<?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-6472709583440338666</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:22:14.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GilaQila</title><subtitle type='html'>Every day stuff...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6735530218200929419</id><published>2010-05-28T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:24:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED TO TUMBLR.&lt;br /&gt;ASK FOR URL IF U WANT ACCESS TO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6735530218200929419?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6735530218200929419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-moved-to-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6735530218200929419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6735530218200929419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-moved-to-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6851930142717395037</id><published>2010-05-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:08:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been feeling down this whole week. I just cant get high or feel happy. Every small things that I dont like will get on my nerves. So if treat you coldly, please understand. I just dont have the mood for anything right now. Just try to keep as far away as you can until I am feeling much better. Im in my dangerous mode, so really...please try to keep clear of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6851930142717395037?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6851930142717395037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-feeling-down-this-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6851930142717395037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6851930142717395037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-feeling-down-this-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3611840911824787294</id><published>2010-05-08T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:48:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have recovered... Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday was my first karate training. Although it was painful to art with $114, I did not regret my decision. When I first wore my gi, I was like "wtf...so big"...But so was everyone else's&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt all that tiring except for only one part of the training, which was jumping forward and backward while punching. The reason i perspired alot during training was mostly due to the fact that the gi was extremely hot and uncomfortable. I'll continue karate and hope that I will be as good as my instructor some day. Getting a black belt is easy if you just for gradings, but I rather use my time to train and spar with people. Nothing thrills me more than fighting someone stronger than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3611840911824787294?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3611840911824787294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-recovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3611840911824787294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3611840911824787294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6828071170090115822</id><published>2010-05-06T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:13:13.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is definitely wrong with my body. My hands keep trembling and i cant focus on near objects now... Kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it goes away in a few days. If not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I have fallen for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6828071170090115822?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6828071170090115822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-is-definitely-wrong-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6828071170090115822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6828071170090115822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-is-definitely-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6669125513846754191</id><published>2010-05-01T07:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:00:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been feeling down lately. No idea why though. Have been having so many random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of my random thoughts: Have you ever wondered who would miss you when u leave this Earth? And who would come to your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt come up with an answer, because I honestly don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6669125513846754191?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6669125513846754191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-feeling-down-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6669125513846754191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6669125513846754191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-feeling-down-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-7189956462970941845</id><published>2010-04-29T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:09:32.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been feeling very tired recently. I don't know why, but my body just feels tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should sleep earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was CCA drive. I went and sign up for alot of ccas. Karate, Silat, Skates club, Canoe, Fencing and Ambassador club. I am not sure which to go for. Might be signing up for Muay thai with alex today...Still unsure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Played dota yesterday with cls ppl after a few no-dota days...We lost like shit -.-  But its ok, will win some day, one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone called me and screamed at me =(    Because I uploaded an unglam photo of her haha. In the end i took it down... SEE, I NOT MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have been getting weird looks from strangers nowadays and I have no idea why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-7189956462970941845?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/7189956462970941845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-feeling-very-tired-recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7189956462970941845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7189956462970941845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-feeling-very-tired-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5151992454901574264</id><published>2010-04-25T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:00:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been going to clubhouse alot lately, and i'm not sure why. It is the exact same feeling i had when i went to NP room each day... Spending time in there, doing nothing and just hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it right for me to hang out there every day? Maybe not... Maybe it's not a place for me to be at, after all, i only took part in Fo camp and nothing else. Part of me is asking me to leave, but the other wants me to stay. No doubt it is fun hanging out with people there and I am finally having fun after 1 year of poly life...Won't think much of it now, shall just enjoy life for nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are my feelings growing for xxx?I dont know, but what i know is i dont want her outta my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5151992454901574264?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5151992454901574264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-going-to-clubhouse-alot-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5151992454901574264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5151992454901574264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-going-to-clubhouse-alot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8617202742840100962</id><published>2010-04-18T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:15:26.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is he last day of holidays. My body is still tired, i'm in need of more rest! &lt;br /&gt;I will have to sleep early tonight. School starts at 8am tmr...Sucks big time. &lt;br /&gt;I hate having classes alone =(   Why did i pick monday slot for my gems!!! ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8617202742840100962?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8617202742840100962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-he-last-day-of-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8617202742840100962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8617202742840100962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-he-last-day-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-100813562558013401</id><published>2010-04-15T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:32:27.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has just dawned upon me that I will officially be a year 2 DBS student in 4 days time. It was just one year ago when I enrolled into SP and became a full-time poly student. Time passes by so fast when all you want is more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing these past few months? I'm not very happy about my GPA, especially my first semester GPA. I admit I was playing afool during the first semester. During Semester 2, I started being more serious and actually studied more for the exams. All I can say is that my efforts showed. Year 1 cumulative GPA: 3.6&lt;br /&gt;It's time to step up my game in Year 2. There is no way I'm ever gonna get into a local uni with that kind of score. The competition is just too much. I need to plan my time well this year, because I'll be juggling more than just my studies this time. I'm hoping to join a CCA, perhaps canoe(not sure yet). Or maybe Muay thai again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to achieve a perfect GPA this semester.&lt;/s&gt; no, I will achieve it. I can do this, we all can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;God, please give me the strength to stay motivated and keep a positive mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-100813562558013401?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/100813562558013401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-just-dawned-upon-me-that-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/100813562558013401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/100813562558013401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-just-dawned-upon-me-that-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-2569631935429559442</id><published>2010-04-13T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:08:36.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time we spent together was short, but the memories we created will continue to live on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-2569631935429559442?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/2569631935429559442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-we-spent-together-was-short-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2569631935429559442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2569631935429559442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-we-spent-together-was-short-but.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6786783636773513285</id><published>2010-04-11T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:52:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have nothing better to do right now, so i guess im gonna do a proper reflection for FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just what I wanna say to everyone...*thinking of something to say to everyone is really brain-racking...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Ting : Thanks for helping me out as a partner during our camp! Even though you were sick, your support was much needed and appreciated. GADOS wouldnt be GADOS without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Xuan: Awesome camper! Initially I thought you would reject the offer to be a shim, but thankfully you didnt! Thumbs up for being brave enough for that! Im sure everyone enjoyed the night thanks to you =) And fret not over ghost stories, they are just stories after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junyi: I'm glad I met you in the camp. Thanks for helping Dexuan out during nightwalk. I know you were scared too so thumbs up for that! You were one of the pillars of GADOS imo, and im glad you were able to be high during camp. You being there probably encouraged others to be high as well =) Continue to motivate yourself and others around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice: Hello dey! Even though you zone out at times, you still managed to stay high throughout the camp! Junyi and you were already friends before the camp, so im sure u guys were comfortable. This made others feel at home and open up. so...yeah =) Hope u enjoyed the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mevis: I can't thank you enough for bringing GADOS together...You were actually that string that brought us all together. so thank you for picking up the phone just 1 day before the camp and attending it! You super highness made me high as well! haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Hey kovan girl! Why u so cheerful arh?!?! Haha. Thanks for being part of GADOS. You were so on during the games! I actually thought u wouldnt wanan play the fruit game during obstacle course, but you proved me wrong =p     continue to be cheerful and make others smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa: ZHSS Junior! yooooo. Thanks for bringing the thermoflask, even though it wasnt used. My bad =( you bonded well with the rest and easy to talk to. Continue passing on the spirit to others and stay cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geradine: Hello. When i first saw you, i thought you were quiet. I was right in some way, but wrong in others. You were quiet, but at the same time not quiet. haha. you talk to the girls and heying alot. You just cant shout well! haha sry for not noticing it and pressuring you to shout =(&lt;br /&gt;I did it with good intentions but i guess it backfired. Wasnt trying to embarass you! so im super sorry for what i did! And thanks for talking to Heying, im sure you made her more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heying: I barely heard your voice during the camp, so i cant comment much. Just be more confident in yourself and talk more alright? Maybe you need more time to open up to others, but i hope the camp gave you a memorable experience =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Wei: One word for you man, A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Most hyped up and open guy during camp i must say...Cheers, games shouting and hyping up the rest,  you did a great job making others open up. You also