get it. As they say, if you can't love yourself then how can you expect others to love you? Well then if you can't draw yourself then how are you gonna improve? Lol weird theory but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this ain't gonna be a self portrait. Will post the finished digitally painted copy here when I finish it. It's gonna be a surprise ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sleep now and continue with HRM tommorow. Carl's Junior for the win after the skit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8789623607637714164?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8789623607637714164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8789623607637714164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8789623607637714164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8789623607637714164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-left.html' title='One More Left!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SJC0GEqd24I/AAAAAAAAAI0/MbYjdXAJQcc/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7636676210846909154</id><published>2008-07-28T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:18:15.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Loaves &amp; Two Fishes</title><content type='html'>And before I go: I offer up my praise to you Lord, your works of arts are just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank you God because you've always been there for me. Thanks Father. Please help me to make the right decisions and guide me along the path of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful song by Corrinne May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Loaves &amp;amp; Two Fishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little boy of thirteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was on his way to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He heard a crowd of people laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he went to take a look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thousands were listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the stories of one man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He spoke with such wisdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even the kids could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hours passed so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day turned to night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone was hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there was no food in sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy looked in his lunchbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the little that he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wasn't sure what good it'd do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were thousands to be fed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he saw the twinkling eyes of Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the kindness in His smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the boy cried out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the trust of a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said:"Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can use it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feed them all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often think about that boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I'm feeling small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I worry that the work I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;means nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But every single tear I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a diamond in His hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and every door that slams in my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will offer up in prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'll give you every breath that I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Lord, you can work miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that you need is my "Amen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can use it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope it's not too small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do with it as you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can use it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no gift is too small :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7636676210846909154?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7636676210846909154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7636676210846909154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7636676210846909154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7636676210846909154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-loaves-two-fishes.html' title='Five Loaves &amp; Two Fishes'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1314588439858607438</id><published>2008-07-28T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:05:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>Changed my blog main picture to this amazing pic taken and edited by Devianartist "=PORG". Great job my fellow artist! Changed the pic because I got inspired by the evening clouds at my place today. They were so beautiful. Hundreds of birds flying freely among the red and pink clouds which the faltering but undying sunlight danced upon. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I had a camera then. My phone's camera was too lousy. I think Photography is something I can take up during the holidays. But I've got the image in my mind already so I will paint it out when I have time. Got a hell of a long list of stuff to do including taking up Muay Thai, Art classes and a new hobby. So many things so little time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bs Finance test was way easy than expected. But it seems I got tricked by the 2nd question. There goes my hope of nailing the bull's eye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 1 friggin hour idling in school. Come to think of it, it was totally not worth it. Gotta do final editing of ICT now PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to both of my homies Kiat and Zx, after my exams let's go hit downtown! Been a month since I saw you guys. Kinda missed the times we had my bros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's time to renovate my blog. After exams I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1314588439858607438?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1314588439858607438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1314588439858607438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1314588439858607438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1314588439858607438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1476764486353856689</id><published>2008-07-27T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:42:35.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Been dreaming of the same two girls for the past consecutive 5 days. (To some of my friends who are horny: Nope it’s not the kind of dreams that you think they are) Finally had enough sleep last night without any dreams. Geez my head feels like someone put a spear through it or something…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what God is trying to tell me through these dreams. Normally my dreams either have meaning or its just pure random. But I know these dreams has an implication to it because for 5 consecutive days?! Damn that’s lots of sleep lost! My poor brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw my pure random dreams can be lots of fun. Once I realize it’s a dream, I can actually control it to a certain extent. There was once where I dreamt of this ghost haunting me and it tumbled a whole bus onto my lower body. For some reason, it climbed onto the bus and started laughing at me. I was really pissed and I grab a brick out of no where and threw it at her. Headshot. She died instantly. Cool but lame dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LOUSIEST dreams I ever had were dreaming of a whole day in school and at work. Then I will wake up and it’s time for school or work again. I’ll be like: “Oh man! Not again :( How lame can life be? -.- ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current dreams always work like this. I would be going out with Star girl and I’ll be really happy. Then my ex girlfriend will show up and I’ll be unhappy. What a lame dream seriously? Luckily the situation, colours and environment all varied in the 5 different dreams, though they had a same script or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I tried to call my ex for HRM project (I’m interviewing her mum. Why did I even decide to do so?) and she sounded really hostile cos she claims she’s working. I know working is important but how can you sound so hostile to someone who is or was the most important person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kinda upset after the phone call but only for 5 mins. After the 2nd minute I decided to analyze why I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Am I upset because I love her?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm yeah to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You still love her?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm with every single passing day it’s becoming a more friendship thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Oh so lesser special feelings. Then why the hell are you upset?&lt;br /&gt;A: I just can’t believe that she would treat me this way after like 3 years of stuff between us. She was the one that said we could be friends but now she’s being hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You know what Dom? It’s no point being angry or upset. From now on, everything she does is her own decisions and don’t let them affect you. You’ve got a family and a great bunch of friends. So keep your promise to yourself and SMILE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: YES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Q &amp;amp; A approach with yourself while you’re upset or angry works very well for guys. I’m never EMO these days cos of it and partly because I promise myself that I wouldn’t be that way anymore. But WARNING: Guys please don’t use this on your girlfriend unless she asks for solutions. Or else your ass is gonna get owned. (When the Guru says owned, he means OWNED) Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s a guys thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after using the approach to solve my emotional turmoil (abit exaggerated only for 5mins what turmoil lol), I had a good sleep the entire night. I realized that perhaps some part of me just want myself to let go of even more. I feel so much free now :) Look like Jovian and Christy are gonna lose their bet after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I’ve got really hardworking friends. You guys lighted up my fire. I don’t like to lose cos I play to win haha ;) So today must work even harder! 5 chapters today or 1000 pushups!!! Haha purposely make you all stress :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever said “Dom you are going down” to me before over a girl. This is getting so interesting lol. Well I’ll return it to you: “Chua Jiafeng, YOU ARE GOING DOWN FIRST!” Lol haha but seriously, let’s think about that Business Finance test first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itekimas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1476764486353856689?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1476764486353856689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1476764486353856689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1476764486353856689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1476764486353856689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2195605022888788652</id><published>2008-07-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:36:23.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT Project &amp; Ghost stories</title><content type='html'>Went to school today for ICT project and this is the most efficient group I have ever. Within 3 hours our work is done! Woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first group that I’m in an all guys team. After doing two hours of project, we were damn SIAN and for some reason we started to tell ghost stories. Some were really funny! And yes we’re damn interested to meet Koon How’s interesting friend who had an interesting way of dealing with the supernatural :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super efficient work force, sitting around talking cock, talking about girls and our gadgets. It really feels like the secondary school days like how me and my brothers used to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn I didn’t know the place that I always run at is haunted. Better have a change of location….. Thanks KH for the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jun Xian I was very busy just now so could not play DOTA. Perhaps some other time. After exams would be the best lol. And yupp I gotta admit I like the way you do things, super efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly Mr. Chua Jiafeng has the same taste for the same kind of girls as me. No haha brother everything can let but woman cannot. Fair competition arh. No holds barred lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait for jap oral skit. Hope me and my cute partner can pull it off well. I better think of some props soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only studied two chapters today. Gonna start on another one now and then off to bed…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2195605022888788652?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2195605022888788652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2195605022888788652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2195605022888788652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2195605022888788652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/ict-project-ghost-stories.html' title='ICT Project &amp; Ghost stories'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1770235705804950606</id><published>2008-07-24T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;It has been an eventful week for me. Sorry for the long awaited update.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This week has been really different for me because starting of this Monday I’m 20! Yeah I’m no longer a teenager and a new phase of life awaits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Monday was an exciting but stressful day as I had both Marketing presentation and EFMA test on that day. Marketing presentation was a blast but teacher didn’t take the chicken that we bought! Damn I actually ran to and fro for that :( EFMA test was alright not as tough as I thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Though we are all so busy with ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;r projects, my friends didn’t forget my birthday! Chen Li and Jiaping were so sweet. They actually sneaked out of lecture to get me and Shiyun both a piece of cake. Aww really I’m touched… Thanks guys. I loved the cake of course. Blueberry cheesecake yumyum! Got a birthday song at the end of lecture to go along with too haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Haha well I’m glad I have friends who remember this important day. Huiling and Amanda also damn cute. They both spam me with cakes online. Amanda gave me cake emoticons. Huiling drew a bdae cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhmOJ9bFQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MGNOjvz_TTI/s1600-h/Huiling+drawing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhmOJ9bFQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MGNOjvz_TTI/s320/Huiling+drawing.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226539760941208834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huiling's Bdae cake Hey your drawing skills improved! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Haha though they’re virtual, the thought really does count and I’m really happy! Haha and yes the deal is on Huiling. You will get a cake from me on your birthday. But whether it’s virtual or not that’s up to me to decide ;P&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Went home and celebrated my birthday with my family. Mum bought me a chocolate coffee cake (my favourite beverage!) and made me red eggs. She also cooked my favourite fried noodles. Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; man everyone was really so sweet. I swear I’m really touched. It’s been a long time since my family got together for something. Perhaps turning 20 is something good after all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlpVv-ENI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K5GTwxR2DEs/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlpVv-ENI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K5GTwxR2DEs/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226539128450846930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlpez73CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kw-KPEnPCao/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlpez73CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kw-KPEnPCao/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226539130883398690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlUh3ZkaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7Z_OrVQo6A8/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlUh3ZkaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7Z_OrVQo6A8/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226538770925982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlJEqgzAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JhffL9towxQ/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhlJEqgzAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/JhffL9towxQ/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226538574108740610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my favourite food! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The beautiful day ended when next morning came. I was bathing in the toilet and when I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;me out I was about to ask Mum why she woken up so early when I saw her sitting on a stool beside the sink.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She looked really pale and sick and was vomiting. I quickly changed into my clothes and got her some warm water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was really afraid because I’ve never seen her like this before. My mum is one of the strongest woman I’ve ever known. I’ve never seen her this frail before. She couldn’t stand up as she was too dizzy and her hands were already shaking. It was getting really difficult for her to breathe and I had to call an ambulance.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the paramedics came they put on an oxygen mask for her. It was really a long ride to the hospital. All the while all I could do was to pray for my Mum. I told God that I didn’t want any of the things that I wished for on my birthday anymore. I just want my Mum to be safe that’s all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The damn morning traffic was so congested. We weren’t making any progress. I really felt like opening the door of the ambulance and yell at the drivers on the road. The driver could sense my urgency and started to talk with me about his family. But all my replies were one liners. I just want my Mum to be safe. That’s all.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Finally the driver put the siren of the ambulance to wailing mode. That’s the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; last degree of urgency (quite serious) and a lot of drivers started giving way. It was amazing to see how all the drivers on the road actually coordinated and gave way. When we finally reached the hospital, I rushed out only to be stopped by the nurses for a temperature check. They rushed my mum in first and in the end after the check I couldn’t find her. I searched and searched and after 10 mins I finally found her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mum was crying. She was really in pain. I was mortified because I’ve only seen her cry 2 times in my life. One was when my grandma past away. The other was when my sis made her really mad. She was really struggling.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I stood by her, I wondered back to all the times when this woman here took care of me. She never once complained, never once worried about herself. All she knew was that her children must be well taken care of no matter what.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She’s always the earliest one to wake up and the last person to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Every morning I never fail to have breakfast on my table because of her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everyday I never fail to have my shirts ironed by her.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everyday she washes the clothes by hands because she insists it’s the cleanest way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I come back to a clean house because of her.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was never lonely because she was always by me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She fought off all the bullies that ever bullied me when I was young.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She always supported me, no matter what I did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She was the first one that taught me the beauty of art.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She always protected me, no matter what.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And yet now I couldn’t really do anything to help her. All I could do was wipe her tears and tell her everything is gonna be alright.