<?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-13609252</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:39:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Important Happened Today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>478</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-7553864933997851726</id><published>2007-09-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:19:15.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my friend</title><content type='html'>They say 2 things are certain in life - Death, and Taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to several funerals in my short lifetime. The first was the passing of my Great Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was younger then, and I remember it was just days after the new Millenium. I was back from holiday and so I called my family at the airport, only to receive news of her passing by my cousin. I went to Malacca to attend her funeral, and that, was the first time I saw a coffin in real life. Young as I was, I saw a glimpse of what was ahead of me. Aunties and cousins were crying, and it has such a weird and creepy atmosphere to it. Naturally, I was sad of her passing, but I didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, was my Grandfather's. It was again, in Malacca. Though older, I was again shocked and taken back at the prospect of a funeral. I didn't cry again, but I was really sad. My Grandfather had played chess with me, bought me Mee Pok, and talked to me when he had time to come to Singapore and visit my Grandmother. Even when I saw with my own eyes my Grandfather's coffin being pushed into that burning chamber of sorts, I didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it wasn't someone related to me by blood. He was a friend, and a classmate. Though we never talked much, but we had respect for one another, and we knew each other's existence. The news of his death came as a shock to me, I shouted out 'Fuck!' when my friend broke the news to me. I then took a moment of silence, and I recollected our moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my gang went to his wake. After the 3 bows, I walked towards the coffin and stood beside my friend. In my heart, I said "Take care, friend.", followed by the longest minute of silence. Looking at him, I couldn't believe it was happening, and I just keep telling myself that it was all a bad dream. But it was real, he's gone, forever. I regret that I never get to know him as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of my friend has the biggest impact on me, because he was someone close to me at the time of his passing. Only the other day did I saw him laughing and joking around, and now, he's just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend, I will never forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-7553864933997851726?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/7553864933997851726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=7553864933997851726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7553864933997851726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7553864933997851726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye my friend'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3702258731916170656</id><published>2007-09-05T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:09:27.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling so sad and down now</title><content type='html'>I knew it was too good to be true. Why am I so stupid? Why am I such a fool? Who am I kidding? You are so pretty you are out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound un-typical from me, but yours truly just got lost in love. He was so stupid! He actually thinks that someone so pretty would actually fall for him! Haha! I was such a fool and such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Bangkok can make me forget. See you guys in four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3702258731916170656?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/3702258731916170656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=3702258731916170656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3702258731916170656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3702258731916170656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-feeling-so-sad-and-down-now.html' title='I am feeling so sad and down now'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8112768544467754331</id><published>2007-09-04T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:40:27.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the ghosts in peace</title><content type='html'>It's not even about religion in the first place, it's a freaking Chinese tradition to burn burn burn during the Hungry Ghost Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's already dying a slow and steady death. Leave it in peace and it only takes another generation for it to go away. No need for sarcasm at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aug 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn so much hell money - how about fund transfers from the living to the dead?&lt;br /&gt;I AM concerned over the poor air quality during the Chinese seventh month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand and respect the fact that a huge proportion of our citizens place importance in the burning of hell money as a form of respect to their ancestors and deities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with the current global emphasis on saving the environment, I see a pressing need to make some suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our mortal world, we now have credit cards, cheques and several forms of remittances (SWIFT and telegraphic transfers). I appeal to religious leaders, whose followers practise the burning of hell money, to study the implications of alternative hell fund transfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these alternatives as a win-win situation for the living and the deceased. The latter stand to receive an infinite amount of hell funds with the mere burning of say, one hell cheque or one hell credit card, thus saving a whole stack of paper from the bonfire, or the religious leaders could run a form of remittance facility. With the technological advances that we now have, I am confident that where there's a will, there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is timely to set a good example to our younger generation to practise what we have been preaching to other nations struggling to curb the slash-and-burn method to clear jungles and forests and that is, to reduce, to reuse and to recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai Ee Sa (Mdm)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2007 Singapore Press Holdings. All rights reserved. Privacy Statement &amp; Condition of Access&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8112768544467754331?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8112768544467754331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8112768544467754331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8112768544467754331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8112768544467754331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/09/leave-ghosts-in-peace.html' title='Leave the ghosts in peace'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-7808507420373727632</id><published>2007-09-03T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:53:40.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Her</title><content type='html'>while this town’s busy sleeping&lt;br /&gt;all the noises died away&lt;br /&gt;i walk the streets to stop my weeping&lt;br /&gt;‘cause she'll never change her ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fool yourself&lt;br /&gt;she was heartache from the moment that you met her&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels so still&lt;br /&gt;as i try to find the will to forget her somehow&lt;br /&gt;oh i think i've forgotten her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her love is a rose pale and dying&lt;br /&gt;dropping her petals and man i know&lt;br /&gt;all full of wine the world before her&lt;br /&gt;while I’m sober with no place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fool yourself&lt;br /&gt;she was heartache from the moment that you met her&lt;br /&gt;my heart is frozen still&lt;br /&gt;as i try to find the will to forget her somehow&lt;br /&gt;she's somewhere out there now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my tears are falling down as i try to forget&lt;br /&gt;the love was a joke from the day that we met&lt;br /&gt;all of the words all of her men&lt;br /&gt;all of my pain when i think back to when&lt;br /&gt;remember her hair as it shone in the sun&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the bed when i knew what she'd done&lt;br /&gt;tell yourself over and over you wont ever need her again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't fool yourself&lt;br /&gt;she was heartache from the moment that you met her&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart is frozen still&lt;br /&gt;as i try to find the will to forget her somehow&lt;br /&gt;she's out there somewhere now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;she was heartache from the day that i first met her&lt;br /&gt;my heart is frozen still&lt;br /&gt;as i try to find the will to forget you somehow&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you're somewhere out there right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-7808507420373727632?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/7808507420373727632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=7808507420373727632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7808507420373727632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7808507420373727632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/09/forget-her.html' title='Forget Her'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-354947321668195283</id><published>2007-08-24T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:44:35.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Reeks Of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/853/meetjoeblackver1zz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my template has went mad and everything looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, I'm taking my last examination for the year. The subjec.. I mean module is called Organisational Management. When I first heard of it, I thought I was going to be a General Manager if I ever Aced in it. However, later I thought it was just a module designed to balance the equation (aka Grade Point Average).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my PolytechnicYears, I think I'm going to do quite badly for my exams. And by bad I mean 3.0/4.0. For obvious reasons Aeronautical students are so clever that the average is 3.5/4.0. Therefore, I'm not going to be a average student anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't feel bad/guilty/sad about it. Because I expected it. What with all that fake smile and energy-consuming work at that restaurant in Centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never work again in the F&amp;B industry if I have a choice. I can't forgive myself when I fake that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food is bad, you take the shit.&lt;br /&gt;When the service is bad, you take the shit.&lt;br /&gt;When the customers aren't flowing, you take the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my Father always tell me not to follow in his footsteps. He says I should be a robot and carry balls and smile whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have gained a massive amount of experience working in the F&amp;B industry. It let me into the (small) world of Singaporeans who are full of shit. It's very funny and sad at the same time. What's the point of being moneyful when you have no human in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I don't experience this with Ang Mohs at all. They are so appreciative of you serving them, compared to my few fellow Singaporeans who gives me  the idea that I owed them in my past life. And most of them are Chinese by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about being Chinese is that you get all that backstabbing from your fellow people. It's like an internal conflict due to a lack of common identity and culture where it was destroyed(eradicated) a long time ago. You don't see this with the Malays for example. You see them very proud of their own culture and race, and they treat their own as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I finally understand why I don't get served as well as Ang mohs get to in any shops in Singapore. It's all about balancing an equation (again) isn't it? You treat me bad and I treat you bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans (where mostly are Chinese) always complain about poor service. They should ask themselves if they deserve good service. But what is good service? There's a river between good service and ridiculous service. Mostly, Singaporeans expect the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-354947321668195283?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/354947321668195283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=354947321668195283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/354947321668195283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/354947321668195283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog-reeks-of-death.html' title='My Blog Reeks Of Death'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-7643003752268687198</id><published>2007-08-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:53:43.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote-worthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happiness is like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the harder you try to grab it, the further it runs from you. Happy are those who seek not happiness for themselves but for those around them. Happiness then will come naturally to them through those whom they have brought happiness to. Such is the irony of life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my blog is dying a slow and steady death, I shall provide my loyal readers(friends) with a thought-provoking quote that provoked me mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations are in front of me. I need to hug the Buddha's leg and unleash my photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-7643003752268687198?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/7643003752268687198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=7643003752268687198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7643003752268687198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7643003752268687198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/08/quote-worthy.html' title='Quote-worthy'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-257452058331670765</id><published>2007-07-31T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:12:13.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou At The Cathay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/243/image236oj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGGbzrUyKCg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGGbzrUyKCg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bastard made everyone wait for 2 hours. And after less than 20 minutes on stage he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd were students, so even when they tip-toed I could see what was happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-257452058331670765?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/257452058331670765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=257452058331670765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/257452058331670765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/257452058331670765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/jay-chou-at-cathay.html' title='Jay Chou At The Cathay'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-7751650978661751931</id><published>2007-07-30T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:29:58.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragboy's Game</title><content type='html'>Each player of the game starts off with ten weird things or habits or known facts abt yourself. People who get tagged must write it in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My coolest teacher of all time is Ranjit Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I read TIME magazine. But 99% of the time I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I hate Cheese but I love to eat Chesdale Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I only drink Coca-Cola for medicinal values when I feel bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I am one-quarter Jiu Hoo Kia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I was actually afraid of dogs. Now, I'm intimidated by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I love to make people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.The nickname my Ah Ma gave me is 'Ah Toot'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Because I looked stupid and still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I believe that 70% of anyone's life is written in stone. And that you can't fight the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK FINISHED! The people who shall do this quiz thingy will be erh&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Hui Juan&lt;br /&gt;and of course anyone who feels like doing it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-7751650978661751931?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/7751650978661751931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=7751650978661751931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7751650978661751931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7751650978661751931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/ragboys-game.html' title='Ragboy&apos;s Game'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8260681283864614888</id><published>2007-07-21T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:30:31.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Thatday And Yesterday</title><content type='html'>That day, my friend overheard my ringtone that plays Fur Elise. She says that I act high-class by having such a ringtone. I don't know what she's thinking, but the ones that act high class are those that says 'If it ain't rock it ain't music'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe she's right. I played from Fur Elise to Bengawan Solo on the Electone, but I dropped out when I was almost there, a decision that is surely one of the most regretted of my life. She's right, maybe all I'm destined to do is act high class. Maybe I need to be more handsum and taller to listen to such music, or maybe I need to be in better clothing to listen to such music. That's Singapore for you, go against the nature of life and people look at you like you are a weirdo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, my friend said I have no life because I still play Super Mario. I think he's right. Working has made time fly really faster. Study, go work, reach home, sleep. Where is my life? Maybe I should point the middle finger to my family and let go, and be an asshole that doesn't give a shit about something called family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, I will have a life. I will go home late, treat my home like a free hotel, throw all my clothes to my Father to wash, throw all my clothes to my Father to iron, leave the house in dust for my Father to vacuum, let my Father wander around in Giant Supermarket alone. I want to have a life, but under my circumstances, it's really tiring to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thank whatever's up there that my family is so broken because it made me treasure it even more and made me realise what is family. So it's really sad that my friend doesn't know what is going on behind me, and yet he still say such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about those sad things, today I'm going to collect my Hairy Potter book. Last time my friend say the book got lots of black/white/blue/colourful magic and will make me go mad. He has no idea what's magic's all about. I haven't go mad but maybe that's because I go to Si Beh Law every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to bathe and go collect, typing ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8260681283864614888?