contributed to the group cheer. so thank you for all dat and being a great camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian: YOU! Act shy, but actually v open and hyper. I like your pole dance =)  haha. you were quite reserved on the first day, but after the first night, you and the guys actually opened up and talked more. you guys were more daring and started to shout louder. im glad you were able to open up and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: Another act shy.... Thanks for being hyper during games, motivating the rest to keep going. I heard you were the one who actually came up with the boom, shingz and leopard preenz thing? Thumbs up for that. Hope you had loads of fun during the camp =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence: YOU! ANOTHER ACT SHY! you talk alot of cock and made the guys feel more comfortable. Your talk cock session bonded the guys together. So keep talking cock! haha. Open up more to the girls. during the cheers, you tried your best and did your best during the games. I appreciate your efforts! Keep in touch with the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Wei: Benjamin!!! Abit reserved and quiet, only open to the guys. why arh? dont need shy shy lar, the girls wont eat you up =) Hope you had loads of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZhiXin: eh shaolin monk, must talk more! I know you wanted to talk, but was too shy. Dont need to speak english to us, we can understand chinese. EVEN ME! ok, not true. i can only understand basic chinese...haha. i do hope you had fun during camp and outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GADOS as a group: Hey GADOS, I hope you guys had fun during the camp and sentosa outing! I know I wasnt the best papa for you all, the reason being I'm not really much of a talker... so it probably made you guys feel uncomfortable during the first day. Im terribly sorry for that! I will keep improving myself. Please forgive me for any mistakes i made during the camp. I did my best trying to get you all to open up and bond. I hope it was enough to make you guys enjoy the camp. The friendships you made during this camp, the cheers you guys shouted. I hope it will be a memory that will forever last in your heart. I'll never forget you all, being your papa is probably the best thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;*Oh yeah, sry for ps-ing you all during the sentosa outing. I wanted you guys to mix around and meet new friends... Sooo im v sry for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai Hong: Already classmates before the camp, so I comfortable talking to you. I cant thank you enough for giving me this wonderful opportunity. I saw different sides of you during the camp. Stressed side, angry side, happy side and loads more. Depend on your friends more =) dont bear all the burden on your shoulders. Hope we will continue to be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Flea!Flea Fly! Flea Fly Flo! haha joker... thanks for being a good friend throughout the camp. I still rmb the first day of training when we had to do the banana and papaya dance together. Your openess made me feel more comfortable with the GLs, and made me open up faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kash: Can't thank you enough for being there for me during the whole journey. You talked to me when i was v quiet, and made me realise there was nothing to be afraid off. Your crazy and talk cock nature made me even more comfortable. So, i hope we continue to be good friends! Keep in touch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Fann: you also talk alot of cock. I like the nai nai nai game! You know, during first day of training, i actually thought you were a senior... When i realised you were also a soshi fan, i knew i could connect with you. so i opened up to you and i found another good friend. Hope this friendship will last till eternity.Keep in touch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Chang: too quiet la bro. cant believe you are in triathlon! good luck for future races! you were actually the first person i talked to during gl trainings, so thanks for being there and talking to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingsley: you talk too much rubbish! haha tone down abit dude. I still had loads of fun with you. Even though our time during gl trainings were short, we managed to bond well together. Cheers for that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer: ti ti ti ti ti ti A SHARK ATTACK. haha crazy high person. u look like a quiet person, but actually pretty crazy yourself. you got loads of cheers in your arsenal! You are easy to talk to, and fun to hang around with. Hope our friendship will continue to last till eternity. Keep in touch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yi: TAEYEON!!!!! another super high super crazy person! I dunno where you get your energy from! Anyone would feel at home and high just by talking to you. your highness was super contagious during the camp, and im sure this camp was a great success thanks to you. Keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: yo dragonboat girl! Even though you missed alot of training, we were able to bond with you well. That's because you were pretty open and easy to talk to. You never get mad at the jokes we made about you but instead, laughed with us! you have a great personality, so stay like that =) keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ning: Hey shining Shi Ning! You are forever smiling =) Whenever i see you smile, i cant help but smile too. Your cheerfulness lifted my spirits up when im feeling low during the trainings...Keep smiling and stay cheerful! Keep in touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I would say I'm very glad I came to this camp. The friendships i made will forever stay in my heart. Thanks everyone for giving me such a wonderful and unforgettable experience. This camp is the best thing that has happened to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6786783636773513285?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6786783636773513285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-nothing-better-to-do-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6786783636773513285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6786783636773513285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-nothing-better-to-do-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5801709267131919856</id><published>2010-04-05T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:32:41.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, gotta start my cwalk from scratch. Got super duper rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can find the time and motivation to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5801709267131919856?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5801709267131919856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhh-gotta-start-my-cwalk-from-scratch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5801709267131919856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5801709267131919856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhh-gotta-start-my-cwalk-from-scratch.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8028211227206652628</id><published>2010-04-05T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:12:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night went to eat dinner with Np mates. It's been so long since we last saw each other so we definitely talked alot. We went to Rk house at serangoon gardens. Supposed to meet at 7.30pm, but i came at 8.30pm =) Kena screamed at when i reached. Anyway, we ate and actually wanted to go to the nearby park. However, something happen. Let's just say it was something you do not want to mess with, so i quickly told the guys to walk back. I didnt want anything to happen to us, so I had to take precautions. I dunno why they dun wanna walk fast when i told them to, maybe they dont believe in that kinda stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I calmed down abit and we went to amk hub. The plan was to watch a late night movie, but there was no midnight movie for clash of titans. Disappointed, we went to nearby K-box but decided to play pool till 1am instead. Jin Rong not bad arh, so pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to JR house to chit chat and lepak. I played comp while the rest was playing mahjong. Didn understand what's so funny about it that they kept laughing. I couldnt sleep at all!&lt;br /&gt;Sleepily watched them play till 7+am and bused home at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day! Until the next time we meet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is the FO Sentosa Mass Outing. I cant wait to meet my GADOS and the rest of the freshies. Lets have a good time tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8028211227206652628?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8028211227206652628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-night-went-to-eat-dinner-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8028211227206652628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8028211227206652628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-night-went-to-eat-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5464306581785785530</id><published>2010-04-03T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:47:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally have the energy to blog. CLS FO Camp is OVERrrrr. I'm so sad, I miss GADOS!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted. I enjoyed being a GL alot!!! So thank you CAIHONG for giving me this wonderful opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the papa for GADOS. They were quiet at first but they slowly opened up and we had great time together! After the first night, everyone was closer to each other =)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's parting was bittersweet. Sad that we only had that short amount of time together, but happy that we will continue to meet each other and that it's just the beginning of a lifetime friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience has been great. The journey was long and tough, but the peak of the mountain always has the best scenery. It was worth all my effort and time, and i hope the friendships i made will continue to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 GADOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5464306581785785530?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5464306581785785530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-have-energy-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5464306581785785530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5464306581785785530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-have-energy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-1529202366677431231</id><published>2010-03-28T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:33:04.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to Beach road with Kingsley to get the pouches for the GLs.&lt;br /&gt;Found one type that was pretty big and kinda cheap too. We bargained from $29 till $20, which was quite a good price considering the quality of the pouch. We bought 3 red ones, 1 black and 1 dark blue. Red is quite nice, so is the blue. Shall who wants which colour tmr then i decide, probably the guys red and girls other colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that ate and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the camp! I hope i can make it fun for my group. I believe in my own capabilities to do so! Jia you Mutants, we can do.&lt;br /&gt;Let's cross the finishing line with a smile on all our faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-1529202366677431231?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/1529202366677431231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-went-to-beach-road-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/1529202366677431231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/1529202366677431231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-went-to-beach-road-with.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5655487976858267218</id><published>2010-03-27T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:56:14.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prep camp is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was tough, it was physically tiring, it was mentally straining. But i think all the GLs gained something from it. What doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger right?&lt;br /&gt;All the tekan we endured, all the bullshit we took, all the scolding we got.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it only made us bond even more. We are closer than ever, and considering we have only known each other for only 2 weeks, i think we have made it quite far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to go! Lets endure it and make it through the week with a smile at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5655487976858267218?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5655487976858267218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/prep-camp-is-over-it-was-tough-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5655487976858267218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5655487976858267218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/prep-camp-is-over-it-was-tough-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-7914676095976318453</id><published>2010-03-17T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:34:06.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past 3 days has been hard for me...GL trainings is super tiring, but i somehow feel its worth it. I met new friends, got closer to them and bonded. In one way or another, it felt like NPCC in sec sch. Im glad this thing worked out...Now i hope i can continue to give my fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-7914676095976318453?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/7914676095976318453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/these-past-3-days-has-been-hard-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7914676095976318453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7914676095976318453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/03/these-past-3-days-has-been-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-2007227611752670407</id><published>2010-02-26T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:33:58.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was BSBM exam. All i can say is i screwed up big time...&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that i failed and have to forward the module. If that is really the case, I think I would rather start over and choose a different course. Any sugestions???&lt;br /&gt;Well for now, all i can do is wait for 24th March to know my results before i make any decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to 4th march. Sakura on 4th march for winson's bdae!