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The hospital staff were really slow. All they did was to keep asking me to calm down and take a sit. I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to force them to help my mum first. Luckily my logical self took control again and I managed to calm down. The last thing I would want now is to have security escort me out of the building and me leaving my mum alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After the blood tests, X ray and some medication and rest, my mum seemed to be better. Dad finally rushed back from work and took over from me. But only one person could accompany the patient so I had to wait outside. After 2 hours of what seemed like an eternity, Mum finally came out. The doctor diagnosed her with anaemia. Low red blood cell count. I guess she’s really exhausted…&lt;o:p&gt; She needs lots of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank God. I really thank God for protecting my mum. She is the most important person to me. Thanks for making sure she’s alright.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After a day of distress, the woman of my house is up and working again. I don’t get it. I want so much to relieve her of all her duties but she don’t want it to be that way. She’s still washing the clothes today till late into the night, cooking for us, motivating me to go for the things I want… Damn what did I do to deserve all these?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess the only thing I can do now is to do the best I can do and work hard. So next time I can make lots of money so that my Mum don’t need to work so hard anymore. It’s a simple dream but hey it’s still a dream!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Meanwhile please take more rest Mummy. Please take real good care of yourself and lemme do some of your work now. I will learn to treasure you more from now on and yes I will keep my promise.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Though I’m 20 now I’m still gonna say this: I love you Mum, more than you ever know. You are really the most important person to me. And Yupp, you’re still the youngest and the most coolest Mum ever :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1770235705804950606?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1770235705804950606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1770235705804950606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1770235705804950606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1770235705804950606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/eventful-20.html' title='Eventful 20'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SIhmOJ9bFQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MGNOjvz_TTI/s72-c/Huiling+drawing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2621421136267751751</id><published>2008-07-17T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years</title><content type='html'>3 Years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I grown stronger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the mirror today and asked myself this question. Next week, I’ll be 20 years old already. Am I behaving like one? Am I doing the things that I’m supposed to do? Did I do all the things I wanted to do by 20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was clear and yet somewhat gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things yet to be done by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I am not any stronger than I was 3 years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely stronger academically. I have a desire now that burns like a wild fire. Unfortunately, it burns with not much action from me yet. I have not started revising at all and my bad habits are getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was even more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall if I don’t acquire the most important human characteristic, I consider myself to have not grown stronger at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223956965793556258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SH85LsQNZyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_S62vz-znw/s320/Discipline.gif" border="0" /&gt;Discipline is that characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I don’t conquer myself and instill it in me, I will always be that little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a little boy anymore. When I fall, I have to pick myself up. I cannot be emo all day and wish that things will be better. When the going gets tough, I will still smile and change the world. I want to reach my dreams now. Right now. I will take any action no matter how small to reach them. Because then, at least I’m closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t protect you the last time. Though I don’t think I will get another chance to do so, I must protect the ones dear to me the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new motto will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be stronger than I was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 3: Discipline, Hajimemasho! Let’s go Setsuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks Chen Li! And you are right! If Adam can do it, so can I :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2621421136267751751?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2621421136267751751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2621421136267751751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2621421136267751751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2621421136267751751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-years.html' title='3 Years'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SH85LsQNZyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_S62vz-znw/s72-c/Discipline.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-959411093351131211</id><published>2008-07-15T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHzDTe-y5VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7QBSBop1Cxk/s1600-h/P1000863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223264407344309586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHzDTe-y5VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7QBSBop1Cxk/s320/P1000863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a pic of me and my all time brother Parthiban. This was taken a few months ago when he was having his graduation in NYP. It's been a week now since he went to BMTC camp. Hey remember you say you wanna go OCS! Must keep your promise! Lol can't wait to see you with your shaven head next week bro lol ;) Feel the wrath of my long and pointy hair! Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Zuxian and Wai Kiat my other two all time brothers: We must meet up more often. Hey let's hit the clubs some time soon. It'll be fun. MOS first! Haha nope I can't drink much cos you guys never see me drunk before. And we must take more pictures. Wanted to put pics of us when I realised we don't have any despite knowing each other for nearly 7 years! Wth! We better take some by this week! And yes I still owe you guys a personal guided tour of NYP. Sorry no hot babes provided by me. Get them yourselves if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wai Kiat: PS, if you meet that girl in blue again, please get her number or I will PERSONALLY wring your neck. I mean it lol. And yes 3 cheers to the girl in blue and the cool girl in class ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my basketball and gym brother Jian Wei: Hey must jiayou for School Council president! Been damn long since we go gym together. Sorry man I'm really busy now. During holidays confirm we go ok? And YES! WE MUST BUY PROTEIN POWDER! WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my all time Basketball rival Lim Yan Zhi: Yo I don't know if you read my blog, but if you see this, I hope we really meet up soon and play ball or something. Kinda sorry we don't keep in contact. Think it's my fault. Sorry bro. Those days where we used to play basketball all day were awesome. And thanks for teaching me so much. You were really like a mentor to me. Thanks man! Hope to catch up with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow Team Asian Americans Brother (wth) Jovian Chan: Bro don't play too much games. It's time for us to work hard now! For Glory! Lol and yes! Bleeding Love for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Emo Brother Bryce: Yo bro good luck with the programme you are going through now. Lol cheers and yes let's all not be emo anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hikari Danna: Crystal you are the first girl I ever admired for art talent. Haha I think Danna(Master: As in master in art. DUH?) is a more appropriate term to address you now. You totally own me in manga drawing. Thanks a million for the software you sent. I love it. One day, my realism drawing will be damn good :) As Deidara says: ART IS A BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lazy half: Wake up. Time to kick ass. 14th Aug to 18th Aug for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Star Girl: Yeah I like you but... I got too many things on hand. I owe myself big time and I'm gonna make up to myself for it this sem. Lol you'll probably never read this or never know that it's you, but whatever. I will just admire you. This is crazy and I don't know much about you, but I think you're God's perfect work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setsuna says: I'm gonna get stronger first! Tomorrow, let's get that electronic drawing pad and craft out some real art. And let's kick those module ass. No more waiting. Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Yeah, Art truly is a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-959411093351131211?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/959411093351131211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=959411093351131211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/959411093351131211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/959411093351131211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/messages.html' title='Messages'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHzDTe-y5VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7QBSBop1Cxk/s72-c/P1000863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4505284602594665658</id><published>2008-07-12T00:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramly &amp; Hancock, a wonderful day</title><content type='html'>Went back to school today for marketing project. After that went out with Jovian, Jiaping, Christy and Yee Pei to Causeway Point. They needed to get some Mickey Mouse stuff (wth) from the Pasar Malam there for their Business Law skit which in the end we didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Pasar Malam means right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Malam = Ramly Burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHeSRWbtK_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rfx6PK0oE9o/s1600-h/ramly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHeSRWbtK_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rfx6PK0oE9o/s320/ramly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221803119736597490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes I had my favourite Ramly Burger! Due to my super good "Mind-Control Ninjutsu" (Lmao yeah right), Jovian had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;(OMG!) Ramly Burger in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I promise no food poisoning. Seriously Ramly Burger is damn underrated. One look at the chef there and you know he has skill. Butter is spreaded on the buns. The patty mixed with special powder and Ramly sauce. The egg cooked to the right texture and taste. Barbecue sauce, chilli sauce and Ramly Special Sauce is added. The egg is wrapped around the patty with the bun added and WALA! Ramly Burger is BORN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion from the HARDCORE Ramly fan and the First-timer is:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the simplest things in life makes it worthwhile, and yes, Ramly Burger makes your life worthwhile. (Wow this makes a good advertisement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I saw Jiaping, Yee Pei and Christy drool when they saw us chomping on the burger. And I know you wanted another bite Christy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later me and Jovian caught Hancock in Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHeQ1CD_cMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JdK5WbIulNM/s1600-h/hancock-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHeQ1CD_cMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JdK5WbIulNM/s320/hancock-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221801533720457410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will Smith. You're probably one of the few men I truely take my hats off to. Hancock was a great show. I give it 8 out of 10 stars. Good story, original, nice action and yeah great jokes. The part where Hancock shoved some guy's head into another's ass, WOAH... Damn gross but funny! You rock Hancock! After that Jov went Bugis and I went back home to finish off my Naruto episodes. Good luck on hitting on the hot girl in the arcade bro lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And To You Know Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so angry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just come and say all those things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how strong am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will achieve my dream. Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% dedication, Dynamic Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not let myself be affected by you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4505284602594665658?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4505284602594665658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4505284602594665658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4505284602594665658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4505284602594665658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/ramly-hancock-wonderful-day.html' title='Ramly &amp; Hancock, a wonderful day'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHeSRWbtK_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rfx6PK0oE9o/s72-c/ramly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-697486744343049592</id><published>2008-07-10T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects, Naruto, Star Girl &amp; Phase 3</title><content type='html'>Finally Bs Finance project is over. We were the first group to hand up the project! Hell yeah! Thank you so much Li Zhu, Crystal, Qy and Shiyun for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Naruto for 3 hours today to destress! Now time to do Marketing project. A little late now though but I'm all fired and pumped up to go! IKUZU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not let's do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ErrHmmmm!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum Rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING MY STAR GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHYgDm5Yr6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XCbkMTlUOn0/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHYgDm5Yr6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XCbkMTlUOn0/s200/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221396064335605666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah she's beautiful. Hmm but don't bother guessing from the drawing. Didn't even use 1% if my skill in it so it doesn't look like her at all. But I'm gonna play Mcfly's Star Girl just for you one day! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez slacked in my plan for so many days. Time to continue with Phase 3 now. One day, I will achieve my dreams :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-697486744343049592?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/697486744343049592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=697486744343049592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/697486744343049592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/697486744343049592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/projects-naruto-star-girl-phase-3.html' title='Projects, Naruto, Star Girl &amp; Phase 3'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SHYgDm5Yr6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XCbkMTlUOn0/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1342085993558802861</id><published>2008-07-08T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:58:12.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sick Children</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: The following do not represent the real characters of my friends. It is just a joke. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collagefinal2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/collagefinal2.jpg" border="0" alt="collagefinal2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Of course this is just a joke. All these people are really really great people. No elaborations will be done further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill me tomorrow if you want to ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1342085993558802861?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1342085993558802861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1342085993558802861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1342085993558802861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1342085993558802861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-children.html' title='The Sick Children'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-871872918506403482</id><published>2008-07-07T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:49:57.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion - The 4 Brothers Unite</title><content type='html'>Finally after months... We meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all grown up and gotten much stronger as compared to the days that we stepped foot in Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kiat, a rising Bboy with a burning passion for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parthiban, going to serve the nation in a few days and is going to enter NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu Xian, serving the nation as Third Sergant and is going to finish his term and enter NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom, current NYP 2nd year student, striving to continue to be the best and to find his passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have changed outside, but deep down inside, the bonds between us are as strong as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the days during our secondary school brings back many fond memories. And Parti your joke about Paul is seriously damn dope. I've never laughed so much in this entire year. All those memories never fail to bring a smile to our faces. Be it memories of happiness or sadness, we are happy that we have gone through it and made it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for meeting up at AMK hub and then Yishun. Lol hey you guys no lessons should go along with me ;) But thanks anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one day, our promises to each other will be fulfilled. We are gonna be brothers forever. (This sounds so girly but I said it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start serving the nation in a year's time. It's time to start training :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we meet up again soon. Remember how we used to own last time when we worked together in no matter what we used to do? Well I'm pretty sure we will work out our lifes and own in whatever we do. Jiayou in BMTC Parthi! I will support you. And yes post in MySpace pictures of your shaven head (Hey just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! Let's meet up again soon :) Brothers FOREVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-871872918506403482?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/871872918506403482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=871872918506403482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/871872918506403482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/871872918506403482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/reunion-4-brothers-unite.html' title='Reunion - The 4 Brothers Unite'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1663242811691969435</id><published>2008-07-06T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:08:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing you do will change what you did</title><content type='html'>What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a real Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that's never gonna happen, ever since what you did six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forgive you for that. If not for God's commandments, I'll probably crush you by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never gave me what I needed when I was a boy. It's too late to make amendments. I'm no longer a boy. What you are trying to give now will never satisfy me. No matter how hard you try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm different. I'm no longer that hot blooded boy who loves everything about the world. I will destroy everything I hate. Every single thing unjust. I will take them down. And there's no need to worry about my studies. I will own every single module there is. And it starts next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have no remorse. No tears. Because you taught me how. I was always looking for your acceptance. But now I know. I love the way I am. I don't need anyone else to say they are proud of me. I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I look at you trying so hard and my heart just goes soft. It gives me a reminiscence of that foolish little boy I was. I don't want any traces of him left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are right at one thing. True power does make a difference. It is through your blood that I've gained this power. But sometimes I just wish that I could exchange all these for another chance. But it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will probably regret what you have done. If you really want to make a difference, try it on others. Just not on me. Cos it will never work. After everything I've been through, my heart is nothing but impervious to your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Take a break. I will do the job. I will change all these. After trying all these years, you know it's not gonna change. You are lucky for now. Cos I will help, but not for you. And yes I can do it alone. You just don't know how strong I've grown. 