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8260681283864614888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8260681283864614888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8260681283864614888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8260681283864614888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-thatday-and-yesterday.html' title='Today, Thatday And Yesterday'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-71397021852692495</id><published>2007-07-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:49:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy spotted carrying his female classmates' bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mediaclub.stomp.com.sg/hotstuff/hotstuff_39.php"&gt;Boys, would you help carry your female classmates' bags for them? STOMPer xiiaoANGEL thinks that more often than not, they would rather take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It explains why she was so impressed when she saw this boy from Yishun Secondary help his two female classmates carry their bags, in addition to his own. She described him as a 'kind and caring' boy who 'upholds his school values'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said in an email to STOMP yesterday (15 June): "A few weeks ago, I saw this yishun town boy helping 2 other yishun town girls carry their school bags while carrying his own as well in causeway point. Its very gallant of him helping his friends to carry their bags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiiaoANGEL urges more young men to be this gentlemanly. "More guys should be like him. His school has indeed taught him well."  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/5849/1180765572947dp4es0.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-71397021852692495?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/71397021852692495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=71397021852692495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/71397021852692495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/71397021852692495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/boy-spotted-carrying-his-female.html' title='Boy spotted carrying his female classmates&apos; bags'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3902226403395180615</id><published>2007-07-11T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:38:35.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Bay is crap as usual</title><content type='html'>Transformers - 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/5935/5z20pomry9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Transformers last night. Many years ago I watched the cartoon on some videotape that my neighbour lent me. I've forgotten what I've watch, and I'm not a fan of the series either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to movies such this, I'm usually the first in line to watch it. But I find myself holding on, because I expected it to be crap. My expectations didn't fail me. It was B-grade movie covered up with A-grade special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts off with the cliche crap of a high-school boy with raging hormones who thinks that getting a car will get the chickens. Which is true anyway. Then it feels like Independence Day (a superior film), with the military running around trying to stop these aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no character development. It's apparent that the makers made the movie with only eye-candy in mind. But you say 'hey they are robots!' Obviously you haven't seen The Iron Giant. In such a modern age, I thought people will start to do away with their wowing when it comes to special effects, but it's true that beauty is only skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only good thing about the movie, as mentioned, is the animations of the robots. Detailed and fluid, they feel real. Then they start to fight, it gets exciting, then it starts to get repetitive and boring with those camera work and rehashes. Even Megan Fox couldn't do anything, you are better off touching yourself to her video on Maximonline.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than poor character development, the story is lacking. Predictable, it looked like the only way to save the movie is some brainless popcorn fun. But it failed in that aspect too as mentioned earlier. The idea of my brainless popcorn fun is Silver Surfer, and the recent Die Hard 4.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you prefer some eye-candy, it's better to waste your money to the latter two than enduring the noisy and boring Transformers. You won't miss much, and if you feel that you will, save your money for the DVD instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3902226403395180615?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/3902226403395180615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=3902226403395180615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3902226403395180615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3902226403395180615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/michael-bay-is-crap-as-usual.html' title='Michael Bay is crap as usual'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3286347164725512708</id><published>2007-07-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:21:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic From My Workplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img396.imageshack.us/img396/5167/dsc03270uu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I bought TOTO today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2 quickpick. Because I see quickpick like very easy to kena some moola. In the end I only got 3 numbers in a set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Govern... I mean SGpools ate my moola away!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3286347164725512708?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/3286347164725512708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=3286347164725512708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3286347164725512708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3286347164725512708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/07/pic-from-my-workplace.html' title='Pic From My Workplace'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8396351759089155420</id><published>2007-06-24T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:09:01.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my childhood hero is coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/174/firstindy4picsg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8396351759089155420?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8396351759089155420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8396351759089155420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8396351759089155420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8396351759089155420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-of-my-childhood-hero-is-coming-soon.html' title='One of my childhood hero is coming soon'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-985333535765696362</id><published>2007-06-23T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:25:21.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Qing-Tian wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tudou.com/v/X2P5GcMEnxY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudou.com/v/X2P5GcMEnxY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like the simple riff. Shades of An Jing in the first few lines. I think better than the White Trash from Still Fantasy. Because the chorus manages to (just) steer clear of the norms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-985333535765696362?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/985333535765696362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=985333535765696362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/985333535765696362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/985333535765696362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-qing-tian-wannabe.html' title='Another Qing-Tian wannabe'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8595600786616495399</id><published>2007-06-20T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:36:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends come and go</title><content type='html'>But some I will always remember fondly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my workplace, this girl, Yvonne Yeo, left us because she felt the working hours were too long and anyway, she was just doing her internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a pity because she's such a good worker. Before she left, she gave each of us a letter. What she wrote surprised me. I had never imagine that someone can appreciate me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm so crappy and funny, and that I'm one of those she eagerly look forward to working with every time she comes for work. She also thinks I'm smart and that I should study in a University and she believes I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading the letter, it was a whole lot of fields and white light. It suddenly made me think that there is hope in life for me. No one has ever shown his/her appreciation for me that much, at least openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crappy guy, called Vu, left as well. He's a Vietnamese and he loves to sing Backstreet Boys' songs while working. He also always talk to me about how pretty and gentle Vietnamese girls are, and told me that Singaporean girls are too loud and naughty. He's studying in NUS right now and I wished him all the best for the future last night after work. I will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Simon Sim at parkway parade. It was long time no see my friend. Friends since secondary 1. I told him that I wanted to give him something I bought for him from China. Maybe one of the days we should meet up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8595600786616495399?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8595600786616495399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8595600786616495399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8595600786616495399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8595600786616495399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-come-and-go.html' title='Friends come and go'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-972066963072147360</id><published>2007-06-17T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:50:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I went to my Ah Gong's house</title><content type='html'>My maternal Ah Gong's house that is, and I happened to talk to one of my step-step-cousins. She's a smart and clever 3 years old girl. The following is my conversation with her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : Lin Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : 3 years old . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight pause follows, then . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : My birthday is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You tell me your birday for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cousin looks at me with those innocent eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : I got a lot of toys and bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah seh, I don't even have a bicycle you got a bicycle already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : I got 2 bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah, you even got 2 bicycles. Can give me 1 a not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : Cannot ... you too big size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was a long journey home as my Ah Gong lived at Woodlands. I slept at 10.30pm but entered Lalaland at 12 midnight. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-972066963072147360?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/972066963072147360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=972066963072147360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/972066963072147360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/972066963072147360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-i-went-to-my-ah-gongs-house.html' title='Yesterday I went to my Ah Gong&apos;s house'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-441743091767830670</id><published>2007-06-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:11:12.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I work because I need to work</title><content type='html'>If I have a choice, or if Guan Yin Ma gave me a choice, I would have choose to be born with a titanium spoon. However, life is not like that or else there wouldn't be yin and there wouldn't be yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and friends at work seemed to think I'm some rich man's son. They saw me with a Dopod, a bag that looks like LV/Blueberry (or whatever you call it), Seiko Watch, Levis' specs, and Nike shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, are those above not affordable for most? My Nike costs only $115, which is relatively cheap for a Nike footwear. The Dopod may cost over a thousand dollars, but its the reason why Credit Card and 0% interest instalment was invented. My bag is just a bag that somehow looks branded except that it isn't. And that Seiko Watch was a result of my father's blood and sweat for over 15 years at that German company, which is the reason why I would never wear any other watch ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of those, they think I'm just there to kill some time and earn some 'small' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think its hard to judge if someone is loaded. They may be driving their cars down Orchard Road, or flashing their gadgets and cool fashion stuffs down the streets, but at the end of the day, you don't know how badly their bank account gets sucked everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a Dopod or wear a Seiko, but I still wear mostly 3 for $10 T-shirts you see at Pasar Malam and short pants with sandals. I don't even have a Giordano for Guan Yin Ma's sake! I'm just a ... fashion disaster. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ultimately, I'm just from a low-income family with "huge, occasional" indulgences. Most of the time I'm a just-below-normal, Singaporean boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day. So I got time to log into blogspot and talk cock. Tomorrow have to work again. Working really makes me tired out easily, plus there's some undone work at Polytechnic. But its okay, I think this process will make my time-management levelup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-441743091767830670?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/441743091767830670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=441743091767830670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/441743091767830670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/441743091767830670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-work-because-i-need-to-work.html' title='I work because I need to work'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-1506178422352391164</id><published>2007-06-10T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:53:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got peepur laugh at me =(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work, I was the Bar-Boy and the Charcoal-Boy (No wonder many fortune tellers tells me I will die young, perhaps from Lung Cancer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time was surprisingly packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, my Father came to fetch me in his van. After I boarded, I saw two women pointing and laughing at us. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1506178422352391164?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1506178422352391164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1506178422352391164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1506178422352391164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1506178422352391164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-peepur-laugh-at-me.html' title='Got peepur laugh at me =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-2484217682392920398</id><published>2007-06-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:53:57.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Vital Statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/clymer/bmi/"&gt;http://home.fuse.net/clymer/bmi/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body-Mass Index (BMI)&lt;br /&gt; 23.1 kg/m2&lt;br /&gt;Waist-to-Height Ratio (WHtR)&lt;br /&gt; 46.5 %&lt;br /&gt;Body Fat&lt;br /&gt; 15.2 %&lt;br /&gt;Basal Metabolic Rate (BMR)&lt;br /&gt; 1871 kcals/day&lt;br /&gt;Surface Area&lt;br /&gt; 1.93 m^2&lt;br /&gt;Willoughby Athlete Weight&lt;br /&gt; 188 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Willoughby Athlete Waist&lt;br /&gt; 32.5 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe my body fat so low!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-2484217682392920398?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/2484217682392920398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=2484217682392920398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/2484217682392920398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/2484217682392920398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/know-your-vital-statistics.html' title='Know Your Vital Statistics'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-1077650066917031564</id><published>2007-06-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:57:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These few days quite busy</title><content type='html'>Been busy with work. I now work at some Jepun restaurant at Centrepoint. Usually at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first shot at the F&amp;B industry. I think its okay, and working times are very flexible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the staffs there are young, but still older than me. Most of them are surprisingly still studying at Universities. They are all very nice people, and are so willing to teach me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think the job is here to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1077650066917031564?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1077650066917031564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1077650066917031564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1077650066917031564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1077650066917031564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-few-days-quite-busy.html' title='These few days quite busy'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-1177513543896488015</id><published>2007-05-31T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T09:03:46.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For your reading pleasure,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the local context, home proud Singaporeans love our $50,000 to $100,000 renovations to make our homes look perfect for that Life! lifestyle reporter’s visit to feature those choice homes that we would love to show off! We love our big cars, fancy clothes and ostentatious displays of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get me wrong, I make no judgements about people who have it and want to flaunt it. But how many of you out there really do have that income level to sustain yourself with those “doodads”? More importantly, how many among you out there feel satisfaction and happiness from possessing such items? If you feel that you deserve that bit of pampering and luxury good because you worked hard and earned it, by all means enjoy your wealth. But if you are among those who are leveraged to the hilt or about to embark on your life as a new employee, an NSF, or even a mid-career family man/women, consider what is your net worth if you had not bought such items.