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what i should get for him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-2007227611752670407?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/2007227611752670407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-was-bsbm-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2007227611752670407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2007227611752670407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-was-bsbm-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-2681052438126249083</id><published>2010-02-14T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:57:46.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again, another meaningful story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked, "Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked one out and gave her money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and she went to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!RRRRRING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother opened another CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never procastinate when you have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-2681052438126249083?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/2681052438126249083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/again-another-meaningful-story-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2681052438126249083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2681052438126249083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/again-another-meaningful-story-there.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-4041663757284578667</id><published>2010-02-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:55:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another meaningful story i found on sgclub forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Simple Story of True Love and True Care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; --------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;           Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their&lt;br /&gt;           backs towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;           I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me&lt;br /&gt;           seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's&lt;br /&gt;           drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right&lt;br /&gt;           away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he&lt;br /&gt;           held a bamboo stick in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;           "Who stole the money?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;           I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to&lt;br /&gt;           the fault,so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two&lt;br /&gt;           should be beaten!" He lifted up the bamboo stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,"&lt;br /&gt;           Dad, I was the one who did it!"&lt;br /&gt;           The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was&lt;br /&gt;           so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his&lt;br /&gt;           breath.&lt;br /&gt;           After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my&lt;br /&gt;           brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.&lt;br /&gt;           What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in&lt;br /&gt;           the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless&lt;br /&gt;           thief!"&lt;br /&gt;           That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was&lt;br /&gt;           full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single&lt;br /&gt;           tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly.&lt;br /&gt;           My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "&lt;br /&gt;           Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."&lt;br /&gt;           I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what&lt;br /&gt;           I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just&lt;br /&gt;           happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression&lt;br /&gt;           when he protected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he&lt;br /&gt;           was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At&lt;br /&gt;           the same time, I was accepted into a university in the&lt;br /&gt;           province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,&lt;br /&gt;           packet by packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they&lt;br /&gt;           have good results? very good results?"&lt;br /&gt;           Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How&lt;br /&gt;           can we possibly finance both of them?"&lt;br /&gt;           At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of&lt;br /&gt;           father and said, "Dad, I don't want to continue my studies&lt;br /&gt;           anymore, I have read enough books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why&lt;br /&gt;           do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to&lt;br /&gt;           beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school&lt;br /&gt;           until you have both finished your studies."&lt;br /&gt;           And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to&lt;br /&gt;           borrow money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen&lt;br /&gt;           face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his studies; If not,&lt;br /&gt;           he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are&lt;br /&gt;           experiencing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I, on the other hand, had decided to further my studies at the&lt;br /&gt;           university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my&lt;br /&gt;           brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes&lt;br /&gt;           and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left&lt;br /&gt;           a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not&lt;br /&gt;           easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."&lt;br /&gt;           I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost&lt;br /&gt;           my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the&lt;br /&gt;           money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a&lt;br /&gt;           construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year&lt;br /&gt;           of my studies in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in&lt;br /&gt;           and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!"&lt;br /&gt;           Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and&lt;br /&gt;           I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with&lt;br /&gt;           dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell&lt;br /&gt;           my roommate that you are my brother?"&lt;br /&gt;           He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they&lt;br /&gt;           think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they&lt;br /&gt;           laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I&lt;br /&gt;           swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him&lt;br /&gt;           with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what people would say!&lt;br /&gt;           You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it&lt;br /&gt;           on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing&lt;br /&gt;           it. So, I think you should also have one."&lt;br /&gt;           I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into&lt;br /&gt;           my arms and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I&lt;br /&gt;           brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;           After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front&lt;br /&gt;           of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time&lt;br /&gt;           cleaning the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went&lt;br /&gt;           home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his&lt;br /&gt;           hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."&lt;br /&gt;           I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I&lt;br /&gt;           felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandag on it,&lt;br /&gt;           "Does it hurt? " I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;           "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site,&lt;br /&gt;           stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me&lt;br /&gt;           from working."&lt;br /&gt;           In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on&lt;br /&gt;           him and tears rolled down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           -----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband&lt;br /&gt;           invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't&lt;br /&gt;           want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what&lt;br /&gt;           to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just&lt;br /&gt;           take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and&lt;br /&gt;           dad here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my&lt;br /&gt;           brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the&lt;br /&gt;           maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He&lt;br /&gt;           insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start. One&lt;br /&gt;           day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable,&lt;br /&gt;           when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the&lt;br /&gt;           white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the&lt;br /&gt;           offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous&lt;br /&gt;           like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury.&lt;br /&gt;           Why didn't you just listen to us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           With a serious expression on his face, he defended his&lt;br /&gt;           decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the&lt;br /&gt;           director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager,&lt;br /&gt;           what kind of rumors would fly around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But&lt;br /&gt;           you lack in education only because of me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my&lt;br /&gt;           hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           --------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from&lt;br /&gt;           the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked&lt;br /&gt;           him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"&lt;br /&gt;           Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister."&lt;br /&gt;           He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "When I was in primary school, the school was in a different&lt;br /&gt;           village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to&lt;br /&gt;           school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my&lt;br /&gt;           gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove&lt;br /&gt;           and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were&lt;br /&gt;           trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even&lt;br /&gt;           hold her chopsticks..."&lt;br /&gt;           "From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take&lt;br /&gt;           care of my sister and will always be good to her."&lt;br /&gt;           Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention&lt;br /&gt;           to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I&lt;br /&gt;           would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy&lt;br /&gt;           occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my&lt;br /&gt;           face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Love and care for the one you love every single day of your&lt;br /&gt;           life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to&lt;br /&gt;           that someone, it may mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Have a nice day. May this story inspire you in any way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-4041663757284578667?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/4041663757284578667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-meaningful-story-i-found-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4041663757284578667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4041663757284578667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-meaningful-story-i-found-on.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5854211437407682769</id><published>2010-02-14T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:46:45.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Boy &amp;amp; the Apple Tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little&lt;br /&gt;boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the&lt;br /&gt;treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the&lt;br /&gt;tree and the tree loved to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by. The little boy had grown up and he no&lt;br /&gt;longer played around the tree every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any&lt;br /&gt;more" the boy replied. "I want toys. I need money to buy them."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but I do not have money. But you can pick all my apples and sell&lt;br /&gt;them. So, you will&lt;br /&gt;have money."The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the&lt;br /&gt;apples on the tree&lt;br /&gt;and left happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy never came back after he picked the apples.&lt;br /&gt;The tree was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-day, the boy who now turned into a man returned&lt;br /&gt;and the tree was&lt;br /&gt;excited, "Come and play with me," the tree said. "I do&lt;br /&gt;not have time to&lt;br /&gt;play. I have to work for my family. We need a house&lt;br /&gt;for shelter. Can&lt;br /&gt;you help me?" Sorry, but I do not have any house. But&lt;br /&gt;you can chop off my&lt;br /&gt;branches to build your house." So the man cut all&lt;br /&gt;the branches of&lt;br /&gt;the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see&lt;br /&gt;him happy but the&lt;br /&gt;man never came back.