3 weeks ago was just a test. But I guess you will never know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you how it's done. Mark my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1663242811691969435?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1663242811691969435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1663242811691969435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1663242811691969435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1663242811691969435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-you-do-will-change-what-you-did.html' title='Nothing you do will change what you did'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-379662046054924315</id><published>2008-07-03T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zohan!!! Don't Mess With Me!</title><content type='html'>New blogskin again. I finally could not stand the cute blogskin before anymore. Geez man I'm like so emo these days and that's the way I am. A cute skin don't fit me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the background music are my favourite theme songs from Naruto. If you don't like it too bad. Use your mute button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pam today and we caught "Don't Mess With The Zohan"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SGu6vlZ185I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MX5jCNk0pX4/s1600-h/zohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SGu6vlZ185I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MX5jCNk0pX4/s320/zohan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218469919895974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sandler once again owned my ass up and down on the chair with unstoppable laughter. Zohan totally rocks man. It's a total much watch if you can stand a little sexual humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline goes about a man named Zohan who is the strongest counter-terrorist in Israel. He is the only one that is able to own the asses of the Palestinian terrorists. Believe me, when I say own it really means OWNAGE spelt in capital! He can catch bullets with his hands and nose and dismantle a terrorist's gun in front of his very eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Zohan has a dream. He is sick of all the fighting. He wants to go into hair-styling! LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zohan fakes death in his fight with the leader of the terrorist (Phantom) and goes to America to seek his dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joins a hair saloon owned by this (super-hot) Palestinian girl whom he eventually falls in love with. Then a big tycoon wants to get her saloon out of the neighbourhood! Once again, it's up to Zohan to save the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the movie was the part where they deployed all the Israelites friends to battle. Seriously they are damn dope. Behind all their businesses are SMGs, silencers and guns. Wth... Another part was all the Palestinians coming out of the taxis. There was about 40 to 50 Palestinians coming out from one taxi! How the hell did they even squeeze in there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I don't like about the movie is the hairdressing part. Zohan literally bangs every single woman that has her hair cut in the saloon. Damn even an 80 year old woman. That's damn gross man. But don't worry no explicit scenes in the movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Zohan is an awesome movie and it is definitely not racist. It shows that foreign people are normal people too who have dreams. They can work together to create good and not all Arabian looking people are terrorists! So get the facts right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Zohan I got really emo. I announced something life-changing. I feel so much pain now. I don't wish to elaborate now. Till tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos my heart's still connected to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I was content being by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it meant being foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But things changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing to be smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Means choosing to sever the strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I will never be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-379662046054924315?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/379662046054924315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=379662046054924315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/379662046054924315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/379662046054924315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/07/zohan-dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Zohan!!! Don&apos;t Mess With Me!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SGu6vlZ185I/AAAAAAAAAHU/MX5jCNk0pX4/s72-c/zohan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3582014986799842564</id><published>2008-06-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:57:06.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Believe What You See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don’t know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously… My world inside of me and outside is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside is a seemingly beautiful world of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside is a destructive world of hate, anger and vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in Life that has happened and I can’t change. I have no choice but to leave them this way. They are beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is something I can only wish for. There is no true peace here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can date all the beautiful girls in the world. But God knows why I’m still empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness seems so far away. I’ve forgotten the taste of total bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But growing up with all these pain has smoldered my heart. The seemingly always happy and carefree boy has grown into a man full of responsibilities, cool and sometimes cold. When you see me EMO it simply means that I’m reminded of stuff. Don’t say things like “Dom don’t be so emo.” It ain’t gonna work. I’m just like that. I will not change for anyone or do things for anyone unless I feel like doing so. The only person who did it correctly is someone I just befriended this year. She actually cheered me up with her lame jokes. You know who you are ;) Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I can do now. I have the ability to achieve my dreams. Everyday I try to achieve perfection despite my efforts always being thwarted by work and other commitments. And no, I don’t come to school late on purpose. But I will fight, I will fight on. Because I know someday… Someday I will find that something that makes me truly happy. Someday, I will achieve all my dreams and have my purpose served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I don’t hate anyone nor is my anger or vengeance directed to anyone. That’s the reason why I’m happy sometimes. Duh? I’m just have my own issues to settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has not put me here to kick my butt. He put me here in this bad situation for a reason. He wants me to learn the hard way. He knows me too well. I’ve would have gotten serious superior complexity if I was not here. I know I can be the best and can be better. If I was in a good situation in the first place, I would become too proud and undermine myself in the end. Learning how to be humble is not too bad an experience too. I’ve made lots of new friends and learnt lots of new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day, I will find all the things I want. I know I will… I will succeed. Because I will not give up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain a set of footsteps&lt;br /&gt;It brings you right to the door of happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3582014986799842564?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3582014986799842564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3582014986799842564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3582014986799842564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3582014986799842564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-believe-what-you-see.html' title='Don&apos;t Believe What You See'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-300472375545210233</id><published>2008-06-28T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:56:34.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss, Guys Hangout &amp; A Confusing Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 7:30am today as I had to reach Lavender at 9:30am to help out in Jovian, Christy, Yee Pei, Bryce and Jeffery's Supply Chain project. I had to wear formal cos I was acting as the boss :) I reached there early (hey big achievement ok...), but those buddies of mine seriously owned me. They were afraid of me being late and actually called me to reach there half an hour earlier. Very smart! Next time I will reach half an hour later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Jeffery today and he's really a nice and funny guy! Haha we went to Christy's Dad's office to film our little skit. Christy's dad turned out to be the inventor of some cleaning device and it's really cool cos I got to see him in person! Wow! I saw the newspaper article of him and the mop water filter he invented. It was inspitational for me to see an entrepreneur and inventor right in front of me. He was a very friendly and helpful man and even offered to buy us lunch. He even lend us some of his goods to use in his videos! Wow awesome one Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jovian was the narrator for introduction and the main cameraman. Yee Pei and Christy acted as the various managers vying for the supply chain manager position. Lol Yee Pei's name for some reason became Pei Foong in the project and Christy's name became Bimbo Lim. Bryce and Jeffery became Ah Zui and Ah Long respectively and were workers. I am the Boss, Mr Gabriel ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha all of us were damn funny. Christy's role is damn flirty and she always flirts with the boss. Yee Pei's role is the serious and hardworking manager. Jovian's role is the lazy supply chain manager who got fired. You guys should see the sexy dance he did. It was damn dope lol. My role is the charming but logical boss :) Bryce was the best. He's the worker cum cleaner cum stuntman. He play stunt so many times and fell down God knows how many times! If Bruce Lee was still alive you must go be his double lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though it was a little tiring to wake up so early, it was worth it cos I got to have alot of fun and I managed to help my friends! Good luck for your project my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the project me Jov and Bryce went to the National library to study. In the end we ended up talking cock and stuff. We watched the Britain's Got Talent Signature Video like 3 times and still laugh like crazy. Got a few hot chicks were in the library but too bad they were Ah lians... Got this girl damn bloke she was like beside us and she was showing off her panty. I was like Wtf... Why do some girls just don't know how to sit properly? Total turn off man :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the enriching guys session, I went out for my date with Pam and we watched Get Smart. It's seriously damn nice and I totally laughed my ass out, in and out again the whole show. Steve Carell is one good comedian and Anne Hathaway is one HOT HOT WOMAN! I think my abs are aching now from all that laughing. Chuck Noris with a BB gun! Now that's a serious good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had Subway after the movie and the Snapple promotion there was great. It felt like the old times but just with me being older and more mature. But it's confusing really... What to do? Only time can decide. Meanwhile I have to make use of my time, and do what I do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to sleep. Tomorrow is Katakana revision time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we are star-crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we are lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longing but always waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps we were something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doomed to become nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps this love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will always remain buried in the abyss of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos some part of this wretched heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will always love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-300472375545210233?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/300472375545210233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=300472375545210233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/300472375545210233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/300472375545210233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/boss-guys-hangout-confusing-date.html' title='The Boss, Guys Hangout &amp; A Confusing Date'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-5708012148544719392</id><published>2008-06-27T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:49:17.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Launch of Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly I wanna thank all the people who have given my blog and myself the utmost support. THANK YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok many people don't know this, but I draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I'm not talking about stickmen. I'm talking about realism, manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing is a kind of inspiration for me. I don't like to draw on the spot drawings. Alot of my friends ask me to do on the spot and they often don't turn out well cos its not my style. I only draw because of two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a sudden inspiration&lt;br /&gt;2. I have deep feelings for the object that I'm drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try not to ask me to do on the spot. I'm just not at that level yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people ask me what do I draw. I don't really stick to a genre but I prefer drawing girls than guys. Geez seriously if I have a stylus and drawing pad now, my ass is so gonna stick to it 24-7 cracking out some good drawings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to officially launch my drawing projects up here so that I WILL DRAW THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First project due this year is the "NARUTO PROJECT". The Naruto project will basically contain portraits of Naruto characters in battle. Each character will have a single portrait. The first one is a portrait of Hyuuga Neji with his Eight Trigrams stance. The best part, I'm gonna upload it here and in Devianart! So be excited and wait for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second project, which I think can be only completed by next year is called the "Seven Goodness of the World". Previously there has been a series on Devianart on the seven sins. I've decided to give a reply to that ;) with the seven goodness. Nope it's not lame and if you still think it is then wait till you see the first piece. Anyway to that Devianart artist: Your drawings are great and you're totally awesome! Anyway women will only be featured in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final project declared here today is the "Elemental Series". More details of this series will be released later. To be fair, both guys and girls will be featured in this series depending on my mood. But most likely more girls will turn out as I'm better at drawing chicks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get another inspiration tonight. Time to sleep. Tomorrow I will be featured on Jovian's project video as the boss! Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-5708012148544719392?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5708012148544719392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=5708012148544719392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5708012148544719392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5708012148544719392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/official-launch-of-projects.html' title='Official Launch of Projects'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-5553293091271067710</id><published>2008-06-26T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:04:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGSKIN but with BUGS</title><content type='html'>NEW BLOGSKIN!!! HOORAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being EMO! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off with the EMO blogskin and in with the cute funky Naruto skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a fan of Naruto. (nope Crystal that does not make me a fanboy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top reason why I choose this skin: I hope it inspires me to draw again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I promise a good update on the blog today, which I better do due to all the roaring done here lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be here 26th June. A new post will come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep now. Any bugs on the new skin will have to wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burning with desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lack of sleep lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-5553293091271067710?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5553293091271067710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=5553293091271067710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5553293091271067710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5553293091271067710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blogskin-hooray-im-sick-of-being.html' title='NEW BLOGSKIN but with BUGS'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4556598178941797266</id><published>2008-06-16T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:20.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep and Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZT5_Syp1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-QYsr4lFWws/s1600-h/Image448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZT5_Syp1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-QYsr4lFWws/s320/Image448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212445874435827538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZSuA8TzAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EsGYSagLnjo/s1600-h/Smiles000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZSuA8TzAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EsGYSagLnjo/s320/Smiles000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212444569208343554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZSukRq60I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RWPnOPIijtg/s1600-h/Photo031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZSukRq60I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RWPnOPIijtg/s320/Photo031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212444578693180226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZS_vFTrEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JBEfNmyeOgY/s1600-h/Image459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZS_vFTrEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JBEfNmyeOgY/s320/Image459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212444873651891266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFY36MWxW1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TW1-iKswkD0/s1600-h/Image280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212415091616602962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFY36MWxW1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TW1-iKswkD0/s320/Image280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you call me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You knew what you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had(Damn that's sad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4556598178941797266?