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecentstencents.wordpress.com/"&gt;fivecentstencents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1177513543896488015?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1177513543896488015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1177513543896488015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1177513543896488015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1177513543896488015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-your-reading-pleasure.html' title='For your reading pleasure,'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-6691484766008363548</id><published>2007-05-30T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:26:34.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I foresee that this boy will become ghey =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost3212.aspx"&gt;Boy kena bullied by adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, boys will be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend see a small boy peep at the girlfriend and take peekture, he want to show the girlfriend he very tall, big and strong, so he bully someone that is smaller, like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time the boy will become gheys. But he will definitely grow taller and more muscular than the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think the small boy is also wrong. No matter what, he shouldn't have taken a peekture but instead, make full use of his photographic memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when technology advances and everyone has a camera on hand. But nothing beats a women staring at me just because I glance at her. I'm only admiring her but it seems only handsum guys can look at her. So everytime I always look at the floor when in public because women in Singapore are very intimidating and scary. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-6691484766008363548?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/6691484766008363548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=6691484766008363548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6691484766008363548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6691484766008363548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-foresee-that-this-boy-will-become.html' title='I foresee that this boy will become ghey =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-6743692295186167565</id><published>2007-05-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:43:15.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I have found a job</title><content type='html'>Today went for an interview to work at some Jepun restaurant at Centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get it. No more moola nowadays. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-6743692295186167565?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/6743692295186167565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=6743692295186167565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6743692295186167565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6743692295186167565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hope-i-have-found-job.html' title='I hope I have found a job'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-7186686556242907962</id><published>2007-05-25T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:01:31.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I saw a star at Giant Parkway Parade</title><content type='html'>She is Felicia Chin. You know the Vitagen ad girl? She was buying some groceries. Somehow women who does this always turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is taller than I thought, but still shorter than me. Quite a number of people asked to take picture with her. Of course I don't dare to, because I shy and I don't eat hum regularly. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father asked me is it a star that he saw because he say Felicia Chin keep smiling at him. I think my Father is very handsum because when she walked past me with that trolley she never smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to go to the National Library for the first time to do some research on Aircraft engine. Out of a sudden I feel that I'm quite hardworking by Polytechnic standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I've already watched Pirates with my Lao Peh. On Sunday I will again watch with Pin Chen and company. Thankfully the movie is just good enough for a second viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope later I go National Library I will get to see some stars again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-7186686556242907962?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/7186686556242907962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=7186686556242907962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7186686556242907962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/7186686556242907962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-i-saw-star-at-giant-parkway.html' title='Yesterday I saw a star at Giant Parkway Parade'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8076203312859446311</id><published>2007-05-24T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:35:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays internet always have this kind of funny shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8076203312859446311?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8076203312859446311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8076203312859446311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8076203312859446311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8076203312859446311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/nowadays-internet-always-have-this-kind.html' title='Nowadays internet always have this kind of funny shit'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-113933623748090567</id><published>2007-05-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:35:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy is for you and me!</title><content type='html'>Courtesy week is here and I find what our Prime Minister said very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee said: "As we grow and globalise, the values of care, compassion and neighbourliness will become even more important. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No society can survive, let alone prosper, if its people are only concerned with pursuing material wealth.&lt;/span&gt; Kindness is the thread that runs through our social fabric, making it stronger and more cohesive."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I cried when I read his encouraging words. Many years ago I would say that I'm extremely courteous in doing anything. But now, I'm just a mere shadow of my former self. Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking when I do those unkind things, nevertheless I still think I'm quite courteous by Singaporeans' standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the growing up has brainwashed me and make me less courteous. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-113933623748090567?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/113933623748090567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=113933623748090567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/113933623748090567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/113933623748090567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/courtesy-is-for-you-and-me.html' title='Courtesy is for you and me!'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-4127980704985270043</id><published>2007-05-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:40:11.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I regret joining Polytechnic =(</title><content type='html'>I just saw the news and my Sugarcane juice is rising liao. I think my Mee Pok Dry is not going to be spared too. Next time after National Service I may have to fork out $4 for my Mee Pok at a Hawker Centre. Foodcourt ones will cost $6 and they don't even taste half as good as Maggi Mee. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NS with a Diploma I will only earn $1500/month (excl. CPF) and that's only based on the current market rate. I hope I can find Doctor Brown and sit inside his DeLorry and send me back to the past. Or maybe I should find the Henry-Tan-Lookalike from Heroes and ask him to teleport me back to the past so that I can stop myself from resigning from Tampines Jaycee. In return, I will do my utmost to save the Cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't complain liao. Later some guy with a mole come and attack me and tell me to go back China/Malaysia if I can't be the fittest boy in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friend say I have become fat liao. I think it must be true because he's not a woman who thinks size 0 is the new size 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Manutd lost the FA Cup and I was so sad that I cried. But I will still support them no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of holiday. However, there are few assignments that must be done. Just a little more of these assignments and it will be my turn to graduate! Then it will be NS and then it will be work. My result can got NTU's Mechanical Engineering but I think I have no moola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have more moola. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-4127980704985270043?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/4127980704985270043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=4127980704985270043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4127980704985270043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4127980704985270043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-regret-joining-polytechnic.html' title='I regret joining Polytechnic =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-1181492850270931075</id><published>2007-05-16T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:40:06.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Motherland III</title><content type='html'>The Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/3107/img7122ts9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/3784/img7135gj8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/2880/img7145au2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/7800/img7168ge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/742/img7185vx9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/7392/img7196pu0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/5676/img7203vm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/3397/img7207xl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/7151/img7211qr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/2195/img7215zs0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/7069/img7217kn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/6584/img7236af9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/7531/img7253tk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/4829/img7257ro9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/741/img7263pa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9853/img7206nl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1738/img7286ei9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/4300/img7289oo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/4048/img7304bj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/8062/img7305do2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1181492850270931075?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1181492850270931075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1181492850270931075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1181492850270931075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1181492850270931075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/pics-from-motherland-iii.html' title='Pics from Motherland III'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-301309630584875356</id><published>2007-05-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:41:24.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img 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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-13609252.post-1966311662606102637</id><published>2007-05-06T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:26:12.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Fight Destiny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://soccernet-akamai.espn.go.com/design05/images/domr/unitedceleb_bc_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1966311662606102637?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1966311662606102637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1966311662606102637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1966311662606102637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1966311662606102637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-cant-fight-destiny.html' title='You Can&apos;t Fight Destiny!'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3868970396550036620</id><published>2007-05-03T05:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:01:42.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Next Time =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://soccernet-akamai.espn.go.com/design05/images/domr/rooneydejected_g412.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3868970396550036620?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/3868970396550036620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=3868970396550036620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3868970396550036620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3868970396550036620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/maybe-next-time.html' title='Maybe Next Time =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-322807827524740615</id><published>2007-05-02T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:34:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Picture and Pictures</title><content type='html'>Beijing, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/6638/img6780tc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/1741/img6782wx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/6267/img6792ye7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Place I Forgot The Name Liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/5208/img6804on8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/1372/img6817dm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/8699/img6826vm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/991/img6848ho3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian An Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7869/img6855lr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/2272/img6897um2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/5389/img6915ve4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/6710/img6949vo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/7273/img6950ch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/9493/img7004no7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/2203/img7014hz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/2352/img7015ck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/6721/img7029kd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/7333/img7035hg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the final round of pictures from one of the wonders of the world will come next. Watch this space . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-322807827524740615?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/322807827524740615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=322807827524740615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/322807827524740615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/322807827524740615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-picture-and-pictures.html' title='More Picture and Pictures'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-4348497182834884504</id><published>2007-04-28T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:45:31.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed by BTT today</title><content type='html'>I didn't forget about it but my parents did. However, I still passed BTT today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my friends know I'm taking BTT today, because if I need to let my friends know I might as well ask my parents, friends and my Playstation to take the test for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While printing the 'certificate', the machine inside kena stucked, so the paper cannot come out. The malay auntie helped me and in the end I still got my 'certificate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I will go to Si Beh Law and thank Guan Yin Ma for her indisputable guidance in passing my BTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-4348497182834884504?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/4348497182834884504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=4348497182834884504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4348497182834884504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4348497182834884504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-passed-by-btt-today.html' title='I passed by BTT today'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3789627847993905646</id><published>2007-04-26T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:13:55.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>Mood : Sofisticat&lt;br /&gt;Fun : Escape Artist&lt;br /&gt;Habits : Back To Basics&lt;br /&gt;Love : Love Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dna.imagini.net/friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3789627847993905646?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-5116044688564478444</id><published>2007-04-24T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:15:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture And Pictures II</title><content type='html'>Jin Bao Yu Le Yuan (Amusement Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5558/img6645ia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/7107/img6665kx9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/7438/img6666jq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/8264/img6667gt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/9775/img6671di3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/4497/img6673mh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/903/img6682hz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/6764/img6689zb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/6568/img6700bu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/8759/img6708mo0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/8301/img6711mx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4251/img6728tt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7949/img6730ia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/244/img6732jb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/1998/img6755ef3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4851/img6774ba0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-5116044688564478444?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/5116044688564478444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=5116044688564478444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/5116044688564478444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/5116044688564478444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-and-pictures-ii.html' title='Picture And Pictures II'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-1903718370138399995</id><published>2007-04-20T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:34:50.