&lt;br /&gt;Since then the tree was again lonely and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was&lt;br /&gt;delighted. "Come&lt;br /&gt;and play with me!" the tree said." I am getting old. I&lt;br /&gt;want to go&lt;br /&gt;sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" said&lt;br /&gt;the man. "Use my&lt;br /&gt;trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be&lt;br /&gt;happy." So the man&lt;br /&gt;cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and&lt;br /&gt;never showed up&lt;br /&gt;for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man returned after many years. "Sorry, my&lt;br /&gt;boy. But I do&lt;br /&gt;not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for&lt;br /&gt;you,"&lt;br /&gt;the tree said. "No problem, I do not have any teeth to&lt;br /&gt;bite" the man&lt;br /&gt;replied.&lt;br /&gt;"No more trunk for you to climb on",&lt;br /&gt;"I am too old for that now" the man said.&lt;br /&gt;"I really cannot give you anything... the only thing&lt;br /&gt;left is my dying&lt;br /&gt;roots," the tree said with tears. "I do not need&lt;br /&gt;much now, just a&lt;br /&gt;place to rest. I am tired after all these years" the&lt;br /&gt;man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on&lt;br /&gt;and rest, Come,&lt;br /&gt;come sit down with me and rest." The man sat down and&lt;br /&gt;the tree was glad&lt;br /&gt;and smiled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is like our parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and&lt;br /&gt;Dad...&lt;br /&gt;When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when&lt;br /&gt;we need&lt;br /&gt;something or when we are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, parents will always be there and give&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;they could just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that&lt;br /&gt;is how all of us&lt;br /&gt;treat our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take them for granted we don't appreciate all they&lt;br /&gt;do for us, UNTIL&lt;br /&gt;It's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5854211437407682769?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5854211437407682769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/boy-apple-tree-long-time-ago-there-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5854211437407682769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5854211437407682769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/boy-apple-tree-long-time-ago-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-1174499198229736970</id><published>2010-02-02T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:33:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=( cwalking is hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-1174499198229736970?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/1174499198229736970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/cortez-bought-cortez-basic-leather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/1174499198229736970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/1174499198229736970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/02/cortez-bought-cortez-basic-leather.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6459372255727951832</id><published>2010-01-30T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:53:17.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a dilemna right now. Going to buy a new shoe and some clothes soon, well more precisely on Tuesday, but I am not sure which shoe to get. I already narrowed my choices to Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars Hi or Nike Cortez. Cant seem to decide between the two...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any opinions on this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6459372255727951832?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6459372255727951832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-dilemna-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6459372255727951832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6459372255727951832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-dilemna-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5031356775923455969</id><published>2010-01-09T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:16:36.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated Edmund and Samantha 's birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start from school.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and Winson showed me what he giving Edmund. He give Edmund so many things! And none for me =(   I so sad lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, after school, went to dhoby ghaut at about 5pm with Jian Liang to find a suitable stupid birthday present for Edmund and Sam. En wei joined us at about 5.20pm. He told me his sister tagged along. When i saw her, i seriously thought she was older than him until she called him 'kor'. Enwei looks so skinny and tall! No fair leh, stop growing can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around searching for stupid gifts at otaku house, literally stupid gifts. A cat ear and tail for Edmund, and a hat with bunny ears for Sam. Took a video of him wearing that. So funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.45pm, we were at Swensons. Enwei didn join us, he had a wedding dinner. So sad, next time must meet up again! Only a few of us met up, Yc and Jr couldnt make it last minute, so the number went down to 8 people. Oh well, doesnt matter. Ate, chit-chatted, and went to some open area at 9+ to cut cake. Sam and Ant came at that time with the cake. So sang birthday song and gave present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund got pranked. We wrapped up a iphone box and gave it to him. But inside only batteries. haha. Took a video of it. It was dam funny. He happy for 1 second, open it and dum-dum-dum...batteries only. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5031356775923455969?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5031356775923455969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/celebrated-edmund-and-samantha-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5031356775923455969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5031356775923455969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/celebrated-edmund-and-samantha-s.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6133769408654905258</id><published>2010-01-01T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:46:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expand social network&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revise at least thrice per week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attain a GPA of 3.7 and above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Get a girlfriend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The last 1 is impossible though, so strike that out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Birthday Robin! (thought i doubt you even read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Finished the A&amp;amp;P video yesterday. The last video was screwed up. KW talk until so boring. I'm gonna ask them to redo the last part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6133769408654905258?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6133769408654905258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-everyone-resolutions-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6133769408654905258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6133769408654905258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010-everyone-resolutions-for.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8806600841098343032</id><published>2009-12-29T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:27:49.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turning 17 soon. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8806600841098343032?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8806600841098343032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/turning-17-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8806600841098343032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8806600841098343032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/turning-17-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8992054363038873173</id><published>2009-12-25T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:53:53.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone. Although i don't celebrate it, but from the bottom of my heart, i wish you all a merry christmas. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas today, and I planned to watched 3 movies. Unfortunately, Santa gave me "bad boy" present. My lower eyelid of my left eye is swollen. I woke up today and looked into the mirror, I was shocked. My lower eyelid looked like someone had gave me a punch. It feels sore and painful whenever I blink. I'll go to the doctor later today, although i doubt the clinic is open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, already planned to watch Chipmunks 2, Avatar and Sherlock Homes wih E&amp;S. Spoil plan only =( I guess today I'll just stone at home. December has always been a lonely month for me, even on my birthday! Sad right, I know. Oh wells, that's just life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my school assignments are still untouched. Have to start doing them tomorrow. Hope I can finish everything a.s.a.p and when my eye is healed, must do the A&amp;P video. I hope Kai Wen will be contactable during the last week of school holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8992054363038873173?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8992054363038873173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8992054363038873173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8992054363038873173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-9068983297633830521</id><published>2009-12-20T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:37:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its the holidays for me now, and im very very bored at home. That's why got time to blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been up to lately...&lt;br /&gt;Well not much really. I joined quite a few of things in school ie. mainly Peer Mentoring and CLS International Day Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer Mentoring is quite fun, get to meet new friends. Basically what i do is guide them on their English, really basic English ie. tenses, punctuation...&lt;br /&gt;I always thought English was common sense, well at least to me. But there are people out there that have difficulty in English. It was pretty hard for me to explain to them the principles behind the usage of the words, eg. why use have been.&lt;br /&gt;So, i get to reinforce my English, while meeting new friends and at the same time, improve my terrible communication skills. And the CCA points for doing this thing is quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;ps:some of the mentees are quite cute =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for international CLS Day, we are still in the midst of planning it. I was half an hr late for the first meeting, so paiseh... Just couldnt get my ass out of the house on that day. Well, anyway I still went and they were all waiting for me. Reached and immediately had to choose a post i favoured. None appealed to me so the teacher-in-charge gave me the role of a event coordinator. I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do though. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the day itself, we are gonna have some pretty interesting games such as Guess that Song/movie/Music video, whereby we show them snippets of the song/movie/mv, and they have to guess it. Prizes would be movie tickets i think.&lt;br /&gt;We were also planning to perform Nobody Dance, though there is no way in hell I'm gonna do it. Another possible activity is a skit. I sure hope I'm not the main character in it, even though teacher already hinted that he wanted me...&lt;br /&gt;The committee is gonna discuss about the skit tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school assignments, I haven't done a thing. Will start soon. Also have to revise abit.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;~Qil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-9068983297633830521?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/9068983297633830521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-its-holidays-for-me-now-and-im-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/9068983297633830521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/9068983297633830521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-its-holidays-for-me-now-and-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5925647473975624322</id><published>2009-08-17T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:11:58.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, overdue post regarding Muay Thai training on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Muay Thai training after 2 weeks of break(well not really, i was sick on both Fridays), expecting the normal training. Little did i know, i was in for a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the gym with Alvin kinda late. I expected the same amt of ppl, but not alot turned up. Only about 11 ppl, including us, showed. That was when i knew something was gonna be different. Why? Small class.&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, i hoped for the best. The coach came in at about 4.30pm announced that today's training is gonna be physical training, meaning stamina training. I knew it was gonna be tough but i didn exactly know how tough , until 5 seconds later.   2 ROUNDS OF 5 MINUTES PADWORD. i was like OH SHIT. i could barely cope with the 2 rounds of normal 2 mins padwork.&lt;br /&gt;And so, alvin went first and i held the pads for him. Holding the pads were painful tiring enough. But it was gonna get tougher. My turn came, and i tried my best at the start. I punched the pads with abt 70-80% of my energy, kicking and pushing. After 1 minute, i was dead tired. But i persevered. I held on till the first 5 minutes was up. I dont know how i held on, but i did. Thoughout the 5 minutes, all i ever thought about was : I wanna quit. It's a miracle i held on.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i rested for awhile and did the second round. Now, after the second round, my arms and legs felt like jelly. It was just so tiring. During the last few seconds of the padwork, i gave my all at kicking with full power. IT FELT SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the training, i was thinking about giving up and quitting MT. But i know  i'll regret it if i quit now. So, i'll hold on till im satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, MT taught me alot more than NPCC. and im sure it will give me many more lessons abt perseverance and mental strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;played ard with slogan making website. here are some that i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Easy, Breezy, Beautiful Aqil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Aqil"&gt;more Aqil slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;There's First Love, and There's Aqil Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Aqil"&gt;more Aqil slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #cca solid;color:#000"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000"&gt;Double the Pleasure, Double the Aqil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" method="get"&gt;Enter a word for your own slogan: &lt;input type="text" name="word" SIZE=10&gt; &lt;input type="submit" value="Generate" class="button"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.6em; padding:0px"&gt;Generated by the &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertising Slogan Generator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan?word=Aqil"&gt;more Aqil slogans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cool eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5925647473975624322?