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4556598178941797266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4556598178941797266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4556598178941797266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4556598178941797266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-and-meaningless.html' title='Deep and Meaningless'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SFZT5_Syp1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-QYsr4lFWws/s72-c/Image448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-559283765959856694</id><published>2008-06-06T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:57:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>Man it's a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally handed up Marketing project on Tuesday. I'm probably the last guy on Earth to hand it up but I'm just glad it's over. Lol I caused a major mayhem and Annie Tan and Louisa had to settle it for me. But whatever it's over and I'm gonna own for Marketing ICA 2 to make up for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Hui Ling, Sok Yee and Shu Ai on Wednesday to watch Sex and The City. Met their other friends later and haha hell was it fun! You guys are crazy lol. Sex and The City was the best show that I ever watched this year so 5 stars for it! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to EFMA ICA today (finally!). I studied really hard for it and completed it in 20 minutes. Haha I guess hard work really does pay off :) Full marks here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks hols. Seems like a long time but it's really short. With that much projects to handle and my job :( it seems like it's gonna end in flash. Wish that I can have a 2 months hols! Yes i'm greedy but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm got a tag on my blog that says I'm despo. I can't help but feel amused by that. If you were here next to me I would personally slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think all the guys around me are more despo than me. I don't need a woman, neither do I need a person to live. I'm myself and I stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think about me and I live my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm despo, you're very wrong. Like Duh? I don't need a girl. Got too many of em last time already and now it's time to be with just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be stronger and I need to do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal: To be  いちばん　がくせいで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm despo, for studies, not for anything else ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;せつな&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-559283765959856694?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/559283765959856694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=559283765959856694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/559283765959856694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/559283765959856694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7149994675901799032</id><published>2008-06-02T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T02:09:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Girls are hard to find cos WE AIN'T JERKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I came across a life breaking discovery today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored to nuts at work today. I was so busy that I wanted badly to stop work. With no choice, I did what every guy with balls would do when he’s bored: Look at hot chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st minute: Damn it no hot chicks! All aunties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd minute: Oh god did all of the hot chicks in the world died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later:        Ooh… She’s cute. Long hair, nice figure, pretty face. Totally Miss Sunshine. Wait… There’s this guy behind her. Ok she’s with him. But he looks really feminine. Maybe she’s got a bad taste for guys. And wtf he just called me over with a feminine hand gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes later:        Another hot chick. This one’s is with a boyfriend that has a face that reads: “I’m gonna punch your face punk”. And it’s there all the time on his face. Wonder whether he’s even happy to see her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes later:        Haiz… Damn it now only got Ah lians… Screw it whatever, no fish got prawn. Heh but what’s that scrawny Ah beng doing to her? Oh he’s touching her butt. Wtf…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour 50 minutes later:        Aren’t there any single hot girls who’s not dating a weird guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I made a life breaking discovery. What I found out is going to change our lifes. Definitely gonna change your life Bryce and Jovian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girls like jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nope I’m not asking you to be an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the definition of jerk here:&lt;br /&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;Definitely irritating to the other male species.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason are able to blind the female species.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely know what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;Not Mr. Overly Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized my mistakes that I made in the past. I was such a pussy. I was too nice. As a guy, our minds are really simple. You can’t blame us. Our lifes are all based quantitatively. You hold my hand more, I happy. You want me more I also happy. You tell me you love me everyday, I very happy. You give me more and more sex everyday, I happy. The point is, we fail to see that more is not good. We always give our best and in the end outdo ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that 90% of the guys in the world are dumb. Classic example in a guys mind: Boy like girl. Boy friend girl. Boy tells girl he likes her. They live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boy, let the guru give you a little education. It does not work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try now and go straight away and tell the girl you admire that you like her. Confirm 99.99999999% you will fail. Once you do that she will only run away from you. Or worse, make use of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to heighten your chances of getting the girl you really want is to increase your marketability. Make yourself high in demand. I’m not asking you to two-time or three-time your girlfriends. I’m asking you to stick to one, or be single, but don’t keep yourself out of demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be high in demand, you gotta be bad. Go for the masses. Not just for one. NOTE: Please don’t make commitments when you can’t keep them. Two-timing or XX-timing definitely qualifies you as Full-time Asshole. Bring bad is not about collecting as many girlfriends as possible. It’s about playing smart using the numbers games and your words. Basically you are making as much female friends as possible and go out with as many of them but you don’t make any commitments. The smart guy would only truly target one when he goes out with a bunch of girls. Like DUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women like bad boys. They just got a thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: “BAD” is not equal to “ASSHOLE” For example, not helping your girl when she seriously needs you terms you as an”ASSHOLE”. Slapping or abusing your girl also terms you as an “ASSHOLE”. But letting her heart flutter and don’t let her know what you really feel about her is “BAD”. Bringing her to cloud nine with your words and then bring her down straight to earth is also “BAD”. But vulgarities definitely make you an “ASSHOLE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you secretly admire someone now, take action. But not by telling her you like her. Increase your marketability. Talk to her, tease her, give her nicknames, make her remember you. Women are like kittens. Once they are interested in something, they will die to get it. And don’t be an AK-47 and spam your attacks on one girl. Be a Magnum Rifle. Aim, slow and be patient, and then shoot with a head-shot. Get multiple head shots and multiple kills but concentrate on what you are really aiming for. The rest are just there for you to get the real deal. You’ll get what you want. Remember, you can’t make someone like you by telling her you like her. It’s all about being bad and making the right moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when you really know she likes you then maybe you can take the first step. But before that, you got lots of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples when you are being a pussy but you don’t know it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         Begging your girlfriend to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;2.         Relying on her like she’s your life pillar&lt;br /&gt;3.        Whine about doing stuff for her when she goes out with somebody else. I’m sorry but I personally think that’s ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;4.        Your whole solar universe revolves around her&lt;br /&gt;5.        Being emo when she’s gone. I can’t help but laugh at myself and people I know who do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys would be like:      “Are you crazy?! But I thought it was normal to do all those?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope I tested it out. Ain’t crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week me and Pam went out. She was happily telling me about her adventures with her “pals” and I was like “uh hmm oh ok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared about it but I pretended not to. Then I made the killer move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told her about some girl I’m interested in now. Totally praised that girl until she’s like some goddess. It’s super effective cos I only used to do it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s a super good example of being “BAD”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant kill and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got worried and angry. At first I tried to comfort her. Then decided to be bad and not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end DOUBLE KILL, she said sorry and some more become extra gentle towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your moves wisely. Plan for the kill. But don’t overdo it. And never break a woman’s heart. We play the game fair. No hurting of anyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are not gonna be jerks. We are gonna be SMART men lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please. If you are one of those rare 2% of people in the world who’s super lovey dovey and nothing in the world can stop you and all, then ignore this post please. Lol. Cos you guys already own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go hope I blog soon again. [PS: I hope I don’t get stoned by all the girls I know lol ;)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7149994675901799032?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7149994675901799032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7149994675901799032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7149994675901799032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7149994675901799032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-girls-are-hard-to-find-cos-we-aint.html' title='Hot Girls are hard to find cos WE AIN&apos;T JERKS!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8216411833654090060</id><published>2008-05-28T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:45:29.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Government, Bad Papers</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I would like to applaud the Singapore government on doing such a good job on taking care of our country. All around the world, I see countries going into trouble but Singapore is still going strong and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it has come into my notice that though we have a good government, our laws and policies of media are still of doubt. Look at our newspapers. I can see so many loopholes and flaws in them that nobody bothers to point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best newspaper in Singapore would have to be The Straits Times and Lianhe Zaobao. Those two newspapers are very rich in information and they abide by international standards. I never fail to find information in there relevant to my learning in school and they are pretty useful for projects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think poorly of The New Paper and Lianhe Wanbao. Particularly I personally dislike the sections of CLICK! and STOMP! the most in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two sections started off with "good intentions" for Singaporeans to display interesting pictures and videos. However, now it has turned so ugly that I don't even want to look at it. When I flip to the sections of CLICK! or STOMP!, i never fail to see snapshots of people who don't even know their pictures were secretly taken by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of the pictures are interesting and some really provoke alot of thought. Pictures of teens in school uniform holding hands, pictures of people sleeping on each other's laps in public transport and pictures of teen behaving intimately never fail to make it into the local tabloids. But have you ever thought that by taking other's pictures, you are actually invading into their privacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you some Singaporeans can be such pussys. A good example would be my friend's aunty. She would watch korean dramas everyday and cry over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so romantic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my they are gonna kiss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh brother and sister love relationship. Why don't they just let them be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to see two korean stars acting as teenagers kissing by the riverside. But if my friend's aunty would to see our local teens kissing by the riverside, she would probably go: "Teens these days! So intimate in public! Phuey! So young hold hands liao... Mother, father never teach!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! You were going high over the same situation on TV just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be. Give people space and privacy. Be it if they are commiting acts that are in the doubt of your "societal values". Give us some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if you don't. People are gonna start going crazy. Everyone has a camera phone these days. Taking a picture is so darn easy. Soon, there will be a flood of pictures and who knows you will be the next victim of having your picture taken without your permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people already don't know their limits. One of my friends was working in one of the Community Clubs and one day this guy called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: "Good afternoon sir. How may I assist you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man (with feminine voice): "I want to lodge complain! I observe my neighbour very long liao. She never cover her bamboo pole holders with caps. Wait got Aedes mosquito breed. Faster come her house now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: "Sorry sir. We do not entertain such complains. You should try calling the town council."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man (agitated still with feminine voice, almost screeching already): "I tell you I really watching her now! I watch her for 2 hours already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: "I'm sorry sir I can't help you in anyway. You should contact the Town council for further assistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Singaporeans are just too quick to jump at stuff. We just call, take pictures without taking any action before that like informing our neighbours about putting caps on bamboo pole holders. Spying on other people is also invasion of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word, stop the act. Stop invading into other's privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A society which cares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is not a world without privacy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invade into my private life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I make sure you never get out of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8216411833654090060?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8216411833654090060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8216411833654090060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8216411833654090060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8216411833654090060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-government-bad-papers.html' title='Good Government, Bad Papers'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-285416577201216869</id><published>2008-05-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:33:01.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Lists and God's SMSes</title><content type='html'>Business Finance ICA today was ok. It was not that difficult but not that easy as well. As expected I flunked the first question but luckily it’s only five marks. Hopefully this test would be better than ICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jovian and Christy today to Causeway Point. Christy went to meet some guy whom she met online. At first she told us that he was a player. But after having dinner with her, me and Jov conclude that he cannot make it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping list increased tremendously today! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom’s Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         Ipod Nano - $100&lt;br /&gt;2.         LG Viewty - $338&lt;br /&gt;3.         New clothes – Approx $100&lt;br /&gt;4.         Basketball Shoes - $100 - $140&lt;br /&gt;5.         Basketball - $50&lt;br /&gt;6.         Converse Sneakers - $59.90 - $89.90&lt;br /&gt;7.         New bank Account - $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I’ll be working during the holidays then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at Causeway Point, we ate at Mcdonald’s while Christy and her friend ate at Pastamania. When I was at macs, God owned me. It was as if he SMSed me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to put the golden nugget in my mouth when I heard the song playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Aerosmith’s “Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this very place, when this very song was playing. I still remember as if it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really upset then that she said we could only remain as friends. It was when I was in Innova, a few days before the inter-house basketball tournament. I was practicing alone at the court when she came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Pam, the girl I adored the most my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit taken aback. Here I was practicing for the competition and she just came. She was a beginner in basketball so I offered to teach her how to play the game. I didn’t have any weird ideas in my head except for feeling like I’m the luckiest guy on Earth. I’m playing my favourite game with the girl I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never fell in deeply in love with anyone else. Everything she did was graceful. I mean if it was my friend and the ball didn’t go in, I would be like “Hmm…” But for her, it’s like the world lighted up for her. Every action every move would be coupled with the song: “There she goes, there she goes again, racing through my head…” She is beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good moments fly fast and soon it was late. I thought of home but she said we should have dinner instead. A 3 hour basketball training and dinner together? I was one lucky guy! We had dinner in the Mac’s at the very table that me and Jov sat at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying my time with her when she suddenly jumped and said that she lost her wallet. She just ran out of Macs without saying anything. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. That was when that song “Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice in my head said : “Go Dom! Run after her!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran. I remembered how it was. It was the fastest I ever ran. All the way up the escalator, out of the shopping centre, up the overhead bridge and back to the basketball court. She was almost on the verge of tears. She couldn’t find her wallet. It must have been very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched around for quite a while but to no avail. We suddenly thought of one of her friends who were playing there just now. She could have found her wallet and brought it home. She didn’t have a mobile phone then and luckily I brought mine. I called her friend up and luckily her friend had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like “YEAH! WE FOUND IT! I knew we…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked. Thinking about it now makes me laugh. I was like a blockhead. The girl of my dreams was hugging me but all I did was to have my hands to my side like I was in “sedia” position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want this moment to end. Everything in the world disappeared when her skin touched mine and everything made sense. For the first time, I felt her warmth, I smelt her hair. God she smelt good, even after 3 hours of basketball! Is she magical or what? Damn I wish I had a remote control! Can I pause at this moment please!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seemed like an eternity ended with her suddenly pulling away with her face red. I didn’t say a thing. Her friend came down from her house with a cheeky smile and said: “I saw that ;)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to macs and had our dinner. Talking to Pam was one of the most wonderful things I could do. I could talk about everything under the sun with her and she’s always exciting and hyper. After dinner, I walked her back to the MRT. I wanted to send her home but I didn’t want to push my luck so I didn’t. Just before I went home, Pam looked at me with her soft eyes and said : “Dom, you’re always there when I needed you. Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she meant she wanted us to be more. Thank God for telling me to chase after her. Thank God we found her wallet. That’s was the turning the point, the beginning of our special relationship.&lt;br /&gt;But I just turned towards her and smiled : “Hey! What are friends for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many beautiful things happened after that. Though today, we have arrived to a point where I don’t exactly want us to be, but I won’t ever forget the memories we had. I know some part of me, still loves you. But I know with every passing day, this part of me may slowly be sealed. Many must think that I want to forget you. But on the contrary, I don’t want to. Because we had something that people will not have in centuries. We had a love that could conquer all. Perhaps someday, when the sky is blue, the tides of life may bring our paths together again. Perhaps, I’ll find another, or perhaps, our hearts will meet again once more. Till then, I’ll become stronger. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though Cinderella was heartbroken in the end,&lt;br /&gt;She never did regret having love and been loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-285416577201216869?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/285416577201216869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=285416577201216869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/285416577201216869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/285416577201216869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/shopping-lists-and-gods-smses.html' title='Shopping Lists and God&apos;s SMSes'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6086798514367301822</id><published>2008-05-26T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:42:23.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom is せつな</title><content type='html'>Did a little bit of thinking yesterday and decided that it’s weird not having a Jap name since I’m taking Jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to name myself: うちは せつな&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In romanji it is Uchiha Setsuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family name has to come first before my name. It’s weird to write Gabriel in Jap so I decide to come out with a pure Hiragana family name. うちは(Uchiha) was the first family name that came to my mind so I used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whole list of Jap names and their meanings. I picked せつな (Setsuna) because it simply means an instant, a flash or a moment. I think it pretty much describes me. I go for the short moments in life that makes me happy. Happiness don’t usually last very long for me so I think the name pretty much suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the name has nothing to do with Mobile Suit Gundam 00, though I have to agree that Setsuna.F.Seiei is damn cool ;) I’m sure Crystal will like the name a lot as sometimes it is used as a girl’s name in にほん (Japan) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’ll try to blog more words in Jap from now on for practice. But for those who don’t understand please do not worry. English dubs will be provided. I’m pretty sure that I’m better than any of the guys in Fansubs in no time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped lesson today cos I didn’t had enough sleep and am studying Business Finance now. Later still going for lecture and ICA. Still have excel solver and Marketing to do. Am feeling the pressure of life that’s ever so heavy on me but I know I can do it. I may lose things often but I always have my friends and Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ぼくわ　ぜんたい　あきらめない&lt;br /&gt;もって    わたしは     うちは せつな&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I definitely will not give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm Uchiha Setsuna ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6086798514367301822?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6086798514367301822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6086798514367301822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6086798514367301822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6086798514367301822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/dom-is.html' title='Dom is せつな'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1425179706796401725</id><published>2008-05-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:49:25.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My little bro had a bad tummy ache last night and so me and my Mum brought him to the hospital. He was really poor thing because the usual active him was rolling about on the bed and yelping about the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the hospital trip would be a short one but it ended up in bro being admitted. The doctor suspected that he has appendicitis. I know what the pain feels like cos I had it before. It feels like hell when your appendicts is infected. It gets even worse when it bursts! So don’t fool around when you get prolonged tummy aches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, me and Mum stayed in the hospital the whole night with my bro. He thinks of it as an adventure because he had never been to a hospital besides being born and checked up in one. Reality came up to him when they started inserting all the needles into him for blood test and IV drips. He feels fine now except for the fact that he misses eating solid food as he is on liquids now and he misses TV. He looks better now but if he gets worse, he might have to go for an op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the hospital was a torture. I had nothing to do there except to think. And when I stare into blank space, questions like “Should I go out with Pam?”, “Damn I’m so angry with her!”, “What should I do?” will pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t find an answer. A huge part of me is just so pissed with her. We were supposed to go out on Friday always. She said part of her reason of doing what ever she is doing now is because she wants more time to call me and more time to be with me. I blindly believed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she crushed my faith when I called her and she asked: “We are going out on Friday? Aren’t we going out today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed. How could she forget about our promise? And what kind of lame reasons does she come out with. If you really thought it was Thursday, then why didn’t you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me: “How was your tournament?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled on Wednesday I had the support of every single person I knew except her. So I had to call her up to REMIND her to cheer me on. Never mind the fact that I have to REMIND her. She now asked me about a tournament that was played a day ago. She didn’t even bothered to call me on the day itself and find out how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To even bolster the fact that she doesn’t even think about me, I heard techno music blasting in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you?” I asked expecting a NICE answer from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I’m at illegal street racing with my ‘Brother’. Cool right? Can you hear the cars? *Sound of drifting”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a little inconvenient to talk with you now. Some other time k?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry that she forgotten about our date. And she pushed me away because of other people she knew just for three weeks. I just said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is so expected of you Pam. Bye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I put the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart’s already twisted and wringed by you. Why are you doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You first said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we change our status to friends for now please? A lot of people chasing me now and it’s really awkward for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shock for me. I needed time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there came another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how? They can chase me. But I dun need it accept mah… At least, I get a life. More friends, and night life. So? Pls pls pls…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused and I wanted a clear status. But you claimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its not a break up mah… Jus a relationship on hold la. Can?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I fool to even consent to it.? I have so many doubts. I feel so unsettled. And you said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby I’m doing this so that we can have more time together. I can call you more often and go out with you since now you are like all of them as suitors so I’m not biased to any.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart but I still say yes. Why do I have to accommodate other guys? Are they more important than me?&lt;br /&gt;But even after I said yes, you didn’t keep your promise. Instead you gave all your time to them. You never called, you never listened. I’ve been through so much and you never bothered to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick I called you. I can’t even tell whether you were worried cos it didn’t sound like it from your tone. I’m just sick and needed some reassurance. But instead you said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby I’m sorry. The more you do this, the more irritated I get.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me about your adventure with the pilot. Oh ya for God’s sake he’s not a pilot. There’s a big difference between one and an unmanned aircraft specialist. Though I said it didn’t matter to me anymore, can’t you tell I’m hurt? Sure he drives a Peugeot, is a specialist and is earning probably 10 times than me. But for God’s sake, ain’t my love worth a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to imply I was better. I believed I could give more. I believed that I was in the wrong. I was truly sorry about not giving my best to you. I don’t have a car, money and I’m not exactly the most considerate guy around. But I love you Pam.&lt;br /&gt;But you told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea. But I was serious last night. I wanna take care of you. But I also want someone who can take care of me. Make me feel protected, think for me. You’re are more like a son now. I need someone who’s more matured then me and can take care of my feelings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how much that hurts. HELLO? HOW CAN A GUY PROTECT A GIRL WHEN A GIRL DOES NOT EVEN CONSIDER HIS FEELINGS FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me about your late hangouts of supper and with your friends at work. Let’s be realistic. I think they are interested in you. Can you be sure that you’ll always be safe? I’m worried DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go clubbing and you got invited to the stage to dance. Cool. But the fact that other guys were dancing with you and had their hands on you was not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never message me. Maybe the guys should make the first move. Granted, I SMS you first. But after a few SMSes, you replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wah baby u keep msg not scared no money pay bill?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like a real legitimate reason. But it ain’t good enough for me because I’ve seen you SMSing so many other guys during our dates. So SMSing me is now a waste of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. Don’t SMS. Call me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh… Ok. But I don’t wanna call. Very lazy lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were even cruel enough to take away our Friday. And you never told me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you said you wanted to meet on Friday night again suddenly. And then you said sorry I have to work on Friday night. It crushed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lonely, deprived, emo, lost and severely heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I could hear something good from you to defend yourself, you said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wei. Lie to you about? If its about work schedule it’s always changing one… Where got lie?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry k? Soon I’ll spend enough time with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?&lt;br /&gt;AM I NOT WORTH YOUR TIME NOW?&lt;br /&gt;AM I NOT WORTHY AS COMPARED TO OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT WORK HERE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SPENDING MORE TIME WITH OTHER GUYS THAN ME!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THAT’S SOMETHING I CAN BE ANGRY ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then best reason of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually if u comparing to them. U must think leh. Theirs is they ask me out, then they will drive me out and back so can hang out later and spend more time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s now my fault that you don’t spend enough time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t call anymore. You don’t go out with me as often anymore. I’m not the most important person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m damn well worthy of anyone on this damn earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to hate you. I’m starting to not even remember how you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hear the same voice coming from you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even love me now? I bet you can’t even answer that question now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Pam that I loved died a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pam I see now is so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no turning back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should all move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change myself. This Dom ain’t worth anyone to get. I know as long I be this true to someone, that someone will exploit it. This is not revenge. I will protect myself from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why waste myself? I’ll kill my good self which loves you. Once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it consumes me, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotion and love don’t mean a thing in this world. After all, fairy tales don’t exist. Just like our love, it’s just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll change that. The world will change someday. But our love, never will. It died, the day you went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’ll realize. That day when I held your hand, that day when we first kissed in Sentosa, that day when we hugged cos I showed how much you mean to me and you found out how much I mean to you. All the adventures that we have been through, all the love that we had and made, all of those you shall never forget as long as your soul lingers in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is some part of you will always love me. But you’re too self-centered to notice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you realize it, it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t gonna love anyone like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because fairytales,&lt;br /&gt;Are all lies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1425179706796401725?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1425179706796401725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1425179706796401725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1425179706796401725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1425179706796401725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/dom-died.html' title='Dom Died'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1079192404122962648</id><published>2008-05-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:40:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams and Bad Memories</title><content type='html'>Dreamt about her last night. It was really sweet but then it ended when I woke up and found my right leg hurting like hell. (To Jov, Park and JF: Nope it was not about sex. It’s a really sweet dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lonely? Am I trying to use her to substitute Pam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is she really different and I really like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time will tell then. But truly speaking, I think she’s cute that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’s really sweet and all. I find that I’m always getting distracted in lecture because of her. The way she brushes her hair with her hand, the way she smiles. Her actions are all really CUTE! But come on, she’s just another cute girl. I mean I don’t have any deep special feelings for her. Just another regular cute girl. That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But classic scenario, she has a boyfriend. I’m tired now so I’m not gonna pull off any stunt. Lol so much for being a Guru huh? (Tribute to me by Park &amp;amp; Jiafeng) I’m fine with just looking at her and admiring her everyday. Perhaps one day, I’ll only think of her and not Pam. Lol easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still aching. When I’m in school and at work I don’t feel it. But when I’m at home alone, just like now, I feel a deep cut in my heart. It’s bleeding. I’m still asking myself whether I’ll go out with her tomorrow but I guess it’s a redundant question. I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says its over. Even if she comes back to me, when is the next time she’s gonna leave again? It’s like Maroon 5’s “This Love”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Love is taking its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye too many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its killing me. I ain’t playing this game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;I’m upset again and yeah I guess I’m naturally Emo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been really missing out on school a lot. Business Finance’s ICA is on Monday and I don’t know anything about it. Marketing’s ICA is due on Friday and nothing is done. All I can think of is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be weird?&lt;br /&gt;Is she gonna hold my hand? Am I gonna hold hers?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to push her away and say it’s over?&lt;br /&gt;Where are we going to go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to kiss her?&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez do I still love or lust after her? Gosh NO WAY! I hope not :(&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, am I even going out with her tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be soft-hearted anymore. I don’t want my heart to melt when I see her. Even if she apologizes, I must not forgive her. I hope I will not. I don’t want to be hurt like this anymore. It really hurts like shit. I know part of it is my fault. But Mum’s right. I think she’s really selfish and I don’t feel any respect from her. I need someone who cares about me, not someone who cares about herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for a run now. But my leg’s hurting from yesterday’s fall at the court. Back’s hurting as well when I try to make a jumpshot so I can’t go and play ball. So I guess I’ll have no choice but to rest at home and think about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jov just asked me out for tomorrow. Maybe I should call Pam later and then decide who to go out with. Damn hungry now wish Mum would quickly finish cooking. Thanks Mum for your perpetually wonderful cooking. You gotta teach me how to cook someday k?! I wanna take this opportunity to thank God for giving me such a good Mum too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bored… Ok… Maybe I should conduct an activity here to cheer myself up. Ok buddies time to use the tagboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions&lt;br /&gt;1.         What kind of girl do you think Dom should date? Describe her.&lt;br /&gt;2.         Should he go out with Pam tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        (10 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tag your answers on the tagboard and show me some action! But please follow the rules. (Gosh my blog is starting to look like an ICA paper! Don’t freak out my friends :) This may look like a test but come on! You don’t have to study for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.         Please don’t give me lame answers. You know what kind of girls I like and don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;2.         Please don’t spam here about sex. Yeah I care pretty much about sex but sex is not everything. I need someone to love me not give me sex.&lt;br /&gt;3.         No offence but I prefer Chinese girls. But not necessarily. Please don’t be racist!&lt;br /&gt;4.         Eh… You can give names but please, don’t embarrass me. Follow the question.&lt;br /&gt;5.         I don’t want a fling.&lt;br /&gt;6.         I’m not gay, neither am I Bi.&lt;br /&gt;7.         Please note there are 2 questions.&lt;br /&gt;8.         This rule is for all, but especially for Alvin &amp;amp; Jovian. Please don’t Elo me and put names like Drogba. I like Drogba, but as a footballer :)&lt;br /&gt;9.         