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture And Pictures</title><content type='html'>Weifang Kite Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/9720/img6187rf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/7103/img6196bc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img221.imageshack.us/img221/8664/img6211is8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/2369/img6220zx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/5018/untitled1gw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/781/img6236tr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/9890/img6239nr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/7346/img6255ty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/2347/img6260to1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/7024/img6264ua8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/2488/img6271ud3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/6707/img6272xw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/2717/img6291ec7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6280/img6292wh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2138/babyxt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/9094/img6306er9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/8932/img6308fe7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/8341/img6311cp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/4892/img6314dr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7055/bondingsessioncz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FlyKite In Motherland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6085/img6367nb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/9056/img6373kr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/5720/img6374ys6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/1945/img6383ty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/328/img6380ja6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/5899/img6396rq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/2331/img6410kv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFHzk8NcRXk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFHzk8NcRXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Taken by Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Shan (Mt. Yi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/5476/img6428jy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/1407/img6449gy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/8323/img6465dl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/5229/img6506zj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/3952/img6493gw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/623/img6520su7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/5696/img6528ma0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/7011/img6573te6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/5330/img6603pr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-1903718370138399995?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/1903718370138399995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=1903718370138399995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1903718370138399995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/1903718370138399995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-and-pictures.html' title='Picture And Pictures'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-4434916857080088731</id><published>2007-04-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:24:24.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Motherland</title><content type='html'>So many pictures, so little time to post. Tomorrow, school shall start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum things up, the one-and-a-half-month stay in China is one of the best memories of my life. It has only been a day or so but I'm already missing Weifang. Though the food is salty and oily, but the people there are nicer as well as the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends came to a conclusion and we all agree that we are the equivalents of Ang Mohs in Motherland. Now I know how it felt to be a foreign talent. It felt damn song. There's this really pretty octopus balls girl in the foodcourt that always say hi and smile to me everyday I walk past. Though I don't look anything like Superman, it felt good that someone even notices me. Even the hotel lady who cleans my room cared about me when I was sick. I never witness this kind of thing and had never been so touched in Singapore before. The prawn mee girl in the foodcourt likes one of my friends and she always blushes when he buys prawn mee. During clubbing, waitresses talk to us and the next day we find ourselves clubbing together. While working, the supervisors finds us fascinating. I will say it again, it felt damn song to be a foreign talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China, I made a bunch of new friends. We slept together, eat together, eat supper together, play together, buy things together, play arcade together, play Counterstrike together, watch Prawns together, watch movies together, and sian girls together. The bond created somehow cannot be found from the 2 years I had in the Polytechnic. And it wasn't even two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many memorable moments in China. One of the best was the day my friend celebrated his birthday. We got him drunk till he played with the lamp post on the streets. We bought cakes and threw at each other until we messed up the common corridor in the hotel. And not to forget that we like to blanket a particular person for no reason at all. In Beijing, one of my friends got lost and the best part was that he stopped a police car and then he was brought to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the opportunity and financial capability, I will definitely visit Weifang again. I will go back to the same hotel and streets, just to refresh my memories of the wonderful place. It was money well-spent and initially I had doubts about going there but it turned out to be one of the more important decisions of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will come later. Time to sleep for tomorrow's lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-4434916857080088731?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/4434916857080088731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=4434916857080088731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4434916857080088731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4434916857080088731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-from-motherland.html' title='Back From Motherland'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-3139137300699167190</id><published>2007-04-03T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:05:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick In Motherland =(</title><content type='html'>I thought I was strong enough to withstand the harsh nature of the weather here in Motherland. But it was not to be. The other day the humidity was only 44%! I wash my clothes last night and it was already dry in the morning. I was on a different planet. Almost everyone else was sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sore throat woke up me at 3.50 am. I can't go back to dreamland because it is painful until I cannot sleep. But now I am also hungry out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will get a MC today. I must be fit and muscular for the trip to Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my small bed, my family, my friends and Mee Pok. Only 13 days more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-3139137300699167190?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/3139137300699167190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=3139137300699167190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3139137300699167190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/3139137300699167190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-in-motherland.html' title='Sick In Motherland =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-8257856647103418178</id><published>2007-03-14T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T07:00:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do better</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/359/resultsyr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job to all my polytechnic friends who did very well. Only 2 more semesters and 1 project to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-8257856647103418178?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/8257856647103418178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=8257856647103418178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8257856647103418178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/8257856647103418178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-do-better.html' title='I can do better'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-4759427502453011557</id><published>2007-03-12T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:03:36.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Motherland</title><content type='html'>A group of us went to Fu Hua Amusement Park. It's an okay amusement park. We asked people from Wei Fang University to join us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/7894/image172ds4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/9139/dsc00102cs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img219.imageshack.us/img219/3749/dsc00078ow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Route To Work aka &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prisoners going to Yellow River Penitentiary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/7499/image161zo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/9278/image162th3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Route To Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/307/image167sn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/7180/image168ij5.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-4759427502453011557?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/4759427502453011557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=4759427502453011557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4759427502453011557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/4759427502453011557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-in-motherland.html' title='Weekend In Motherland'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-5248332270946771687</id><published>2007-03-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:28:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From Motherland!</title><content type='html'>These few days have been quite hectic because of the consistent change of hotels. From Singapore, to Fu Zhou, to Qing Dao, and finally Wei Fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited China when I was still a much smaller boy but by now I only remember the Professional Driver who drove us around and The Great Wall Of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 30 plus students from the best Polytechnic in Singapore travelling and having fun together. The people here are generally nice though they might seem rude and curious at times. And one thing that China has is excellent service which makes Singapore really look like Pi Sai. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, we arrived at Fu Zhou. It is quite a remote area with few shops in between. However, as mentioned earlier, they have excellent service because the staff in the 'Airport Hotel' really went to lengths to serve and help us with his bestest ability. One of the highlights of this place is the Walmart that is located quite far away from our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day, we went to Qing Dao. We paid a visit to the Underwater World and the Beach. The place was as foggy as Silent Hill and is quite a sight. The drivers are also very professional. Singaporeans usually signal to turn by turning on the signal lights. Here, the drivers sound the horn like nobody's business. In this place, it is much more developed and we had the chance to shop around and take a look at Gucci's bags and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, we woke up very early again to take the bus to my current location, Wei Fang. It is less developed than Qing Dao but still better developed than our first destination. Tomorrow will be the day that we finally have a chance to meet our employers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is good and cheap and suits my taste alright. Luckily there is no Pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather-wise, the coldest I've experienced is perhaps around 8 Degrees Celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu Zhou - Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/7800/img5801qp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/5568/img5812ms0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/3125/img5842fc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/8671/img5847kh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/2197/img5858wi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img107.imageshack.us/img107/3831/img5861th7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img467.imageshack.us/img467/3783/img5862md7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/5683/img5872iv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/1920/img5901ya9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/448/img5932sh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Qing Dao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/2097/img5938le4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/2989/img5945qc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/7214/img5952cu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/3553/img5955nt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/2550/img5960gz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/4837/img5968uu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/7671/img5969vg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/984/img5975wo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/5208/img5989jh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/3549/img6017ir6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/8403/img6018pg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/4875/img6028zm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img66.imageshack.us/img66/200/img6038ot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/1659/img6041ig0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/7235/img6059oc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3280/img6069dk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img65.imageshack.us/img65/802/img6074fj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Wei Fang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/7316/img6079rr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/8099/img6085gk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4389/img6093na4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img475.imageshack.us/img475/674/img6103ck5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img463.imageshack.us/img463/5685/img6107rc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/619/img6120dm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/2859/img6123tu8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img456.imageshack.us/img456/8949/img6125oa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/7066/img6136jo0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8500/img6145ta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=6374832823022847981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6374832823022847981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/6374832823022847981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/02/insanely-beautiful-pics-from-thaicock.html' title='Insanely Beautiful Pics From Thaicock'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-117102913933740592</id><published>2007-02-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:52:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta Mania</title><content type='html'>All a long I've never liked the smell of Pasta Mania. It turns me off and so I've never tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Wai Kit and his friend forced me to eat Pasta Mania. I ordered the Double Happiness Meal, the one with rice and prawns. Higher class name is Riso or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the Pasta, I got a shock of my life because inside only got 3 prawns. Somemore the prawns very cute and small. Normally, I finish a meal very quickly. But this time special case, I ate halfway feel like vommitting. I don't know the Pasta don't like me or is it I don't like the Pasta. However, my Ah Ma used to say never waste food or else pimples will grow on your beautiful face, so I braced myself and finished it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the worst meals I've ever had. Now I still feel very funny and feel like throwing up. No wonder they say always trust your own instincts. After this experience, I think Mee Pok and Pig Liver is still the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-117102913933740592?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/117102913933740592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=117102913933740592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117102913933740592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117102913933740592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/02/pasta-mania.html' title='Pasta Mania'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-117081746473147528</id><published>2007-02-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:04:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more A* for Math</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did Math paper not enough time. The last time I experienced that was in Secondary 3 taking the Additional Math paper. One question 20 marks gone just like that. No more A for me. It makes the results slip less beautiful. Even beautiful pics can't make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow are the papers for the 'core' modules, ie modules that is the reason I'm in this course. Recently I read the news that more Polytechnic graduates are getting jobs much more easily and their wallets are increasing in size due to the fat paycheck. I think that's only because the Government bought them big wallets. It also tells me that some are even drawing 3.5k/month at an age of only the late twenties with a Diploma. I believe that, but my Father says life is like Toto, they only tell u the winners of the draw and poke you with the tip of an iceberg, and make things look like a bed of roses but deep under they are thorns and the biggest winner is actually Singapore Pools because you don't know how many lost their bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final paper is perhaps the most challenging paper I've come across in my Polytechnic years. And that's because the lecturer is a sicko who doesn't give us hints. =( In Polytechnic, attend classes = good results. The module is called Flight Basics. It tells us how planes fly etc, and reminds me of Geography, just that it sounds more high class and sopasdhopishdicated, and is nothing more than a module for bragging rights. Wait, the whole course is about bragging. People look at you in awe at the knowledge of your course of study. It's severely overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, these are the grades I'm confident of :&lt;br /&gt;A  Engineering Materials&lt;br /&gt;A  Personal Financial Planning&lt;br /&gt;B  Engineering Math&lt;br /&gt;B+ Aircraft Structure And Repairs&lt;br /&gt;B+ Fundamentals Of Flight&lt;br /&gt;C+ Report Writing And Presentation&lt;br /&gt;C  CAMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me. Last few days to the finishing line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-117081746473147528?