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5925647473975624322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-overdue-post-regarding-muay-thai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5925647473975624322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5925647473975624322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-overdue-post-regarding-muay-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3388368181668007378</id><published>2009-08-01T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:09:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been feeling very sick since thursday night. High fever till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night&lt;br /&gt;39.8 °C. Couldnt sleep at all. I was sweating profusely. Forced to cover myself in 2 blankets, but felt hotter. If i didn cover myself in the blankets, felt dam cold. So i just had to endure the heat. Couldnt stand shivering due to the coldness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning i went to the doctor. My fever subsided to abt 37.8°C. Doc' asked me if i wanted to test for h1n1, but i refused since i didnt have any flu. So he gave me my preciption and i ent home to rest. When i woke up, my fever rose up to 39.6°C again. Felt dam irritated. At medicine and slept again. Woke up at night and played comp. Felt better even though my fever didn go down. Maybe i was just used to it. Well anyway, mum forced me to eat and gave me barley water. According to her, its supposed to cool down my body. but it didn work... Well anyway, after awhile, i went to sleep again. Slept alot on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously feel horrible right now. But good news is my fever subsided to 37.8°C. Hopes it continue to go down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3388368181668007378?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3388368181668007378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-been-feeling-very-sick-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3388368181668007378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3388368181668007378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-been-feeling-very-sick-since.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-135176561692072622</id><published>2009-07-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:39:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw an interesting sight this morning. Was in the mrt(the green line), at the last cabin. Well, there was this Sp guy sitting down on the floor and reading his notes near the mrt door. He wasnt disturbign anyone or anything, neither was he blocking anyone. At Tiong Bahru, this handicapped lady in a wheelchair came in. She loudly said EXCUSE ME, expecting all of us to give way for her to come into the mrt, even tho it was already packed. This was still ok i guess. But, when she came in, she looked at the sp guy with this disgusted look, a face saying "you are an idiot for sitting there and blocking people". She kept looking at him over and over again. By this time, i was serious disgusted and pissed. In the first place, she is the one blocking the rest, not the sp guy. Its not even the reserved area for handicapped citizens for god's sake. There IS an area reserved for wheelchair-bound people. Why didn she go there in the first place? Why block the door and act as if she has done nothing wrong? Instead, she's blaming others. Fking inconsiderate assholes. Seriously, wanted to give one tight slap across her face. Know your place is society and dont cause us inconvinience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty boring day. Cellbio practical wasnt that much fun, since i was pissed and almost blew off at some of my classmates. Overall, think i did pretty well controlling it. Was playing psp the whole day and didnt bother listening in Microbio class. Need to catch up on my studies soon. Rwp was boring as usual. Somehow, i became the comp expert for the lecturer, even tho i was only fooling around... Oh well. That's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-135176561692072622?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/135176561692072622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-interesting-sight-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/135176561692072622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/135176561692072622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-interesting-sight-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-388536824358639407</id><published>2009-07-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:47:20.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday : After a long hiatus from muay thai, i finally got back to training. Went home after school to rest and sleep. Almost overslept but luckily, my willpower pulled through. So i went to clarke quay to meet up with Alvin b4 heading over to the gym. Was kinda shocked when i saw new ppl. Thought i was in the wrong class. Kept asking alvin whether got any changes, but he didn know either. Anyway, continued on with training, and turns out, trainign was cancelled due to some last minute thing the coach had to attend to. So he gave us a quick formal training and thought us a new move. Quite effective i must say. Grab the opponents leg when he wanna kick u, and kick his other leg. Pull him to ground . As coach say, you give me this, i give u back 10 times. After that, ard 5.15pm coach had to leave and left us to do our own training. AS always, me and Alvin slacked and just sit down to watch others. For some reason, everytime we attend training, it's cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;"So we must keep coming, then all kena cancelled."-Alvin&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, was tired after that half an hr. My legs cudnt take it anymore. After the training, my legs had bumps and bruises. Probably coz i kicked with the wrong technique or too hard for my leg to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Stayed at home all day and slacked. Practised Face-Beck on the guitar. Getting better at it. happy! Watched Death Note and some other shows to pass the time. Need to start revising soon. Else, im gonna fall behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Anthia, np. Anytime u needa talk, just contact me. Once a squadmate, always a squadmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-388536824358639407?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/388536824358639407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-after-long-hiatus-from-muay-thai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/388536824358639407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/388536824358639407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-after-long-hiatus-from-muay-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-4860560283568896628</id><published>2009-07-19T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:10:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleeping very very late today. Waiting for the rain to come. Hope it does come, or else me waiting will have no meaning.  Need to collect rainwater for microbio independent exercise. Such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very bored this weekend. Intended to catch Harry Potter and the half blood prince but i heard it's a bad movie; doesnt justify the book. So i'm having second thoughts. Well i guess they cant put everything into 2 and 1/2 hrs, but they should at least make it good right? I heard there was no real links, and there was more of bgr instead of the focus on Harry and Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Footloose today. A great classic movie. Hope the remake of the movie will be good. The lead must be as good, if not, better than Kevin Bacon. Seriously dont wanna see a classic movie turned into junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited about Beck Live Action. Hope it comes out sooner. Last time i checked, its scheduled to be released in Japan during Fall season, i think. Hope the actors can play the instruments properly...Well, they are going through intensive training right now. Beck was a good anime. Please dont ruin it for me. Oh yea, the lead actor is also the protaganist for Kamen rider Den-O. So its kinda fitting, seeing both of the characters are supposed to be shy and vulnerable to bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely bored right nw. When will this boring lifestyle of mine end? I want more excitement in my life. Why cant reality be those you see in action-packed movie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-4860560283568896628?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/4860560283568896628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-very-very-late-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4860560283568896628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4860560283568896628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping-very-very-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3764024436788431036</id><published>2009-06-27T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:49:05.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is wrong with my jaw again. Hate it when this happens. Eating, drinking and even laughing becomes a problem. It's so painful to fully open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a specialist last year, and he said it would heal naturally, so it doesnt require any surgery.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he was wrong...It's still there! Stupid dentist. Ahh pain. Cant even yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3764024436788431036?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3764024436788431036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-is-wrong-with-my-jaw-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3764024436788431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3764024436788431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-is-wrong-with-my-jaw-again.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5303672325017132732</id><published>2009-06-26T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:26:16.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad news today.  Michael Jackson has left us.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P MJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ's music has been a large part of my childhood. I still remember dancing and singing along while listening to his songs. My fav would be Billie Jean, Beat it, Thriller &amp;amp; Heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;He had made such a big impact on the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King Of Pop will forever live within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Forever a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have done some despicable things, but who hasnt?&lt;br /&gt;To me, he will forever be the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;No one else will ever replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to concentrate on studying today. Wont make it if i keep getting distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5303672325017132732?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5303672325017132732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-news-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5303672325017132732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5303672325017132732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-286689832382184769</id><published>2009-06-24T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:27:47.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://ourfeistyprincess.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support this little girl raise funds for her medical expenses.Please dont let this girl suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Do your part by donating .&lt;br /&gt;there is a Soccer charity match this Sunday. tickets are going for $10 ea. Please visit the blog for more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-286689832382184769?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/286689832382184769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpourfeistyprincess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/286689832382184769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/286689832382184769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpourfeistyprincess.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8919573120249058529</id><published>2009-06-23T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:49:10.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching a film about tourettes syndrome. It was very motivating and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;The protagonist had to through alot of difficulties to achieve an almost impossible dream; a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show, it showed his emotions. Anger, disappointment and frustration with his constant companion. But one thing he nvr does is give up. At the end of the film, he said that tourettes syndrome was his greatest teacher. It taught him nvr to let anything stop him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder, why god give these diseases to such good people. And why I myself dont have such diseases. What makes them different from me? Why isit that despite their circumstances, they can still do a hell lot better than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an email for an old friend of mine from back in sec sch. She wanted to tell my abt a campaign supporting children with cancer. She asked me to join her for a shave. Hair for hope.Thats the name of the campaign. And i agreed immediately. Checked out their site, and got a great disappointment. The online registration for the shave was already closed unfortunately. So, i guess ill just do my part and donate to the organisation. You guys cna help too. Visit their site at http://www.ccf.org.sg/hfh/index.php&lt;br /&gt;Asked a few friends regarding the  shave and was kinda disappointed with their answers. All of them said no to it. I understand for the girls, but guys...cmon, hair will grow back wont it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: good news, turns out there is a walk-in shave. maybe i'll do it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days left to mug. ARGH. May god give me the strength to stay focused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8919573120249058529?