If your name is mentioned on the tagboard, please do not be alarmed. It doesn’t mean anything, like Duh?&lt;br /&gt;10.       I believe I have intelligent friends. Don’t disappoint me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1079192404122962648?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1079192404122962648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1079192404122962648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1079192404122962648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1079192404122962648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-dreams-and-bad-memories.html' title='Sweet Dreams and Bad Memories'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2495541059868871167</id><published>2008-05-22T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:20.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have The Coolest and Best Mum Ever</title><content type='html'>Yesterday’s 3 on 3 ended with us winning 3 matches and losing 2. Even though we lost, I can say that my team has given their best and we are strong. But we can become stronger. I have to thank Jovian, Koon How, Jiafeng and Levin (don’t know if his name is spelt like this) for their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tournament has brought to my attention that while I’m slacking, there are many others that have become better than me. Rather than throwing in the towel, I have decided to start gyming and basketball again. One day, I’ll show my skills in the court just like I used to J Thanks Jov for the inspiration you brought about in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tournament, we had dinner in Bishan S11 coffeeshop with Jiafeng, Jov, Christy and Alvin. We were talking about the topic Sex (AGAIN?!) and I have no idea why it has to revolve around me. Lol good luck to Jiafeng and Alvin about grinding gals (or GUYS? Hey you guys seem to show Bi-preferences) in the clubs. And please no talking about cum while we are eating mayonnaise sauce. I ain’t gonna touch Western food for about a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battered up me went home and had another round of dinner with my Mum. Mum asked me about Pam and I told her everything. She had a nice talk with me but we were interrupted by my brother who pulled a nice move on me. He was playing with my wallet and he pulled out a nice silver packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203050504544458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SDTy3e_KFiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UuPTYMlVgGA/s320/condom.bmp" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked my mum what was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I was like : “Uh oh… What do I say? My friend gave it to me for my birthday? And I have it in my wallet because I forgot to take it out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Mum was gonna blow up. Instead she smiled and said: “Son keep your private things properly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled back. My brother insisted to know what was the silver packet. My mum managed to convince him that it was coffee sweetener ;) For a moment there, I thought I was a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess Mum knew about my private life after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning over breakfast table, Mum gave me a lesson on picking the right gals. She said I should find someone better who is able to take care of me and stay by my side. Just when I was about to say: “Mum, No. I won’t be able to survive with those gals that are very quiet, everyday stay at home and have not even a little bit of wildness in them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum laughed and said she knows what I’m are thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Son, don’t find someone who’s like that. She doesn’t suit you. Find someone who is naughty, but sticks to you and truly loves you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like pure ownage. If you play DOTA you would know what I mean. The computer would start screaming: “OWNAGE! Dom’s Mum is GODLIKE! Somebody kill DOM!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In laymen’s terms, I’m totally owned by my Mum. I thought we drifted apart when I grew up. In the end, she still knows best about me. She knows about my private life (God knows how did she know!), she knows what kind of girl I want, she knows what I do during my dates, she knows how I behave when my ex-girlfriend gets angry. Man! My mum’s cool! I mean like wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’m still close to my mum after all. I still have my family and friends so I guess I have things to be happy about after all :) But one thing still remains for sure, I’m still wanna find out what my Mum actually thinks about my private life. Is she angry, sad, proud or amused about it? Was she a player when she was young or the goody two shoes? I think the former suits her more but nah! How can that be? My mum’s like the best girl I ever know! She’s the kind that will stick to one man and one family and stand by them even if the sky falls lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any of you guys are wondering, Nope! I don’t have a private life anymore and stop asking me questions about it though I can provide a little advice if you really need it. And why do I have a condom in my wallet? Well, it’s a little like a gun. It’s best to have it when there’s no need for it then to not have one when you need it. I'm now a good man and I only want to do my best in my studies, gym and have fun with my buddies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, Thanks mum for the concern and love you gave me through the years. Thanks for sticking by Dad and our family and for working so hard for us. You know me the best and you’ll always will. Though I know you’ll never read my blog, I want you to know that I’ll make you proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203051458027198002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SDTzu-_KFjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fli5WicH-0Y/s320/19041990019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2495541059868871167?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2495541059868871167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2495541059868871167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2495541059868871167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2495541059868871167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-coolest-and-best-mum-ever.html' title='I Have The Coolest and Best Mum Ever'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/SDTy3e_KFiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UuPTYMlVgGA/s72-c/condom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-5557424466185999032</id><published>2008-05-20T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:40:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 on 3</title><content type='html'>Tommorow is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have trained hard for it. We have shed blood and sweat for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 on 3 tournament here we come ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not as good as I was last time, I'm determined to try my best. I'm hungry for gold. It's been a long time since I held a medal in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot had happened this past week. I broke up with my girl again and I'm very upset over it. But this time it's different. I'm determined to change myself for the better. I disappointed her. Even if at the end of the road I end up with someone else, I would still want to be the best. I want to have m own business. I want to drive a Lamborghini in 7 years time. I have a desire and passion and I'm on a mission. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'm still getting used to being alone. Period. I have to still study for stupid ICA for ICT tomorrow. I hate ICT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sick now with cold and flu. Hopefully it doesn't affect my performance tomorrow. Can't think of anything else now except sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised Crystal, tomorrow will be the post of us winning the championship. And I'll give a reply to your post Christy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the match tomorrow. Let the games begin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-5557424466185999032?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5557424466185999032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=5557424466185999032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5557424466185999032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/5557424466185999032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-on-3.html' title='3 on 3'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3042847821008589607</id><published>2007-11-15T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:55:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIAYOU PAMMY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey baby... I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I'm very proud of you for working so hard these week. I know that your test is tommorow and I want you to know that you have my full support. JIAYOU WOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry and just do your best for the paper. I know you can do it! All the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You're always my baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3042847821008589607?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3042847821008589607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3042847821008589607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3042847821008589607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3042847821008589607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/11/jiayou-pammy.html' title='JIAYOU PAMMY!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7719576918359307571</id><published>2007-08-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:21.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S BEEN A HELL LONG TIME SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE BEEN HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams are finally over and things are much cooler and at a slower pace now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slacking was the main theme of my life for the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Pool Buddies - Alvin, Jovian and Me went over to Alvin's place to stay over at Thursday. Had pizza, guitar, Xbox, Evan's Almighty and of course a whole deal of guy's talk the whole night. We even caught funny videos on Youtube like Linkin Park, 50 Cent and Gwen Stefani BMAN VERSION! PURE OWNAGE! Had serious fun the whole night and we should really have another stayover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102997425617546754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RtF9HyuqrgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wGVfPgr4Im4/s320/50rupeecafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50 Rupee and The Curry Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went pool the next morning and a couple of interviews at Esplanade. Alvin wanted badly to work at the chocolate shop there cos of the girls. Lol relax bro but seriously, I wouldn't mind working there too. But I think I'm gonna go for a factory job tomorrow. I know that means losing my freedom but it also means making lots of money so haha I'm willing to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for guitars after interviews and I got owned. Penisula Plaza is a seriously good place. It has everything there. I believe you now Alvin lol... Looks like a job will also bring me a step closer to my Takamine guitar..... And that girl at Davis Guitar Shop lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102997833639439890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RtF9fiuqrhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qrFvPcBfB5U/s320/john-evermore+n+takamine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had an Esplanade outing on Wednesday too with Yee Pei, Jov, Crystal Baby &gt;.&lt;, Robin, Shiyun and her boyfriend. Had loads of fun! Crystal you were beautiful in that dress please wear dresses more often! Haha... After dinner we went to the Fountain of Wealth at Suntec and made a wish there. Erm... The wish is supposed to be a secret but only Jov knows I guess. We sang along with the songs that were being played that and I especially like Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars. I'll never forget that night my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103003296837840418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RtGCdiuqriI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYSwIJwt23E/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Crystal looking hypnotized by the water show at the fountain and Yee Pei looking emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya and to clarify matters with some of my pals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom is currently single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom has no one on his mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom is not a playa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom does not fancy anyone as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes alot to catch Dom's attention, so far none has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys get the drift, I'm enjoying my singlehood.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though I still miss her a lil bit, I get to enjoy lot of stuff that I was missing out on. All the outings and crazy stuff with my friends and buddies, I'll never give them up for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll drop by here some other time to blog about other stuff cos time's running out, till then, Gym and keep the melody of Life going on dudes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7719576918359307571?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7719576918359307571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7719576918359307571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7719576918359307571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7719576918359307571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-hell-long-time-since-ive-been.html' title='IT&quot;S BEEN A HELL LONG TIME SINCE I&apos;VE BEEN HERE!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RtF9HyuqrgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wGVfPgr4Im4/s72-c/50rupeecafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4196142807326763342</id><published>2007-08-06T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:22.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontpage Over and Dom NEEDS SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>Been really busy these days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my appetite and sleep has been disrupted. Have been sleeping at 4:30am or 3 consecutive days and have not slept the whole night yesterday due to projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad Frontpage is over. Though we were confident, we still had to put in alot of effort and I'm totally drained now. But i was glad that the class loved the video. I can pass you the video if you want it people but I'm not going to upload it on Youtube!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to study stats today but looks like my plans have been disrupted. I really need some quality sleep. Haiz i better start studying soon or I'll die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accounts lecture was a breeze. Not that I knew what Miss Neo was talking about but I spent half an hour outside discussing the facts of life with Jovian. The thought of having to part with our classmates at the end of this year is disturbing. I feel that we should organise more class outings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who's up for a chalet during our semester break, please give me a hell yeah on my tagboard k?! LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to draw Christy during lecture but it didn't really came out well because I have not drawn in a very long time. And I don't normally draw people so it gets kind of difficult. Guess I'll continue tomorrow Christy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiyun has a nice nickname now. It's "shyun" as in the sound that cars make when they zoom past. Heh at least now people would say your name at lightning pace. Makes it easier to call you too :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Amanda your laughter is really special. It cheers people up so don't worry bout it. We LOVE to see you laugh cos you shine like the sun when you do so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went by the school's carpark and noticed that the bushes had little flowers on it. I must be so preoccupied with work to never notice them before. I plucked one of them and it became Christy's hairpin. Lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095533448987563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rrb4rLAGVOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ONfHGgsL5M8/s320/Christy+with+flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking good eh? The pretty lady with the flower haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway now supposed to be studying with Alvin and Jov at Toa Payoh library but I'm failing miserably. Guess I better head back home soon for some SLEEP before venturing on some studying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck people for the coming exams! JIAYOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4196142807326763342?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4196142807326763342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4196142807326763342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4196142807326763342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4196142807326763342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/08/frontpage-over-and-dom-needs-sleep.html' title='Frontpage Over and Dom NEEDS SLEEP!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rrb4rLAGVOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ONfHGgsL5M8/s72-c/Christy+with+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1361488212196198018</id><published>2007-08-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B Cleaning ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the best day in my whole week because I did the video editing for my group’s video. It’s really damn funny so please look forward to it people! Our presentation on Monday will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Cleaning Services is gonna rock the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094105870577849554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RrHmTLAGVNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-1BUCroB6-Q/s320/bcleaningmembers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my plans for studying Stats today were disrupted by the Frontpage project. Though the video is done, the crux of the project which is the webpage is not yet done so we better buck up Jov and Robin haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to play pool after all that hard work to celebrate. Another of our excuses to satisfy our addiction for pool I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I’ll be able to complete tutorials when I reach home. I said "HOPE" not "WILL" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and I hope you guys like the new blog skin. I’m loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile still captivates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1361488212196198018?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1361488212196198018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1361488212196198018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1361488212196198018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1361488212196198018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/08/b-cleaning-rocks.html' title='B Cleaning ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RrHmTLAGVNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-1BUCroB6-Q/s72-c/bcleaningmembers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7271530088856115964</id><published>2007-08-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:32:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou In Singapore</title><content type='html'>Haha Amanda I said I will do this in Chinese but after doing this for two hours I give up cos my Chinese ain't that good as it used to be..... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jay came to Singapore two days ago to publicise and attend the Movie Gala of his new movie: Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed by Cathay cinema in Dhoby Gaught at 6pm the stage there was already surrounded by fans. When me and Alvin finished pool at 7:30pm, we went there and it turns out that Jay was going to arrive on 8:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7:45pm it started to rain but the fans didn't back out. Everyone was anxiously waiting for Jay to arrive and cheers and screams started to sound when the DJ announced that Jay was already near Plaza Singapura and is on his way to Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped after a while. Punctually at 8:00pm, Jay arrived in style in his car and escort with his co-star in the movie Lun Mei. They were escorted to the stage where Jay greeted his fans. The fans were ecstatic that they were seeing their idol in person himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay commented on his film and I got to learn that Jay actually made this movie himself and he faced alot of difficulties on the way. People doubted him but he proved them wrong. Way to go Jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay then played a duet with Lun Mei on a grand piano there provided by Cathay and then played his new song for the movie while inviting one of his fans to sing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay then waved his goodbye to his fans and proceeded into the cineman for the Movie Gala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to my Jay fans in my class. Photos and videos I gathered from the net of Jay at the live scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Thestage.