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/117081746473147528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=117081746473147528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117081746473147528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117081746473147528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-more-for-math.html' title='No more A* for Math'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4787/img5360cz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/7821/img5363rs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/798/img5364um9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/3122/img5375pe0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/9641/img5376iu0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/7391/img5395nw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4573/img5398sd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/1561/img5403ev6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/131/img5407xq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/3264/img5424wb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/117026013024689270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=117026013024689270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117026013024689270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117026013024689270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-national-stadium_31.html' title='At The National Stadium'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-117016770813988790</id><published>2007-01-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:35:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job To Motherland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sg.vr-zone.com/?i=4548"&gt;All hail your Motherland!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8194/250pxyaoming2004flagcarrz0.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-117016770813988790?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/117016770813988790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=117016770813988790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117016770813988790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117016770813988790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-job-to-motherland.html' title='Good Job To Motherland!'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-117008317525042101</id><published>2007-01-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:06:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly The World Is Very Friendly</title><content type='html'>I don't know isit because recently I've become more and more and more handsum, but people and strangers I saw and touched appears very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one ang moh friend who lives in ang mo kio tells me that Singaporean very unfriendly. I told him impossible because everytime I see people and strangers smiling at foreigners, especially during the IMF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in unlucky bus 13. The bus was crowded like people mountain people sea. At the end of the bus is a slope that goes up and there was this Orpit lady who stood on higher ground. At some point on the way home the bus captain out of a sudden push the brake hard hard so it made everyone swing forward. I managed to stand my ground but the Orpit lady cannot make it too lousy so she leaned on me but it didn't feel like she was leaning on me. Maybe because she is too light. Normally anyone would give me a not happy face but abnormally she smiled at me apologetically and I was touched and as they used to say a smile can make a person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another of the other day I walked past this traditional shop selling household items like pails and brooms. I accidently stepped on the uncle's foot but instead of being angry and mumbling some hokkien phrases that says the youths are nothing but shit the uncle actually acknowledged my apologies and even smiled at me. I was surprised and as they used to say a smile can make a person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today I went to have some fish soup for dinner. The cook smiled and asked me about my T-shirt which featured The Beatles. Normally people would ask, you listen to the beatles ah? and I would reply that I actually know nothing about the beatles but just act only to make myself look more cool to blend into the crowd something like that, but this guy here actually asked me is this the group from Taiwan called F4. I don't know if he's trying to be funny or if he's trying to be clever but as they used to say a smile can make a person's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, from today onwards, I seek to smile to make a person's day. You should too to make Singapore have more good years ahead. Tomorrow first thing I will do is smile at the examiner. Wish me luck for the exams and those who are waiting for NS as well as those who are having exams like me, best of luck to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-117008317525042101?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/117008317525042101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=117008317525042101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117008317525042101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/117008317525042101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/suddenly-world-is-very-friendly.html' title='Suddenly The World Is Very Friendly'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116973189626641379</id><published>2007-01-25T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:31:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Exams Haven End But</title><content type='html'>Today exams haven't finish but to celebrate the end of mini-exams, a few of my polytechnicfriends and I went to City Hall and then to Peninsula Plaza to play computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we become good citizens. We didn't jay-walk like every other matured and handsum and pretty orpit people does at the city hall. A few days ago, STOMP aka the best website in Singapore featured a user (with a picture of tourists/ang moh jaywalking) saying that tourist shouldn't jaywalk and that we should help to carry the tourist's ball ball by not jaywalking. So as a result we will set a good example and the foreigners will become better and make the Singapore a better place for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the pedestrian crossing but luckily we didn't become too good a citizen as we forgot to raise both hands when crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to this Internet shop creatively called IRC. Without further a do, we went in and this lady at the counter I talk to her in chinese but she still reply me in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off by playing Counterstrike. Then Battlefield something one. Very tok kong one I never hear or play before one. We had a lot of fun and were like little children playing games for the first time. We played for around 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate Burger King and I had Grilled Chicken. As usual I was hungry like don't know what and I ate very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end, we went home. I went towards the East and they, towards the West.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116973189626641379?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116973189626641379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116973189626641379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116973189626641379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116973189626641379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-exams-haven-end-but.html' title='Today Exams Haven End But'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116951500593822422</id><published>2007-01-23T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:16:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My house downstair got Funeral</title><content type='html'>Then some old people with instruments were playing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我送你離開 千里之外 你無聲黑白 &lt;br /&gt;I send you away beyond a thousand miles you no sound black white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fitting song man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116951500593822422?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116951500593822422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116951500593822422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116951500593822422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116951500593822422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-house-downstair-got-funeral.html' title='My house downstair got Funeral'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116912436674517920</id><published>2007-01-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:46:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birday To Gay Chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img306.imageshack.us/img306/5958/c9c40b86xu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dearest Gay Chou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this, you must know that you should stop becoming a Star in movies and go back to the drawing board to draw your treble clefs and bass clefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you don't know that people are just carrying your balls by giving you a Gold Horse. And that Zhang Yimou, you really think he thinks you are good. To be blunt you were a joker in Autumn Remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see singers like Alan Luo topping the music charts, I know there's something wrong. When I watch MTV-Asia Taiwan, I find that your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Fantasy&lt;/span&gt; actually sounded out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have it in you and I know it. Please unleash your tok-kong-ness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature not required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116912436674517920?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116912436674517920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116912436674517920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116912436674517920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116912436674517920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birday-to-gay-chou.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116817563192794597</id><published>2007-01-07T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:15:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going back to my Motherland soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Name of Student: YEO KER SIANG&lt;br /&gt;Admission Number: 05XXXXX&lt;br /&gt;Name of Company you are attached to:  OITP-WEIFANG,SHANDONG,CHINA(DMR) &lt;br /&gt;Reporting Address:  SG &lt;br /&gt;Person to Report to:   &lt;br /&gt;Telephone Number:   &lt;br /&gt;ITP Start Date:  2007-02-12 &lt;br /&gt;ITP End Date:   2007-04-14 &lt;br /&gt;Time of Reporting:  8.30AM &lt;br /&gt;Allowance:  0/Month&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116817563192794597?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116764627129801112</id><published>2007-01-01T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:24:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blog Of 2006 (Female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner is none other than &lt;a href="http://www.leessaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shu Hui&lt;/a&gt;. She sounds and looks naive most of the times, is funny and has good english. She is also a pretty face but loses to her sister. Also check out the way she changes boyfriends like anyone changes clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blog of 2006 (Male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singapore-ah-chen.blogspot.com"&gt;Singapore Ah Chen&lt;/a&gt; takes the throne. He updates regularly and possesses some humour and decent pictures plus encounters that keeps things interesting throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable Mentions :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.the-sweetest-thing.blogspot.com"&gt;Guan Hui&lt;/a&gt; (uses Matured vocabularly), Simon (sadly retired with the news of Steve Irwin's Death), &lt;a href="http://totallychaotic.blogspot.com"&gt;Melissa Peh&lt;/a&gt; (sounds poetic some times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Album of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Indie-pop album from Taiwan is surprising and raw. Plus Desert Chang has a great voice. It was $18.90 well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/7386/144a0faa1ac7cfcl7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjAZGlzsFEQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjAZGlzsFEQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I would say, Mee Siam Mai Hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moment of 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/7324/zidanefrancefighter4mfpo3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None's that tok kong enough. But The Departed comes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5160/departed2006jh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notable mentions :&lt;/span&gt; V For Vendetta, Confession Of Pain, Autumn Remembrance, Dead Man's     Chest, Superman Returns, Inside Man, and Casino Royale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joke of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wee Shu Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drama of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/3029/11978xr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went out with Ragboy and company. We sang Kbox and then we went to Cineleisure's foodcourt for some games of chopsticks(that primary school game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the new year arrived, we went out. We discovered to our horror the sheer amount of Foreign Talents. I saw one of them sprayed a poor lady. Really certified bastards. Luckily, none of them sprayed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116764627129801112?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116764627129801112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116764627129801112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116764627129801112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116764627129801112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-2006.html' title='The Year 2006'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116739402340683694</id><published>2006-12-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:07:03.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date With Zhao Yuan and Sim Hou</title><content type='html'>Since today Wai Kit's ITP orpit gave him a New Year 'Eve' early off, he asked me go watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Confession Of Pain&lt;/span&gt;. So I asked Simon and Zhao Yuan along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I told Simon and Zhao Yuan not to be late because the show's starting at 12.20pm. In the end, I was the one who was late. Anyway, we chiong down City Link into Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, Wai Kit's face very black. But don't care him, we went in and just nice the show start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we went to have Kentucky. We saw the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pledge Of Quality&lt;/span&gt; certificate and instantly we were reminded of the good old days. Then we talked about Ranjit, Cheryl Tang, and Mr Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chicken feast, we decided to piak pool. Wai Kit suggested Marine Square, so we agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Marina Square but it was quite empty. Out of sudden this petite girl with a typical Singaporean look asked me to open a bottle of Mountain Dew. I must have looked really serious. As I was wearing my favourite Superman T-shirt, I gave her the Superman-Smile and popped it open Champagne-Style with my Willpower alone. She was shocked, and with her small hands barely holding my muscular bicep, she told me, "Too bad you don't look anything like Superman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we just piak pool for fun. We kept calling Zhao Yuan 'The Curse' because he either miscues or shoots the white bola into the deep hole. After that, we became really serious, so we had a tournament of sorts. The final standings is as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold   1st : Hiap Seng&lt;br /&gt;Silver 2nd : Wai Kit&lt;br /&gt;Bronze 3rd : Simon&lt;br /&gt;       4th : Zhao Yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got first. Maybe it was the T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they went home while I went to get something from my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116739402340683694?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116739402340683694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116739402340683694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116739402340683694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116739402340683694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/date-with-zhao-yuan-and-sim-hou.html' title='A Date With Zhao Yuan and Sim Hou'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116696819966824860</id><published>2006-12-24T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:49:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope Santa Claus visits me tonight</title><content type='html'>Though I've been a fairly good but not so good boy this year, I still believe that Santa will visit me. And even though I don't really celebrate Christmas, I still believe that he will visit me and attempt to cast a Conversion spell on me. I can visualise it, Santa will say it before he casts the spell, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm sorry, sonny, but it's part of me and I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;" Then he will point his Barang-Barang choked full of presents at me, Hairy Potter style rather reluctantly-but-actually-he-wants-it, and shout, "Konver-mundo!" However, I still won't really celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes through the window, because my flat doesn't have the chimney but only a machine called 'ELBA' that sucks the oil and smoke when I cook food. I also don't have a fireplace, except a altar that locates before Dua Peh Gong. I hope that he can come through the window, but he's Santa Claus so there shouldn't be any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he gives me a present, I will not accept it. Because CME told me not to accept gifts from strangers. Instead, I will demand him to make sure that my New Year Resolutions come true. These New Year Resolutions are being forwared to Guan Yin Ma weekly as well. But since I'm a Singaporean, no harm seeking for another miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year Resolutions are as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow More Muscular&lt;br /&gt;Grow Taller&lt;br /&gt;Grow more Independent&lt;br /&gt;24-hour protection for my family&lt;br /&gt;24-hour protection for friends that are worthy of&lt;br /&gt;Become more cleverer&lt;br /&gt;Become more wiser&lt;br /&gt;Become more handsum&lt;br /&gt;Become more matured&lt;br /&gt;Become more Elite&lt;br /&gt;Get 5 points for every NAPFA station&lt;br /&gt;Take better pictures&lt;br /&gt;Watch better movies&lt;br /&gt;Hear better music&lt;br /&gt;Eat more Mee Pok&lt;br /&gt;Eat more Pig Liver&lt;br /&gt;Drink more Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Drink more Green Tea &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Don't know why Government hasn't banned this in view of the ageing population)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Take the Car Basic Theory&lt;br /&gt;Get My Car License&lt;br /&gt;Get the Taxi Vocational License (must wait till 30 years old first)&lt;br /&gt;Get the Bus Driver License (Better be prepared)&lt;br /&gt;Wear my Superman T-shirt and - Stop MRT track suicides, Eradicate MLM (Top Priority)&lt;br /&gt;World Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit is cliched but we all live in cliched world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and have a wonderful New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116696819966824860?