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8919573120249058529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-finished-watching-film-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8919573120249058529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8919573120249058529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-finished-watching-film-about.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3555298015027302117</id><published>2009-06-22T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:24:32.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days left to study. Will i make it in time? Not at the current rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3555298015027302117?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3555298015027302117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-be-afraid-of-when-your-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3555298015027302117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3555298015027302117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-be-afraid-of-when-your-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6645048015043530945</id><published>2009-06-20T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:00:17.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 week left to study and finish up reports.&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking and im still taking my own sweet time .&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. gotta focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone is in pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone reaches it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6645048015043530945?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6645048015043530945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-week-left-to-study-and-finish-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6645048015043530945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6645048015043530945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-week-left-to-study-and-finish-up.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-7348160715121069906</id><published>2009-06-19T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:52:00.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling down. Feeling angry.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time i stop pretending, and just be me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry if i dont talk to u, dont be sad if i dont even smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;That's just who i am, from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;It's finally time to stop trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for the sake of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-7348160715121069906?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/7348160715121069906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-are-just-illusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7348160715121069906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7348160715121069906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends-are-just-illusions.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3092839549536753629</id><published>2009-06-16T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:02:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dug out some pictures of myself when i was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjeziYYVNkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsGXYk0EC4/s1600-h/babyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjeziYYVNkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsGXYk0EC4/s320/babyme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940485767181890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/Sjezi3H_RXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vLeiXg3cOSo/s1600-h/meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/Sjezi3H_RXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vLeiXg3cOSo/s320/meme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940494020134258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjezivGASoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zAcHQiYEIBc/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjezivGASoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zAcHQiYEIBc/s320/me2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940491864328834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjezjIvVKXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/00eS42yXYc8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjezjIvVKXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/00eS42yXYc8/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940498748549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/Sjezi5gerII/AAAAAAAAAAs/ADL_o8jFHRw/s1600-h/cool+baby+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/Sjezi5gerII/AAAAAAAAAAs/ADL_o8jFHRw/s320/cool+baby+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940494659726466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite cute right? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3092839549536753629?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3092839549536753629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/dug-out-some-pictures-of-myself-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3092839549536753629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3092839549536753629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/dug-out-some-pictures-of-myself-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LgXTvP8oMdE/SjeziYYVNkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsGXYk0EC4/s72-c/babyme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3662447139430214286</id><published>2009-06-12T08:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:57:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gd mornin'. Just woke up from a long sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the body language talk. Quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate on it, since alot of it has to do with sexual appearance and attrraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTN DAY! I was expecting something fun. While walking to the big tree, i was bitten by red ants a couple of times. Guess they think im tasty. Turned out to be a total bummer. The games organised were not really fun, and kinda lame -.- The suprise mass dance was the best tho :)  haha, edmund shud know why. I got too high during mass dance and made alot of crap jokes. And so, after the mass dance, it was farewell.. SAD LA,too hesitant to ask. DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;After that, a few of us stayed back to play in the water. It was quite fun. Played in the water for almost an hour before they buried me alive. Had some trouble getting out of the sand.&lt;br /&gt;We makan-ed and headed for home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day for me: mass dance =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to changi village and ecp again today. meeting my npcc squadmates. I have a feeling the atmosphere wont be the same anymore. Thinking of skipping muay thai training today. Kinda lazy to go since im still tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3662447139430214286?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3662447139430214286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/gd-mornin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3662447139430214286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3662447139430214286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/06/gd-mornin.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5915823765157992485</id><published>2009-05-28T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:23:15.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just ate my breakfast. Skipping school today...no mood go school.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming! Finally can meet up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, Kaiwen,Edmund and I went to gym. We wanted to work out...but it turned out to be quite a failure. My arm didn even ache the next day. Next time have to push myself even harder. And i have to start training my running. Now, no stamina to do anything much.After that, ZengHui,Kaiwen,Edmund and I went to Yio Chu Kang Sakura outlet. We did our IDEAS project there, and had to rate their service and other useless stuff which i dun really care abt. Let's just say the results for sakura aint very good. Alot of areas to improve. The only thing i liked there was the songs they played and the CHICKEN CHOP! the chicken chop was dam nice.&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun at sakura tho. Looking at how edmund struggled to eat all the sushi that i took for him was funny. Now he has a new phobia; phobia of sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much happened on Tuesday. Except that i pon RWP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a DBS briefing yesterday. Cant wait for the PTN. Finally an event where the class can bond.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the back design for our dbs shirt...but im still gonna buy it. August 3rd, DBS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, i doubt there's gonna be anything much to say. I'll be at home staring at the computer or tv all day long and relax. Oh, just rmbered. I woke up 2am today to catch the finale of champions league. A disappointing match. Man utd didn play very well, and barcelona deserved the title. Stupid man u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5915823765157992485?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5915823765157992485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-ate-my-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5915823765157992485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5915823765157992485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-ate-my-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-4590986083148790308</id><published>2009-05-22T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:00:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my first training of Muay thai today...&lt;br /&gt;Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, i was so hyped up about it. Couldnt wait to start training, nw im dead tired and sleepy. My body aches, and i mean everything. From the arms to the legs, my back and my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;The warm-up tired me out in the first 15 minutes. The padwork was worse. 2mins of padwork was enough to kill me. Guess im not fit enough, have to keep on persevering and train more often.Have to go to the gym more often and train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Sugan and Alvin at around 2pm to eat and went to the gym. I forgot to bring shoes, so had to stay outside the gym and wait for them to finish their workout...Stupid auntie.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we chatted and i found out something interesting. eg. who they like in my class etc. some of it were funny. Finally found out who sugan liked(this 1 is very interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep and rest soon.&lt;br /&gt;gdnites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-4590986083148790308?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/4590986083148790308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-my-first-training-of-muay-thai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4590986083148790308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4590986083148790308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-my-first-training-of-muay-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8658128764488623422</id><published>2009-05-13T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:39:39.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how one moment i am so calm,&lt;br /&gt;and the next my heart is beating so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i look at her, my heart races.&lt;br /&gt;How do i stop this?!?! Dont wanna act weird around her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8658128764488623422?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8658128764488623422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny-how-one-moment-i-am-so-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8658128764488623422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8658128764488623422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-funny-how-one-moment-i-am-so-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-5039462767051023581</id><published>2009-05-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:58:01.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>comp causing problems for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-5039462767051023581?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/5039462767051023581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/comp-causing-problems-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5039462767051023581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/5039462767051023581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/comp-causing-problems-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6261199643646661777</id><published>2009-05-10T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:04:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found my specs, well my Mum was the one who actually found it. Under the couch... Think my cats played with my specs and pushed it under there at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just finished doing the oxidative phosphorylation report. Super complicated stuff. Dont understand alot of things. Hopefully tmr, i'll be able to clear them up by asking Zeng Hui or Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Basic Microbiology quiz just now. Had to redo like 10 times before i finally got full marks?&lt;br /&gt;Finding the last question that i got wrong took me like 7 quizzes. A total waste of time...Stupid micrometer and nanometer! so, thx jian wei for pointing that out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired...probably gonna turn in early for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6261199643646661777?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6261199643646661777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-my-specs-well-my-mum-was-one-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6261199643646661777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6261199643646661777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/found-my-specs-well-my-mum-was-one-who.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-7759218876014399322</id><published>2009-05-09T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:50:55.