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Thestage.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Takingphotos.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Takingphotos.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayposing.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayposing.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayplayingpiano2.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayplayingpiano2.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayplayingpiano.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayplayingpiano.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayonstage.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayonstage.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/JaynLunmei.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/JaynLunmei.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayinpressreview.jpg"&gt;http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/Jayinpressreview.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;current=847fde64.flv"&gt;http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=847fde64.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;current=fab17d71.flv"&gt;http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fab17d71.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;current=c460d82a.flv"&gt;http://s192.photobucket.com/albums/z130/crusaderoffreedom/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c460d82a.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7271530088856115964?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7271530088856115964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7271530088856115964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7271530088856115964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7271530088856115964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/08/jay-chou-in-singapore.html' title='Jay Chou In Singapore'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2276682190531347748</id><published>2007-07-28T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH SO BUSY!</title><content type='html'>The world has been so busy the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Econs and POM project nearly killed me. I stayed up for 2 days which includes one day of not sleeping. I was seriously fucked up then and in a bad mood. Thankfully the presentations went well. I stayed at Macs at northpoint the whole night before the presentations to rush through the reports. Dad was damn pissed at me but I told him a man gotta do what a man gotta do. He looked pissed and unsupportive. I know deep down he does not believe I'm going out to do my project. What's his problem anyway? I'm trying my best here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passed so fast during the night and thankfully I had Rach to accompany me half of the time on MSN. I was really grateful because if I was not talking to her, I most probably would have fallen asllep or would have given up on the projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that POM project was a blast cos of the video! POM teacher was amused at the roadrunner video which i took so long to download. Thankfully... But econs teacher seemed to be a little disatisfied with our presentation. He said it was too simple. I'm sorry Mr Panda for coming late but I was sick and tired and was having a tummy ache. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092856460296475826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rq1197AGVLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/he-TnT_XI9s/s320/rr_sq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was damn relieved when the projects presentation are over. Went for lunch with Yee Pei and Jov but ended up sleeping in North canteen. I woke up two hours after only to find Jov and Yee Pei gone. But thankfully they kept all my stuff for me. Thanks Yee Pei for leaving a goodbye gift of a pic sleeping on my phone wallpaper. But Jov please don't leave any of such pics in my phone anymore. Jov's goodbye gift was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092262599463425186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqtZ2rAGVKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QfDE_OcrJ9A/s320/BKING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A B-king pic in my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway went home and I fell asleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally rejuvenated, I read "Men Are From Mars and Women Are From Venus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092857057296929986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rq12grAGVMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vSVgVQd5g6k/s320/menwomen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Lol the book totally owned me cos it made me realised all the mistakes and misconceptions I made towards Pam. Men and Women are truly from different worlds. Well I practiced a little tactics from the book, and got positive results from Pam. Sorry Pam that I learned so slow but I'll be a better man.... Haha looks like I got lots to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway met Pamela(from NYP) to get Frontpage CD from her to lend Christy and Yee Pei. Tried to burn a copy for them but in the end it didn't work. It resulted me in running from toa payoh to Choa Chu Kang and then back again so that both of them can install.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thankfully we're electronically gifted and managed to complete the project. I was still rushing through it adding photos of Iverson and breakdancers when the others are presenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My presentation was good. Miss Loy was ok with it. One step closer to A I guess.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY! ALL OF THIS OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2276682190531347748?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2276682190531347748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2276682190531347748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2276682190531347748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2276682190531347748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/wth-so-busy.html' title='WTH SO BUSY!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rq1197AGVLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/he-TnT_XI9s/s72-c/rr_sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-4775539232057554964</id><published>2007-07-24T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:24.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time... But THANK YOU GUYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been such a LONG TIME since i blogged! Sorry people and Pam (from school) : I'M NOT A CHICKEN NEH NEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway much has happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Friday I had a big surprise. I was very upset on last Thursday due to Pamela(my-ex). Damn why so many Pamela around haha. She refused to come out with me on my birthday because she didn't feel like it. But whatever...... As Christy says: "What goes around comes around and around!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But my class totally owned me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sorry for being so late on that day. Sorry Mr Panda (Econs Teacher)! Jovian and Shiyun waited for me at the MRT station and when we entered class, we were greeted with the BIRTHDAY CAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a nice box was presented to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090722029054088226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXgtrAGVCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BrUkxt0bAHw/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jovian: "You finally got your own B-tech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "huh? what's inside the present?" Opening it only reveals more newspaper wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see RAZER KRAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXhA7AGVDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2YjJIrmRgzQ/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090722359766570034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXhA7AGVDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2YjJIrmRgzQ/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXhwrAGVFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O0hcuIZyY8k/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090723180105323602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXhwrAGVFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O0hcuIZyY8k/s320/Image018.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090722651824346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXhR7AGVEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hXcPESxlUyg/s320/Image016.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby is one of the fastest and deadliest weapon in the gaming world. Its 4 times faster as any mouse. That means more precise accuracy and sensitivity, just what I need for my DOTA game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people I LOVE YOU! I really love the mouse! Its beautiful! It's really a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my day beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Saturday, Mum and Sis surprised me with a CAKE and RED EGGS! Later me Christy, Jovian, Alvin and Shiyun went out to chill at Taka. Later we had Ajisen :) finally and later went to play pool at Paradiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090723579537282146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXiH7AGVGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ECk29PVE6b4/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Then we went Starbucks for a while and that's the end of my day. I'm glad I had you guys celebrating my birthday with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys on Sunday..... Monday I was greeted with Crystal's innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer ball: $50&lt;br /&gt;Gucci bag: $400&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's innocence face: PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090724021918913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXihrAGVHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CZAUnn5hohU/s200/Crystal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090724275321984146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXiwbAGVJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IrWLe7t7Qb0/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lol so cute bring such a small water bottle to school! Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual me Jovian and Alvin cracked more Bboy jokes and this is what too much of Bman jokes turn him into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090724137883030658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXiobAGVII/AAAAAAAAAE8/KSQvI_dUG4w/s400/Alvin+e+Bking.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG BKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm much better now cos now every morning when I wake up, I want to come to school. I no longer feel the sadness and the hurt cos I've gotten over it. And It's All Because Of You People!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BA rock on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-4775539232057554964?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4775539232057554964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=4775539232057554964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4775539232057554964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/4775539232057554964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time-but-thank-you-guys.html' title='A Long Time... But THANK YOU GUYS!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RqXgtrAGVCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BrUkxt0bAHw/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3027256525683008374</id><published>2007-07-17T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:27.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved On &amp; ART IS GREAT!</title><content type='html'>I think I’ve done it. I’ve moved on. From now on, I feel free and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last sat and sun I went out with Jovian and Yee Pei to study. We went to Ang Mo Kio library and Junction 8. It was a fruitful study session as I've not studied in a very long time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpw-wfd3AHI/AAAAAAAAACM/lwO2jH3Q-PM/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010681823199346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpw-wfd3AHI/AAAAAAAAACM/lwO2jH3Q-PM/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpw-T_d3AGI/AAAAAAAAACE/8WlqylaPBxA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088010192196927586" style="WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpw-T_d3AGI/AAAAAAAAACE/8WlqylaPBxA/s320/Image007.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovian owned me with his Bman technology when he showed me the new pair of headsets he bought. It’s the new Nokia Bluetooth headset. Without wires damn! I want one too! Just wait Jovy-san!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxQM_d3AII/AAAAAAAAACU/OHh6jmIgf1U/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088029863147143298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxQM_d3AII/AAAAAAAAACU/OHh6jmIgf1U/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t ask me what is Bman. If you guys have any enquires please ask Jovian or Alvin. They are experts in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICA was terrible for stats because just when Miss Teo said stop writing, I realized how to do question 3. I had a lot of blanks. I guess I need serious help for thath module. Accounting was fantastic. Even though I was a little distracted, I managed to finish the paper with the exception of the last part of question 1. I think I should be able to get a B or C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to hand up the speech outline but I only started doing now. I’m planning to interview Pam’s mum for both the speech and POM project. I wonder whether it would feel weird to see her again. I have not seen her in a very long time. But I guess we still can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m going to update my blog wallpaper. Maybe even by today. I want to show you guys a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprise Crystal! This are some of my drawings which i promised to show you. I'll show you the real ones when I've time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get ready! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088031486644781218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxRrfd3AKI/AAAAAAAAACk/8fphMeqP6zQ/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088030975543672978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxRNvd3AJI/AAAAAAAAACc/_u7bChJK3hU/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two pictures above was what I tried to paint when I was a kid. But my painting skills ain't that good so it did not turn out what I expected it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088032611926212802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxSs_d3AMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/41nt_L2W-Hw/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be in Scouts and this above is a copy of shadow drawing or shade of our founder Baden Powell. I never completed it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following four pictures are all uncompleted. I hope to complete them as soon as possible. But the inspiration come and go and if I don't catch the right feeling and moment, it will not come out good. So I'm waiting, for the feeling to come again so that I can complete them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088034411517509874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxUVvd3API/AAAAAAAAADM/A3A2Vw3NEqk/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088034926913585410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxUzvd3AQI/AAAAAAAAADU/sWUovsjqV1w/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088033050012877010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxTGfd3ANI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5obv5QmzFjM/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088032139479810226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RpxSRfd3ALI/AAAAAAAAACs/RsJe82B2U1k/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture above here is one of the four that's uncomplete. But completing it would be of no meaning as it was a picture meant for Pam cos believe it or not she was once crazy over the Winx Club. The best pictures I drew were potraits of Pam and I'm glad they are still in her possession. At least she has my art, to remember me by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally! These two pictures below are my best pieces. They are characters from Shaman King and I did an enlargement drawing from the comic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088146746387136786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpy6gfd3ARI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mfSv5amQTrQ/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088146879531122978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpy6oPd3ASI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SfpvGSYcg7A/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I'll get a chance to draw more. Till the day my inspiration comes, a belle who will make be able to draw again, shall I pick up my pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3027256525683008374?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3027256525683008374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3027256525683008374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3027256525683008374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3027256525683008374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-is-great.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved On &amp; ART IS GREAT!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rpw-wfd3AHI/AAAAAAAAACM/lwO2jH3Q-PM/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-3070210859146051409</id><published>2007-07-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:27:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT YOU GUYS!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it’s hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in pain and sorrow for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that with each coming day I’ll be a better man. I’ll be stronger and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t want to let her go. I don’t know whether I’m making the right decision. But, I’ll always love her. Deep down in my heart, she will always have a place. I will never forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pain, I guess it will go away with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jovian and Alvin for always sharing funny jokes with me! You guys always cheer me up. Jovian always gives me morning calls to make sure I wake up and make sure I’m ok. But seriously we should stop making fun of the BBOYS lol. But as far as I’m concerned, the Pool Buddies Club rocks! And of course Makes Me Wonder (without the BBoy Remix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yee Pei for always messaging me to make sure that I’m alright and always being my listening ear when I need one. She will always SMS me and asks why I am out so late and why I’m not home yet. Lol yupp so next you’re going to set my curfew eh? Haha just kidding! Thanks for being so understanding and caring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shiyun for always entertaining me with your cute behaviour. Though you don’t really know what words to use, but you will always do unexpected stuff that makes me laugh. But you should really cut down on the beatings you give me and Jovian. Don't want my mum to start questioning me about the bruises. Just kidding! Laughing is good because it takes my mind away from unhappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Crystal! This person must definitely thank because she really know how to cheer people up unknowingly. She thinks she is not really good with words but she herself is like the bright sun which can bring happiness to your heart and remind you about the innocence of the world. I’m sorry me and Jovian always disturb you but please don’t think that we are bullying you! We take pride in making you happy and amusing you! Cheers to our Yakult Club Leader!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jiaping, Bryce and Qian Yu for cheering me up by tagging my blog and on MSN. And thanks for tagging my blog! I will work hard and make sure that I will update my blog more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Christy for messaging me that day while I was on the train and lecturing me. Your message might be simple but it was the message that really woke me up. So I must really thank you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have lost her. But I’ve gained something more. I’ve gained and seen how strong, powerful and beautiful Friendship can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people! I love you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-3070210859146051409?