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116696819966824860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116696819966824860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116696819966824860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116696819966824860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hope-santa-claus-visits-me-tonight.html' title='I hope Santa Claus visits me tonight'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116676307115425213</id><published>2006-12-22T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:51:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/6642/a01qe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse of The Golden Flower is an epic extravaganza, filled with great visuals and a stellar cast that doesn't disappoint - except for Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is based on Mu Shui's favourite movie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lei Yu&lt;/span&gt;. It's a story of incest (accidental and non-accidental), jealousy, and power. No expenses were spared as the palace is wonderfully decorated and setup with details and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow Yun-Fatt puts in a sinister and evil performance as the Emperor, while Gong Li is more than a match for Chow with her seasoned acting. Against the heavyweights, Jay Chou pales in comparison. In fact, his acting was much better in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Initial D&lt;/span&gt;. There were moments where the audience were about to burst into laughter when Prince Jie (Jay Chou) had a heart-to-heart-talk with the Empress. Jay looks forced and unnatural. Much like his 7th album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Still Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;, the ending song, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ju Hua Tai&lt;/span&gt;, was a song of redemption. A piece of poetic lyrics and a competent tune results in a fantastic song only made better with Jay Chou shedding the RnB-style of slurring, then replacing it with his once in a blue moon crystal-clear voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending looks undecided on the outside, but it actually leaves you thinking, only for you to realise that it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ending. Curse is not your typical Wu Xia film. It is a gripping drama that never let go, and is a great drama of incest, love and struggles within an imperial family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116676307115425213?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116676307115425213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116676307115425213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116676307115425213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116676307115425213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/autumn-remembrance.html' title='Autumn Remembrance'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116669500861959515</id><published>2006-12-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:56:48.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I go my Ah Ma house make RiceBall</title><content type='html'>Mid-winter (冬至） is coming. So my Ah Ma is making riceball to pray to the ancestors and Dua Peh Gong, Ti Gong, and Tu Di Gong etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step inside the house only the baby cried. (My ah ma is a part-time babysitter) Do I really look like a monster? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/3767/image139uo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain caused my Ah Ma's house ceiling to drip water. The water drip so much until the electricity became shorted, causing some of the rooms to lose its ability to illuminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/2876/image136br0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/1666/image140zz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/5739/image141la8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/2526/image143mt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116669500861959515?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116669500861959515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116669500861959515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116669500861959515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116669500861959515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-go-my-ah-ma-house-make.html' title='Today I go my Ah Ma house make RiceBall'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116661671576764174</id><published>2006-12-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:11:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be Jack Bauer already</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8169/processordr9.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116661671576764174?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116661671576764174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116661671576764174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116661671576764174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116661671576764174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-can-be-jack-bauer-already.html' title='I can be Jack Bauer already'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116635764035545580</id><published>2006-12-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:14:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-Chou.Net Chalet 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/2448/img5304bt8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/3888/img5320nk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time I asked my auntie who was in Taiwan to get this jigsaw puzzle, but it was too late. In the end, I still got it, and I won it fair and square. No wonder they say that if its yours, its yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116635764035545580?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116635764035545580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116635764035545580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116635764035545580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116635764035545580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/gay-chounet-chalet-2006.html' title='Gay-Chou.Net Chalet 2006'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116599288156501181</id><published>2006-12-13T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:54:41.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost But Couldn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/2603/img5268wv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be another 2.4 km run session with my polytechnicfriend, but the weather didn't like us so we postponed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ran alone. There was only this huge guy walking around the track and a Pest Control Uncle who always glanced at me when I ran past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to cancel it. I even sms-ed my polytechnicfriend that I'm cancelling it. The wind was very big and the clouds were very black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was at that moment that Guan Yin Ma whispered into my ear and said, why should you let Lightning God control your destiny? I agreed with him/her. Since I was already at Bedok, I might as well just take the bus to the Stadium, take a huge leap of faith, and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leap paid off. I clocked in at 10 minutes and 36 seconds. 6 seconds short of my personal best. If only I had gave my all in the ultimate lap. The clouds were gathering and lightning was lightning, but it still hasn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run, I perspired more than I did in the last two sessions combined. Sweat was dripping from my eyelashes and my clothes and pants were drenched. I rested for a while, but it still won't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ability to improve so much within such a short period proves only one thing. And that is I have a fairly good stamina inside me, but the funny thing is I have asthma. Next time, I should be breaking my personal best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took bus 31 back home and on the way I had Mee Pok Dry. After that, I had some Honeydew. Nowadays, the Honeydew no more Malaysia one, only got Australia one. Then just as I was about to walk home, it finally rained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116599288156501181?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116599288156501181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116599288156501181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116599288156501181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116599288156501181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-but-couldnt.html' title='Almost But Couldn&apos;t'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116592937031373356</id><published>2006-12-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:16:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a great song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChA7NduFLoo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChA7NduFLoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116592937031373356?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116592937031373356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116592937031373356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116592937031373356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116592937031373356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-great-song.html' title='Still a great song'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116575314926251097</id><published>2006-12-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:19:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullied in her Own country =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Molested in mall, but no one helped her&lt;br /&gt;Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;(c) 2006 Singapore Press Holdings Limited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARLY last Saturday, sales officer S. M. Lim was setting up a Christmas display at the 7-Eleven store in Orchard Towers when a stranger came up from behind and slapped her on the buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a stunned and outraged Miss Lim confronted the Caucasian man, she says that he merely 'smiled at me and asked, 'Why? You've never been touched by a man before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lim, 24, shouted for help and then approached the security officer at Orchard Towers, a building with many pubs and bars which are popular with tourists and expatriates. She wanted him to prevent her molester from leaving and to call the police. But no one offered help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security officer was even ordered by his superiors to mind his own business, she says. They told Miss Lim she should have known 'what kind of place Orchard Towers is'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When the Caucasian man heard them say this, he laughed at me and walked off,' Miss Lim said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lodged a police report last Monday and a CCTV recording of the molestation has been handed over to the police by 7-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Miss Lim: 'What upset me most was how the security officers refused to help.' She has since approached the building's manager, Chesterton International, and the security guards' firm, King's Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesterton International senior executive director Patrick Foong said he would contact King's Security to find out what happened. He said: 'We apologise if our guards didn't seem helpful. If they are found guilty of not helping, they will be sacked.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King's Security declined to comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116575314926251097?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116575314926251097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116575314926251097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116575314926251097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116575314926251097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/bullied-in-her-own-country.html' title='Bullied in her Own country =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116564468982226295</id><published>2006-12-09T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:11:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4622/lw4canonpowershotwideweir7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the classic feel to the camera. I have a older G5, but there's always a reason to upgrade. I thought about DSLR (Those damn big ones), but as my Father used to say, don't buy shoes that is too big for your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/4141/4090rw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most may think that the PSP is a wiser choice, nothing beats Nintendo when it comes to solid gameplay. The only thing that appeals to me about the PSP is Metal Gear Solid Portable Ops. However, I still love my childish and fat Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/7074/470console061115bp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Xbox ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here are the latest Japanese console hardware sales for the week of Nov 27 - Dec 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="50%" bordercolor="#8FB6D6" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" style="font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size:12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=#DDDDDD&gt;&lt;th&gt;Platform&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Sales&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Total&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wii&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;350,358&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;350,358&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;DS Lite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;176,901&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;6,132,183&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;PlayStation 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;31,436&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;187,796&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;PSP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;23,917&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;1,564,018&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;PlayStation 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;23,115&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;1,298,367&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Xbox 360&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;4,053&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;110,503&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;GBA SP&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;1,572&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;215,240&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;GB Micro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;1,252&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;136,719&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;GameCube&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;821&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;72,060&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;140&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;957,347&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;GBA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;3,292&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Xbox&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;1,716&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/7518/coverxx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/6594/finalfantasyvadvancegx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games that still stand tall among the visual-fest-only that is of games nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/9524/pic319wm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still using that broken-already-but-elephant-glued-back-donno-how-many-times-vacuum-cleaner. Time for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/818/img3353rk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 4E4 class outing. Maybe we should go cycling or something simpler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116564468982226295?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116564468982226295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116564468982226295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116564468982226295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116564468982226295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is . . .'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116548759798134396</id><published>2006-12-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:37:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many steps from me, One small leap in time</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't post for so long. But as they used to say, everything happens for a reason. You see, I've been preparing myself to be muscular and fit so as to excel in NS. Recently I struck a deal with my polytechnicfriend to run 2.4 kilometres every Tuesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first session was last Tuesday. I clocked in at 17 minutes. It seems that my polytechnicfriend was there to make myself feel superior because he only ran 800 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following Thursday came. Alas, illness brought me down, so it was cancelled. As GuanYinMa would have it, my polytechnicfriend contracted my illness too and we missed the Tuesday session. So all in all we missed two sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today was a day of redemption. I clocked in at 13 minutes 16.2 seconds. Though its nothing to shout about, but :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17 X 60) - (13 X 60 + 16.2) / (17 X 60) X 100 = 21.94117647 % Improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistically speaking my friend did better, because he ran 2 kilometres today. That's like ... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off strongly. Leaving my polytechnicfriend to eat the dust of my dust. I kept running past this Primary School Physical Education teacher. Too bad I couldn't see her clearly enough because my Visual Aid wasn't on. It's like GuanYinMa gave me a gift but he/she forgot to wrap it nicely. I also ran past Primary school kids. They are so cute that I feel so old out of a sudden. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(See Fig.1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to complete the Penultimate lap, I saw my polytechnicfriend in a distance. The distance was decreasing, and it made me feel like stopping. Fortunately, the Yeo Hiap Seng in me exploded, unleashing its potential into life, therefore propelling me forward into my ultimate lap, and finally completing the 2.4 kilometres run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the climax, I felt like I'm going to float anytime. You know the feeling. The feeling that you always have when you got off the best roller-coaster ride you just had. I strolled to the water cooler. Even the algae-infested outlet of the water couldn't stop the thirst in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there's like only 20% of improvement in such a short span of time, I feel that I can still do better. As they always say, there's always room for improvement. Next time I will just try to break my personal record of 10 minutes 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/2263/kidsqn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fig.1 Me watching the kids and resting after the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116548759798134396?