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPECTACLES MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-7759218876014399322?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/7759218876014399322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/spectacles-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7759218876014399322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7759218876014399322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/spectacles-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-881336833321654802</id><published>2009-05-08T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:48:14.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's finally Friday again. I'm gonna rest well this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Today had been a pretty boring day. 41/2 hrs of lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was still ok. The problem was chem. At the 2nd hour of chem, my eyes were already heavy. I didn absorb much in the last hr, especially the vectors part. Gonna have to read it through and try to understand. Shouldnt have signed the paper in the first place. Should have strongly object!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecturer dismissed us, went to cca showcase tot ake a look again. Edmund,jm and jl signed up for canoeing. I was still looking ard, waiting for Alvin to come and sign up for muay thai together...Was kinda afraid he wudnt turn up, but luckily he did. And we asked a qns regarding the training and signed up for it. Hopefully, he will be my sparring partner.Think we are both featherweights. Had to pay $50 for every 10 sessions though, that's every 2 1/2 months. More than $200 per year...and equipments are not included yet. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muay thai ftw! shall train hard to achieve the best results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-881336833321654802?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/881336833321654802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-friday-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/881336833321654802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/881336833321654802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-friday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-506287114571775366</id><published>2009-05-07T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:48:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very tired right now. I hate it when im down with a flu. My body will just feel weak and i'll get very sleepy. Had a hard time staying awake in class, but thx to chuin hao's sick jokes, i managed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at fc3 for the first time today. The food there is way better than at fc2. Much better. We were lucky to get a table tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a dilemma now. Not very sure on which cca to join. I really want to try muay thai, but no1 wants to go with me. It's either muay thai or canoeing. So, will somebody please join muay thai with me?!?! Hope i can convince alvin to join .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If all fails, guitar it shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-506287114571775366?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/506287114571775366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-very-tired-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/506287114571775366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/506287114571775366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-very-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-152330286481756150</id><published>2009-05-03T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:21:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED OFF AT ZBRUSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been doing since 7pm and whats my end result? absolutely nothing and rubbish models.&lt;/span&gt; Shall cool down and sleep soon. Start trying again tmr. Hope i come up wih something good tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Aqil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-152330286481756150?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/152330286481756150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/pissed-off-at-zbrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/152330286481756150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/152330286481756150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/pissed-off-at-zbrush.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-4499003922542020130</id><published>2009-05-02T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:27:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a break from trying to figure out what to write for the 1k word report on Koch's Postulate and its problems/issue...Its seriously diffcult. I doubt my team and i can even get to 700 words. Explaining koch's postulate wouldnt really be a problem, but discussing its issues will be a hard task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting IDEA's powerpoint presentation. Z-brush is killing me, cant seem to get anything good out of it. I'm not really a creative person, and asking me to do these things would be the same as forcing me to write with my left hand. Nothing good will come out of it. guess ill just have to keep trying till i come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into week 3 of school, and im already quite lost in the subjects involving bio. I'll have to read up on secondary school bio and catch up with the rest, if i ever wish to excel, or even pass these modules. Dont wanna disappoint my parents after they sacrificed so much to send me to poly. Shall start being serious towards my poly work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, does anybody have sec sch bio textbk they can lend/give me?&lt;br /&gt;contact me if u do.&lt;br /&gt;thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;aqil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-4499003922542020130?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/4499003922542020130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-break-from-trying-to-figure-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4499003922542020130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/4499003922542020130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-break-from-trying-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-266178165668068847</id><published>2009-05-01T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:57:46.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been thinking alot today, about my life.&lt;br /&gt;Past, present,future.&lt;br /&gt;What i did,am doing and will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly has been one hell of a change in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this change is bad, i did make some good friends in poly.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the guys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh nvm, dont know hw to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just think its time to move on and somehow let go of the past, and think abt my present and future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-266178165668068847?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/266178165668068847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-thinking-alot-today-about-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/266178165668068847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/266178165668068847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-thinking-alot-today-about-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-251859389761876804</id><published>2009-04-29T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:23:23.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, it's been a long time since i last posted something. Actually wanted to let this blog be dead, but PY asked me to update. Since nothing else to do now, ill just make a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already in the second week of school. Lectures this week had been quite fun and interesting. Especially microbio and cellbio. Biology is quite a difficult subject, especially for me and edmund since we dont have bio backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite settled in the class. Mixing well with the boys, with the girls not so much. Just cant find any reason or topic to talk abt with em. Well, maybe in time will start talking more.&lt;br /&gt;Quite satisfied with SP, only thing is the long journey. I absolutely hate standing on the MRT for 40-50mins with a heavy bag(have to bring lappy to sch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i just rmbered. I have a blood test on next Wed...Kinda scared. Never had blood taken from me b4. Hope its not as painful as i expected it to be. Hopefully i dont start crying and embarrass myself =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cant decide on which cca to join. Hopefully the cca showcase will help me with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of taking up martial arts or sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Aqil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-251859389761876804?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/251859389761876804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/251859389761876804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/251859389761876804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-its-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-7164385969600924347</id><published>2009-03-09T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:21:55.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold my Omnia.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Nokia 5800 Music Xpress(blue edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the nokia for 2 days now, and honestly, its way better than samsung omnia. the touchscreen is more smooth and it doesnt lag much. The design is abit bulky, but its lighter than the omnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better touchscreen interface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good sound quality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free music download for a year(yay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Qwerty keyboard is not too small, just right for speed typing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fast and easy side button to lock the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.5mm headphone jack, so u can change to other headphones if u dun like the nokia headset.(very convinient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abit complicated, i still cant figure out how to personalize the theme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera sucks(what to expect, its a music phone...) , so i dont suggest this phone to ppl who needs a gd cameraphone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;User interface is inconsistent.(eg, single click and double click; scroll up and scroll down)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini Qwerty keyboard is total garbage, no use for it since its so effing small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking out of Micro sd card, sim card is troublesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting on and taking out the handstrap is troublesome(have to take off the battery cover first)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall: Definitely better than Omnia. No regrets buying this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went to cut my hair at the usual salon. The hairdresser cut my back so song, even tho i told her i wanted to keep it long. End up have short hair...Dunno wtf the hairdresser was thinking, but i dun blame her. My fault for nt making myself clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to amk hub to catch a movie, Push.&lt;br /&gt;Rating:3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction was unclear, i didn understand anything in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Mid section was boring. Only 1 or 2 fight scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion/ending was too easy. shud have given the bad guy a tougher time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to sleep. Not sure why im so sleepy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-7164385969600924347?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/7164385969600924347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7164385969600924347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/7164385969600924347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3511355372147746554</id><published>2009-02-27T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:32:19.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre Of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched the last episode of 1 Litre Of Tears yesterday. Cried 3 times...&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, 1 litre of tears is a japanese drama based on true story of a 15 year old girl who have an incurable disease known as spinocerebellar degeneration disease. It's a disease which due to unknown causes, the cerebullum shrinks and affects your spinal cord,resulting in the loss of speech, and immobility of your 4 limbs, without affecting the mind. A fate worse than death imo.&lt;br /&gt;The drama is a re-enactment of her life ,as described from her diary, from when she was diagnosed with the disease till her death in her twenties. How normal things became diffcult. How she became disabled, how she eventually cudnt talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i didn really feel anything in the first few episodes. But after awhile, the drama got to me. One of the lines in the drama which really got to me was "Why did this disease choose me?"&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder why is it that such a cheerful and nice girl get such a cruel disease.&lt;br /&gt;And i began to realise how precious this good life god has given me, the health god has given me and how precious little things that normal humans do not appreciate are. Walking, talking and even eating and swallowing food. These things that some cannot enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;From the drama, "I realise now how health is such a blissful thing". I was able to relate to the drama probably because i have asthma. Running ,which is easy for most people, is such a hard task for me. I get breathless very easily. Waking up in the middle of the night coz i cant breathe properly. I too wonder why asthma chose me. I want to be able to run freely without getting breathless and tired too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the drama, it opened my heart and eyes. It made me feel more confident of my choice to apply for the biomedical science in SP. I will become a researcher one day, and i will aim to find cures of illnesses. I want to help those diagnosed with such cruel diseases.