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3070210859146051409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=3070210859146051409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3070210859146051409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/3070210859146051409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-for-your-support-you-guys.html' title='THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT YOU GUYS!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-6157122475003332285</id><published>2007-07-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:27:21.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Best Friend... Only ONE lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;ALVIN: I just realized something cool...girlfriends and boyfriends..you can have more than one in your life...but a best friend...only one...lol..&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol Alvin SMS this at 1:26am. I was already asleep.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday Alvin, me, Jovian and Jiaping were in one conversation on MSN. Lol we were teaching Alvin how to chase a girl. The conversation eventually led to an argument and then Alvin started to type everything in CAPS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he left the conversation. We thought we pissed him off and we have no intention of doing so. In the end we got him back and made him understand we're just concerned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol then he said something damn sweet like: "Jiaping, Dom, Jovian you guys are equally important to me." He was referring to as important as his future girlfriend. He said that he mixed his ex-girlfriend with his friends and there was trouble. He didn't want this to happen again and he want to chase his girl his own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That totally earned my respect Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol cheers to the pool buddies and rock on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing Off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-6157122475003332285?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6157122475003332285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=6157122475003332285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6157122475003332285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/6157122475003332285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-friend-only-one-lol.html' title='A Best Friend... Only ONE lol'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-2861508005350123130</id><published>2007-07-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:14:08.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring Sunday</title><content type='html'>A pretty boring day today for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because she's gone? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little of both.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at bout 1 or 2pm realising that I still have the clothes that I wore out last night. I fell asleep with her (she's on the other side of the line) while talking to her on the phone. I miss her voice, she missed mine. So we called and chatted. Had a little argument but everything was ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we still call each other just like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a miracle happened when I woke up. I could see clearly! No longer do i need specs! ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i noticed there were no contact lens in my casing. Just great! I left them on and slept with them. Now I can't wear them for the day or else my eyes will complain with a  nice infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so tired because I spent a whole day out with Jovian and Alvin yesterday repairing our phone and chilling out in Starbucks. Stood for a while at a bar in orchard because the singing was great. The singer was singing a song called "Lips Of An Angel" by Hinder and it reminded me so much of her. I wonder will I be singing that song if she calls me the next time. I wanted a Michael Learns to Rock Song but didn't have a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and to ALVIN: "PLEASE DON"T PIERCE YOUR LIPS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had late breakfast then played DOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little sick of it because I'm too good for the AI characters.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol then another miracle happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my stats tutorial and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal laughed when I called her and said I was doing it. She was like: "U're actually doing it?!!!" Yee Pei had some sort of a same reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol am I that "slack" in the eyes of you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I better buck up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I spend the rest of my time doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to mend my broken heart but to no avail.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have you guys right? Pool Buddies Club rox! And of course BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to catch you guys tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-2861508005350123130?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2861508005350123130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=2861508005350123130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2861508005350123130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/2861508005350123130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/boring-sunday.html' title='A Boring Sunday'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-1588326212049992446</id><published>2007-07-07T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separated</title><content type='html'>Yupp it's true.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2 years we have separated. Me and Pammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Ro9ZoTnd4yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kv83yagmOpc/s1600-h/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084381053320028962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Ro9ZoTnd4yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kv83yagmOpc/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still miss you so much, still wish that time can go back to the way before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give anything for that to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all my fault. I can't give you enough.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Why You Go Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby won't you tell me why there is sadness in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're the one who set it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you're the one to make it stop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the one who's feeling lost right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you want me to forget every little thing you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling's so strong were lasting for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were never satisfied no matter how I tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you wanna say goodbye to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is one big illusion I should try to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something left in my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling's so strong were lasting for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know which way to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ain't so much to say now between us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ain't so much for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ain't so much for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't forget the way you're kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling's so strong were lasting for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not the man your heart is missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why you go away I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why you go away I know &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing Off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-1588326212049992446?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1588326212049992446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=1588326212049992446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1588326212049992446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/1588326212049992446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/separated.html' title='Separated'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Ro9ZoTnd4yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kv83yagmOpc/s72-c/Image103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8560979192143572810</id><published>2007-07-03T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP</title><content type='html'>It’s been such a long time since I blogged….. Sorry but I have been really busy. Lets have a recap of the days that have passed by shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left school for the two weeks term break was Yee Pei’s birthday. We decided to surprise her with Winnie the Pooh and friends soft toys! Look how happy she is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RotIVDnd4sI/AAAAAAAAABM/BgIbzqjhF4c/s1600-h/Image387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083236131003032258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RotIVDnd4sI/AAAAAAAAABM/BgIbzqjhF4c/s320/Image387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then there comes our two weeks break. Some of you guys must have rested at home for the two weeks and some went to work. I spent my first week with Jovian and Alvin to play pool. Ha I guess we organized ourselves a mini 9-ball tour in our holidays huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RotJhjnd4tI/AAAAAAAAABU/YZP_V4jML74/s1600-h/Image389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083237445263024850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RotJhjnd4tI/AAAAAAAAABU/YZP_V4jML74/s320/Image389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxvMDnd4vI/AAAAAAAAABk/JHEhrHU2aBQ/s1600-h/Image391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083560332314403570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxvMDnd4vI/AAAAAAAAABk/JHEhrHU2aBQ/s320/Image391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxtITnd4uI/AAAAAAAAABc/szfuU3oZcV8/s1600-h/Image390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083558068866638562" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="75" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxtITnd4uI/AAAAAAAAABc/szfuU3oZcV8/s320/Image390.jpg" width="28" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides getting myself addicted to pool, I’ve decided that I should do something about the diminishing supply of money in my bank. Haha so me and Jovian went about looking for job interviews. I remembered it actually started when me, Alvin and Jovian went on one of our pool trips when my Pammy Baby called me. She isn’t very enthusiastic about pool and she was going to give me a scolding because I promised her I’ll get a job soon other than slacking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore to avoid the scolding, we went around Plaza Singapura to ask for jobs. We went in almost every stall except ERO lingerie stall of course. We even went to Guess. But the one that got me landed in the job was Giodarno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I spent 1 week and 3 days of my precious holiday on. Jovian and I got employed as a part-time sales assistant at an atrium sales fair at Century Square in Tampines. It was damn far away from my house but I have a direct bus that takes me there in 45 minutes so it ain’t that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it would be very bad but it turned out fine after all. Except for the fact that we have to stand for very long hours and sometimes our working hours may even stretch to 13 hours!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how busy the sale is. The worse kinds of customers are actually the very picky aunties and uncles. The shirts there were already for a discount but some even claimed that it was too expensive. OMG I don’t think $6 for a shirt is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even people who will beg you to find clothes for them. Worse part is this atrium sale does not have nicely folded and hanged clothes like thoe we see in Giodarno stores. It was a all jumbled up in a big mess and when customers ask for sizes, we have to flip and pray that we find one for them. Some people will beg for sizes you know that are not in there but you have to prove to them by finding because they will never believe you just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those two weeks were worth it because I met a lot of interesting and fun people like Jun Ming, Rachael, Rebecca, Brandon etc….. Haha thanks guys for keeping me entertained when I was so bored and tired during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxxQjnd4xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zuB20nsY7iY/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083562608647070482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RoxxQjnd4xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zuB20nsY7iY/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was I glad when the sales was over. We were lucky to be able to pack and leave early on the last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day. But we had to fold every single piece of leftover clothes in cardboard boxes. Got owned by all the clothes but whatever we managed to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s over…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the two weeks break are over…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back to school. Believe me I missed school so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s kind of bad because I’ve not been listening to classes because of my laptop. Damn can’t get my hands off MSN and games. Worse thing is I just installed DOTA and pretty soon me Jovian and Alvin would be playing DOTA in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management test was great but i bet statistics will not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8560979192143572810?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8560979192143572810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8560979192143572810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8560979192143572810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8560979192143572810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/recap.html' title='RECAP'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/RotIVDnd4sI/AAAAAAAAABM/BgIbzqjhF4c/s72-c/Image387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8587648127556194175</id><published>2007-06-04T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:50:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>Life's meaningless without you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me quick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I need you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of you last night but it's never enough. I want you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we laughed, how we cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we held hands, how we kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had another chance, I would still choose to lead my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me ASAP wor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Here&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8587648127556194175?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8587648127556194175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8587648127556194175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8587648127556194175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8587648127556194175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-8571849640559149999</id><published>2007-06-01T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:00:30.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired tired..... AFA is gone.....</title><content type='html'>After a tiring day at AFA we got our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine was bad.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just compare my face and before AFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_HSUqd6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l5k3kVj7ASg/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070990823040870658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_HSUqd6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l5k3kVj7ASg/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_IcEqd6RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EoL53uAu0Wc/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070992090056222994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_IcEqd6RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EoL53uAu0Wc/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam's busy next whole week so i don't get to spend time with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it's a double kill huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After AFA still got to see Miss Teo for Stats project..... Well at least she was cheerful to see us and that's pretty positive given the fact that she can really kill you in tutorial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school actually want to go out straight away but Alvin and Jovan doing project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seriously sick and tired.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_ijUqd6SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eCsEoRNjJUQ/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071020801912596770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_ijUqd6SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eCsEoRNjJUQ/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiafeng very stress but not over stats bah..... Haha he surfing net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_jV0qd6TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1sXNH0VOs6E/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071021669495990578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_jV0qd6TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1sXNH0VOs6E/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jovian: "Alvin! Give me the chair please!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alvin: "Zzz..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_kqEqd6UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VzrL5CLyHQw/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071023116899969346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_kqEqd6UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VzrL5CLyHQw/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy's group already doing report!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_oEEqd6VI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDyaHPu36zU/s1600-h/Uniqueness~1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071026862111451474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_oEEqd6VI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDyaHPu36zU/s320/Uniqueness~1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda say don't take her tired pic then in the end send me one nice one haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally my day's gonna be over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_HSUqd6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l5k3kVj7ASg/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-8571849640559149999?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8571849640559149999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=8571849640559149999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8571849640559149999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/8571849640559149999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-tiring-day-at-afa-we-got-our.html' title='Tired tired..... AFA is gone.....'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/Rl_HSUqd6QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l5k3kVj7ASg/s72-c/Image018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35830386.post-7149797323435976418</id><published>2007-05-30T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:24:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Blogging Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh! Back To BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted every single post and started afresh. Changed the skin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year I'm planning to include something special for my classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, I will introduce a few people, complete with interviews with them, pics so that you guys will get to know them better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with myself of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'll start working on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Here&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35830386-7149797323435976418?l=dom4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7149797323435976418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35830386&amp;postID=7149797323435976418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7149797323435976418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35830386/posts/default/7149797323435976418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dom4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-im-back-again-yeh-back-to-blogging.html' title='Back To Blogging Baby!!!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11934256586955578243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo0890tgqTE/ShpQdplwlqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/15Ty6qT-tm8/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