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116548759798134396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116548759798134396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116548759798134396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116548759798134396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/many-steps-from-me-one-small-leap-in.html' title='Many steps from me, One small leap in time'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116515452713164243</id><published>2006-12-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:45:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These few days my father's friend is in Singapore</title><content type='html'>So we went to some places, and I took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my Father asked me about my application for the best Polytechnic's overseas attachment. I was rejected. My Father was disappointed. Too bad that academic results isn't everything after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate giving him false hope. I've disappointed him far too many times in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img236.imageshack.us/img236/9589/img5218ep7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img333.imageshack.us/img333/5857/img5220kq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/669/img5227vd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/3720/extratc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5055/img5235bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img290.imageshack.us/img290/1039/img5239wn0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/5759/img5247qw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/1466/img5249gk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/6076/img5252br0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/9418/img5256fq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/9093/untitled1xp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116515452713164243?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116515452713164243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116515452713164243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116515452713164243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116515452713164243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-few-days-my-fathers-friend-is-in.html' title='These few days my father&apos;s friend is in Singapore'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116480356078172440</id><published>2006-11-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T20:41:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today First Time played Gu Zheng</title><content type='html'>I went to my friend's house to study today. Test was at 5pm, but the Xian Xi never come. So we were off at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his house, I saw his cute sister's gu zheng. My friend taught me a few tunes, I was so touched. So I never study, then continue to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also tried to play some gay chou songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result, it reminds me of the very first day that I went for my organ lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOp8iYFUi2s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOp8iYFUi2s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116480356078172440?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116480356078172440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116480356078172440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116480356078172440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116480356078172440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-first-time-played-gu-zheng.html' title='Today First Time played Gu Zheng'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116471559800997658</id><published>2006-11-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:12:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey boys/woman check this revolution out, a singer showing her neh neh pok in a video.</title><content type='html'>After watching it, I told my Father. He very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father has written a letter to his lawyer, Mountain-Tortoise Lee Sua Ku, preparing to sue YouTube and this Malaysian girl for damaging and corrupting my innocent mind. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLfvAqHO_nU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLfvAqHO_nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116471559800997658?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116471559800997658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116471559800997658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116471559800997658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116471559800997658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-boyswoman-check-this-revolution.html' title='Hey boys/woman check this revolution out, a singer showing her neh neh pok in a video.'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116447076873778470</id><published>2006-11-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:45:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pimp's Bird Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME34-JB34sE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME34-JB34sE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajy253e5tyw"&gt;Second Video Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No more braces!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/8527/img5087mn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5682/img5090mj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I look like Aaron Kwok a not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/3909/img5095ps4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8859/img5098uc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin Chen very touched and wants to cry but holds back and stood strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/2119/img5106zl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I look like Aaron Kwok right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/5659/img5111tg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone watches King Kong while yours truly prepares for photo-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/4391/img5119vp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Group Photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/4396/img5120bl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatively Handsum pic of me taken by the Bird Day Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4568/img5121sh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Aaron Kwok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/7635/img5128tr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragboy looking like a Smoking-WuBai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/743/img5144rg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wubai frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/9572/img5148qb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-A-Boo : Jiaying trying to steal the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/3323/img5149zy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and show some love to my valley leh . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/9552/img5152sj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ah! Kimochi . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/3149/img5154eu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wubai Model-ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/7881/img5157rn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I wish I never bought that Sony Ericsson . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/751/img5163hu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't steal my chicken rice leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/1222/img5164zf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CatBoy without his leather suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/8466/img5165kw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the straw in the cup or on the mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/6672/img5169lf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how girls take pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/2329/img5172ay3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was very touched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/4480/img5176uy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Yuan funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/9539/img5183sw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wakakakaka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/9792/img5186dp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wubai jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/4352/img5189ph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5858/img5192lr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee-o-wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/8085/img5205mu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116447076873778470?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116447076873778470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116447076873778470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116447076873778470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116447076873778470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/pimps-bird-day.html' title='The Pimp&apos;s Bird Day'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116419743380119258</id><published>2006-11-22T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:12:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm just destined to help people</title><content type='html'>Bus 13 came and I boarded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, I remembered I haven't top up my easy card. So I checked my wallet and there wasn't any coins. So can't help it, I had to alight. Too bad there was many people already boarding, and I accidentally stepped on someone's slippers. I didn't look at that person but I could feel his/her stare. Too bad, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry at myself. It was such a waste of time and I had to wait for another unlucky 13 to arrive. Very quickly I walked to Eunos MRT and top up my easy card. After that, an Old Uncle who reeked of cigarettes asked me how to buy train ticket to Yishun. So I showed him. I think he cannot read Ang Moh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn proud of myself. It's like I'm a good citizen, and that I'm not a useless boy after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116419743380119258?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116419743380119258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116419743380119258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116419743380119258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116419743380119258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-im-just-destined-to-help.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m just destined to help people'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116402799388458684</id><published>2006-11-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:06:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had a short sleep</title><content type='html'>This past week or so has got to be rated as the most busy Polytechnic week. For the first time Polytechnic was very serious, really serious. I stayed up till quite late for projects and studying. Not considered very late but still late enough to change my sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, perhaps I was inspired by my friendly neighbourhood coursemate, who happens to excel academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt so tired in the evening, I fell asleep. Then I woke up about 3 hours later. I hope I can have a good, long and quality sleep tonight. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116402799388458684?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116402799388458684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116402799388458684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116402799388458684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116402799388458684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-had-short-sleep.html' title='I just had a short sleep'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116397688788278759</id><published>2006-11-20T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:54:47.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I go to Jean Yip Slimming Centre?</title><content type='html'>I have grown fatter and less muscular. =( Last night I weighed myself and I'm 75 kg. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today morning I tried to wear the rest of my jeans all cannot fit in, it felt very tight-fit but not as tight and sexy as most girls ones, then I can't put my Taiwan Hamfone inside the pocket. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that I think I cannot join NS and protect my country already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116397688788278759?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116397688788278759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116397688788278759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116397688788278759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116397688788278759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-go-to-jean-yip-slimming.html' title='Should I go to Jean Yip Slimming Centre?'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116390126965758186</id><published>2006-11-19T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:54:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://soccernet-att.espn.go.com/design05/DJ/20061118/rooney_sb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116390126965758186?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116390126965758186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116390126965758186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116390126965758186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116390126965758186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-man.html' title='Yes man!'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116374416190820661</id><published>2006-11-17T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:40:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make some Motivation</title><content type='html'>It's time for another 4E4 gathering. Air Levels are gone and NS is coming. However, no one wants to get the baton and start running. =( Therefore, I shall post some great pictures to spur and motivate everyone that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3MxOViuVpk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3MxOViuVpk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/8111/untitled4nq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/7991/img2670ia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/3697/img2699pt9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/7289/lovingcouplesk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/4760/simongivingadvicetosiyutt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1470/img2795zv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/9678/img3351us6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/818/img3353rk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116374416190820661?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116374416190820661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116374416190820661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116374416190820661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116374416190820661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-make-some-motivation.html' title='Let&apos;s Make some Motivation'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116349850468409488</id><published>2006-11-14T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:01:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Chou very handsum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/8443/a01mp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116349850468409488?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116349850468409488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116349850468409488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116349850468409488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116349850468409488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/gay-chou-very-handsum.html' title='Gay Chou very handsum'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116323209391300541</id><published>2006-11-11T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:13:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Island 11/11/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/5391/2007teenagemutantninjatzc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning went to Kusu Island from Marine South Ferry Terminal. Saw many many of Simon's fellow countrymen. 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Today wasn't raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a bus at parkway there, then when the bus came,&lt;br /&gt;I chionged to the door, cuz the sun damn big later make me dark dark!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then when i was about to step up the bus, this siao char bor who is as tall as Yao Ming from out of nowhere intersection my path!&lt;br /&gt;and i had to wait for her to talk to the bus driver and 'tong' her moola!&lt;br /&gt;poor me was out in the sun becoming dark!&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story : char bors these days think so highly of themselves!&lt;br /&gt;i think someone should publish a book especially for girls who thinks so highly of themselves!&lt;br /&gt;but maybe the women chapters will step in even before the book is written!&lt;br /&gt;guys living in this era is so . . . sad. always kena top bottom left right centre. every girls think all guys are Robert, can give them anyhow step like a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;it's right that the guys are taking the females' position.  must show who is the daddy.&lt;br /&gt;wake up girls! this is not Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was raining a little bit of cats and dogs. I left my blankets out to dry but when I was at Parkway it started to rain. I thought yesterday is the day that Guan Yin Ma left his/her home to enlightenment that's why it rained. But today also rain. So I quickly went home. After I took my blankets in, it only started to rained heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Of E-learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116313352586846449?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116313352586846449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116313352586846449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116313352586846449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116313352586846449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-week-final-day.html' title='E-learning Week - Final Day'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116307190199847392</id><published>2006-11-09T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:43:52.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning Week - Day 4</title><content type='html'>The dust has settled but yesterday was only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I continue to do my e-learning assignments. I can't say I breezed through them but I can only say I've almost completed them. (almost, but couldn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made another realisation, and that is it's been such a long time I've used the MSN messenger. Sometimes all you need is a rest and things will start to look fresh to you again. It's like listening to Gay Chou's songs. Somedays I love Marlon Brando, somedays I love Wars, yet somedays I love Vampires. How I wish all things in life are that lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116307190199847392?