&lt;br /&gt;If possible, i want to become a doctor too, but reality is not always that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this drama series to all. Go watch it, it will change your way of thinking. Appreciate your life right now, you may never know when it may have an unexpected turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jm hs today, and watched some shows. After that, Edmund persuaded us to go back to ZHSS at 4.30pm...but as usual, we left jm hs half an hr later, coz jm refused to bath. When we arrived at zhss, to our disappointment, we couldnt enter anymore because it was past 5pm. so we went to F&amp;amp;B instead and waited for our npcc mates, but only anthia and jiaqi came. the CIs went for hiking and overnight camp at dunno where. went back to opp zhss and accompanied jiaqi and anthia to eat dinner. Then coincidentally, met Jk, weichong,lucas they all... WC came running across and talked with us, and the rest followed suite. Talk talk awhile and went home lol. Was nice to see them after a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3511355372147746554?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3511355372147746554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-litre-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3511355372147746554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3511355372147746554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre Of Tears'/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-6167670792324296886</id><published>2009-02-14T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:27:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all couples, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwQBWDkodvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwQBWDkodvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To those who broke up b4 valentine's day, o.. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;This might cheer u up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHB2_eqRBTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHB2_eqRBTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats all for now... just wanted to share some good songs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-6167670792324296886?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/6167670792324296886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all-well-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6167670792324296886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/6167670792324296886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-2941639989315840693</id><published>2009-02-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:21:12.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up and bathed. After that checked my facebook and saw aj rafael's status saying he's doing a live show on blogtv. quickly pressed the link and was lucky that it was still on... had to wait for 53 mins b4 i entered the main chatting room. the waiting room was hellish with so many haters.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i watched it till he ended it. Was quite funny at times. He played some random songs like powerpuff girls and power rangers theme song. Overall, was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went go sweelee with jm and jl. He bought a gig bag for his Kelly Star at $77...so ex.&lt;br /&gt;I compared the prices for a capo in sweelee in a shop opp it,dunno wads it called, and i was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;The capo was going for $40+ in sweelee, but only $20+ in the other shop.cant believe the price difference, its like 2x more exp. Seems like sweelee is such a ripoff. Dunno why ppl keep going back to sweelee even tho they know they are getting ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed back to zhonghua. met up with edmund coz he want take his pick, so we went in to zhss together.Felt kinda weird going back to sec sch in homeclothes. Saw Ms Tan and my squadmates as we entered the canteen. First thing she said to me was " why is your hair so long?"&lt;br /&gt;i just shrugged it lol. Dont know why people keep telling me my hair is long, i think its still not that long...btw, Anthia cudnt make it(even tho she was the person who organised the go-back-to-unit thing *frowns*) . Met jr there.  John Sir came back lol. dunno why so many ppl came back to unit today. He was teaching at yangzheng pri as a relief teacher(i think)!&lt;br /&gt;After that, talk talk, slack slack, kena bullied abit and went for dinner at mac ard 7.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Asked for student meal and still gt it lol, even tho im a poly student!&lt;br /&gt;Then discussed abt finding a job. edmund commented that if jl,jm and me dun find a job and slack till april, we wud have been slacking for half a year...quite true =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and went home at 8.15pm. Took mrt to kovan and wanted to walk home, but took the bus instead. Went out of hs with $7+ in ezlink card, came back with only a few cents left. Travel fare so ex! so unfair for poly students...i say government shud give us student fare, or at least a special fare thats cheaper than normal...can die le like that, sp so far from kovan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now trying to  re-learn guitar, forgot everything i learned b4...also trying to play hallelujah lol. We'll see how it turns out in 5-6 months. haha long long, coz i nt dat serious. just learn for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-2941639989315840693?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/2941639989315840693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/woke-up-and-bathed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2941639989315840693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/2941639989315840693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/woke-up-and-bathed.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-9120171899394125400</id><published>2009-02-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:49:52.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Calmed down after listening to hallellujah a few times. That song is so soothing to the heart, even tho i aint no christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cover done by kinagrannis(a wonderful singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOjGny7u23k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOjGny7u23k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;i heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that david played and it pleased the lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music, do you&lt;br /&gt;well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this room and i've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;i used to live alone before i knew you&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;but love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when i moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all i've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-9120171899394125400?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/9120171899394125400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/calmed-down-after-listening-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/9120171899394125400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/9120171899394125400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/calmed-down-after-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-238699394749748236</id><published>2009-02-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:02:13.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so fking pissed right now. Stupid father, expect everything to be done his way. He think he god, every1 must follow him. He doesnt even do half the things he ask me do. Dam hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what i did in my previous life that made god give me this fking life. I wish he would just take my life away right now, no more hatefulness, no more sorrow. Just eternal slumber ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesnt happen, i'm gonna study hard, get a loan from government or wadeva and study abroad when im going uni. after that im gonna try and get a good job and live far far away, disappear without a trace. I'll look forward to the day i can leave this fking house forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i wish this was like click, where u got a remote to fast forward life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-238699394749748236?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/238699394749748236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-fking-pissed-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/238699394749748236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/238699394749748236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-fking-pissed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-8668128797254997528</id><published>2009-02-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:02:24.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up a 9am today, my mom just had to wake me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned my um2 today for a few hrs today. The sound is more clear and getting better. The highs is stronger now. im getting addicted to it. Only got 1 small problem, i need get smaller sized shure olives. the current 1(medium) is abit big and sometimes abit painful and irritating. Need to head down to jaben soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hsm3 2 more times again today. Didn know wad else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh im v bored now...right nw watching rerun of grammys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-8668128797254997528?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/8668128797254997528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/woke-up-9am-today-my-mom-just-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8668128797254997528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/8668128797254997528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/woke-up-9am-today-my-mom-just-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3740986491583441208</id><published>2009-02-09T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:03:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Changed my blogskin coz i got nothing better to do. Its 12.28am and im still not tired, just very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my ipod nano 4th gen this early this week. But i couldnt do anything with it, the apple earphones were terrible. bleh. sound quality is srsly sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out to get my westone um2. I went to the store to test it out first. I was amazed at how good the um2 sounds. The sound quality was seriously good. The mids and lows were very clear, so were the vocals. Only thing that I was slightly unhappy with was the highs. But its still good compared to other iems i tried. Overall, im quite satisfied with it. The noise isolation is superb.I went in to the store with a heavy wallet, came out with a super light wallet and a grin on my face.$400+ well spent imo.Burned it with my ipod for 3 hrs, and the sound got better. The highs are now more clear.I'm even more impressed with it now. I recommend the westone um2 to anyone who is looking for a good iem at a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and watched Hsm 3. Wasnt as bad as i thought, definitely better than the second sequel. The songs were significantly nicer and catchier.One of the songs i loved was the one where they danced walts to it.i tihnk its called "Can i have this dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting forr admission into SP, which is around April if im not wrong. Realised im in the same course, same sch as Edmund and Sugan! i wont be lonely in the course...but waiting 2 more months is boring. We are all rotting at home. Edmund suggested a gathering for poly losers, mayb it'll be fun rotting together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching a soccer match. father made me watch lol. Surprisingly, it was fun to watch. Tottenham gt a draw with Arsenal. tho tottenham was more entertaining imo.&lt;br /&gt;Now watching westham vs man utd.hope man utd wins. shall post results of it as soon as the match is over.&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Man utd wins 1-0. scored by giggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw, i found 2 amazing singers on utube.&lt;br /&gt;First, is Aj Rafael.&lt;br /&gt;check him out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0mDpjltEQM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0mDpjltEQM&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;---singing his own original song, Showstopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYotLchF1as&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYotLchF1as&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;---cover of don't forget.he did a fantastic job on this 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Alyssa Bernal&lt;br /&gt;Check her out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxKG1XU1kKY&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FxKG1XU1kKY&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;---cover of Aj Rafael's showstopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNmU9Lh69Wk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNmU9Lh69Wk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;---cover of im yours by jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be sure to check them out, and subscribe to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3740986491583441208?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3740986491583441208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/changed-my-blogskin-coz-i-got-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3740986491583441208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3740986491583441208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2009/02/changed-my-blogskin-coz-i-got-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6472709583440338666.post-3970285864915899497</id><published>2008-12-11T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:28:17.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit: This blog has been reskinned(is there such a word?), previous posts have been edited etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6472709583440338666-3970285864915899497?l=gilaqila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/feeds/3970285864915899497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3970285864915899497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6472709583440338666/posts/default/3970285864915899497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilaqila.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>GilaQila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197819927827927357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