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116307190199847392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116307190199847392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116307190199847392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116307190199847392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-week-day-4.html' title='E-learning Week - Day 4'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116297086018167415</id><published>2006-11-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:51:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning Week - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Changed my desktop after so long :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/3158/newam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swee or not? Not swee, just laugh inside your heart can liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I had a stomach upset out of a sudden. So I proceeded to my house's concentration camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in there for don't know how long with my arm on the bar supporting my head, but it felt like eternity. All my troubles and sins were deposited, and later flushed away after countless battles between my conscience and doppelganger. At the same time, I did some soul-searching too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the concentration camp, I felt so refreshed. It's like I am a new me. It was at that moment that I realised that the stomach upset was a ploy by Guan Yin Ma to shed away my skin and be a new person again, so that I will finally start on my E-learning assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very true. Very quickly, I switched on my computer and visited the website of the best Polytechnic in Singapore. Suddenly I feel so interested and enthusiastic. I must say my frequent and sincere visits to Si Beh Law has paid off. Guan Yin Ma has finally noticed me and has chosen the right time to bend my body in the right direction to enlightenment and fantastic academic results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/6365/elearningrr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/7916/fullmarkszl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah seh. So long never get 100 marks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident which didn't happen by luck has cemented Guan Yin Ma a place in my heart. It has further driven and motivated me to visit Si Beh Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116297086018167415?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116297086018167415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116297086018167415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116297086018167415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116297086018167415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-week-day-3.html' title='E-learning Week - Day 3'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116289135209648275</id><published>2006-11-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:28:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning Week - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceTIrxLdP-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ceTIrxLdP-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my trembling hands and sinusitis(spelling correct or not?). I was finishing coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116289135209648275?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116289135209648275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116289135209648275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116289135209648275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116289135209648275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-week-day-2.html' title='E-learning Week - Day 2'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116281048143975364</id><published>2006-11-06T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:02:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-learning Week - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, I printed out all the relevant notes/tutorials with my lousy printer. Then I stapled them together. After that I never do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to have some fruits after dinner. The crazy uncle gave me the Jiu-hoo-honeydew VS Australian-honeydew crap again. But he very funny so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the honeydew before I reached my house downstairs. Then I saw this female waiting for the elevator. She look 90% like this (10% gone because she's not ang moh) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/679/175pxpbsaratancredizi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except with black-framed spectacles. I gave her some eye contact and she gave me some too. Not purposely one ah because she really look like Sarah Wayne Callies. She probably thinks I'm a pervert. But never mind because all males are perverts. I took the stairs up 3 floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour who was doing some carpentry work, saw me and said to me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah. So fast finish dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says : "Fast meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Young man is hungry and they eat fast." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Day 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116281048143975364?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116281048143975364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116281048143975364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116281048143975364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116281048143975364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-learning-week-day-1.html' title='E-learning Week - Day 1'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116260924268137195</id><published>2006-11-04T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:00:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read this on Sgforums and I cried. =( =( =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Im am 24 years old and im considered quite pretty . In the past i had many relationships which did not work out well so my friends told me to be more cautious in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i met somebody who i feel very comfortable with and he is very nice to me. After a while he professed his love for me. I was very happy but i play aloof and told him that i would like to stay for friends for now despite every part of me wanting to tell him that i feel the same way maybe lesser but definitely more than friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told him , lets just be friends and see how it goes, this went on for another month of so and i felt it was the right decision. I was contemplating telling him soon i start to have real feelings for him and i would like to consider him as a bf and more than just a friend. But my good friends say hold on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , we were just talking casually over the phone, and i mentioned i have cravings for some fruits. He said really? and i said yes. Then he said "okay". Then he said call me later. I sort of knew what he will do, he has always been this considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didnt call me back, two days later - i found out he died in a car accident in johor, apparently he sped all the way there to buy some fruits and crashed and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sad about his death, really i am. But i am sadder that he died without knowing my true feelings for him. I really wish i have told him that i do love him but its now too late. This i feel will be one of the black marks or scars in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, sometimes in life, there is no laters. Look to the person at your side, tell him/her how much you appreciate her. Life is cruel and sometimes short. There may be no next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116260924268137195?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116260924268137195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116260924268137195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116260924268137195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116260924268137195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-read-this-on-sgforums-and-i-cried.html' title='I read this on Sgforums and I cried. =( =( =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116255740629762196</id><published>2006-11-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:36:46.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How come like this?</title><content type='html'>There are two paths to the Hawker Centre near my house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is an open-spaced carpark, the other is the corridor that lies beside the void decks of HDB flats. They are both parallel to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I take the carpark path, I seem to reach my destination faster. While sometimes I take the corridor path, the end looks so far away and tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116255740629762196?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116255740629762196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116255740629762196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116255740629762196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116255740629762196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-come-like-this.html' title='How come like this?'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116238824656720211</id><published>2006-11-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:37:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I extend my talisman to all my A Levels friends</title><content type='html'>Because I believe good results are 66.6% luck, 33.3% hard work. Though it might be too late too sad but if you need anything, just do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/4773/49551634055smallqm6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will suddenly have inspirations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116238824656720211?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116238824656720211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116238824656720211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116238824656720211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116238824656720211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-extend-my-talisman-to-all-my-levels.html' title='I extend my talisman to all my A Levels friends'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116228841044282968</id><published>2006-10-31T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:56:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guan Yin Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>The other day I accidentally keep beoing my friend's girlfriend. Not my fault ah, I didn't know. But as they used to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deny our impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked at her, I experienced many many deja vus. But in the end, it wasn't a glitch in the matrix. She was just my ex primary school mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Saturday/Sunday, I will go to Si Beh Law to seek mercy and forgiveness from Guan Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Dearest Goddess Of Compassion, I didn't mean to beo my friend's girlfriend. And I really never fantasize about her. There wasn't enough time for me to picture everything and put the pieces together. Please don't make my results lousy lousy and please continue to protect my family and friends. Kum Sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116228841044282968?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116228841044282968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116228841044282968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116228841044282968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116228841044282968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/guan-yin-forgive-me.html' title='Guan Yin Forgive Me'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116220254777719653</id><published>2006-10-30T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:02:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7761/heroesdownloadsdesktopgfe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series tells the story of people who "thought they were like everyone else ... until they woke with incredible abilities." The premise is that these people have a role in saving mankind.[3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the official NBC website, not only do the characters discover what having superpowers means to them, but also uncover a larger picture concerning the origin of their superpowers. The characters eventually become involved in each other's lives as they attempt to evade the series antagonist, who wishes to harness their "super DNA" for his own ends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116220254777719653?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116220254777719653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116220254777719653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116220254777719653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116220254777719653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116209448319995676</id><published>2006-10-29T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:05:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I went back to my Primary School</title><content type='html'>My Primary School very rich. Happy happy say rebuilt everything means rebuilt. (See the picture, so swee and nice they still want to rebuild.) So we had a BBQ session there then talked about lots of the childish things we did back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/5388/image084vj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/2028/image085xm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116209448319995676?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116209448319995676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116209448319995676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116209448319995676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116209448319995676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-i-went-back-to-my-primary.html' title='Yesterday I went back to my Primary School'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116196172774872713</id><published>2006-10-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:12:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite Movie Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ki42ZSIJjaU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ki42ZSIJjaU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what movies are lacking these days. Memorable, impactful moments. When I first saw it, it was oh-my-god, then I laughed because it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116196172774872713?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116196172774872713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116196172774872713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116196172774872713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116196172774872713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-my-favourite-movie-moments.html' title='One of my favourite Movie Moments'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116193438739179041</id><published>2006-10-27T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:33:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inside Thing Nowadays Is Elites and Good Engrish</title><content type='html'>You all got notice or not? Firstly, there's this MP's daughter who -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i am inclined - too much, perhaps - to dismiss such people as crackpots. stupid crackpots. the sadder class. too often singaporeans - both the neighborhood poor and the red-taloned socialites - kid themselves into believing that our society, like most others, is compartmentalized by breeding. ridiculous. we are a tyranny of the capable and the clever, and the only other class is the complement.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lan eh. After the first two words only I don't know what is 'inclined' already man. But the passage looks very nice and sophisicated. Even though I don't understand the passage, I still think it's a very good English passage. I remember in Primary school, I used to fail English. Especially at the part in the English tests where they tests you on your matured vocabularly. Everytime they give you something blank to fill in, then I always choose the very sophisicated and cheem cheem word, but I still always get wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class also got one Elite. But belong to lousier type of elite, because he is Polytechnic student. To summary it up, he's those 'I rock like Sylvester Sim while you suck like Gay Chou and God Forbid Anyone Who Has A Different Opinion' type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ah gong, ah ma, Father, Mother, younger sister, cousins, auntie, uncle, great ah gong and great ah ma always tell me that one mountain higher still got another one higher. I think it's true because today I read the cheem cheem TIMES magazine and I read that Mount Everest has lost 37 metres in height ever since it's peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father quitted his high paying job (ok lah, not very high paying lah but for a poor family like mine it's considered better than tok-kong.com) to drive a taxi. While the income is lower, working hours longer, but he told me he feels healthier and less pressurised. There are some elites who takes Taxis and talk as if you owe them, but my Father say it's all in the minority. He told me that at his previous company, he could feel that his body is dying because of all the stress and workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me all that crap but I was still very touched. So I swear to Guan Yin Ma that I will get my Diploma and start working so that he can retire and watch Prison Break everyday at home. While a Diploma pay is lousy only $1.5 k, but at least my more muscular body can take the stress and loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116193438739179041?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116193438739179041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116193438739179041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116193438739179041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116193438739179041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/inside-thing-nowadays-is-elites-and.html' title='The Inside Thing Nowadays Is Elites and Good Engrish'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116190619635617243</id><published>2006-10-27T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:43:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Cock one leh. =(</title><content type='html'>Pimp Chen cheat my feelings make me waste my muscular strength to press the calculator. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life Path Number 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those embarking on number 7 Life Paths are affectionate, peace-loving individuals who prefer rationality to inspiration. These reserved and analytical deep-thinkers make great mathematicians, engineers, inventors, scientists and doctors.&lt;br /&gt;These intellectual and studious personalities often pursue advanced academic careers. As they love to read and absorb information, they usually require a great deal of private time to cultivate their knowledge. Number 7 children often excel at school and appear to be \\"old souls\\" for their age.&lt;br /&gt;Number 7 s are perfectionists who prefer silence to music, noise and crowds. They are methodical and thorough analysts who believe that \\"if you can\\'t do a job right, don\\'t do it at all.\\"&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious 7\\'s do not make friends easily. They despise the guile and manipulations associated with popular culture and dismiss all who do not pass their strict moral standards. 7\\'s often appear very reserved and aloof to others and many find it takes some time to even get up the nerve to approach them. Once a 7 does make a friend, however, it is usually for life.&lt;br /&gt;Although they are skeptical and analytical creatures, 7\\'s do rely on their gut instincts more than they rely on statistics, public opinion polls or advice from others. As they dislike being manipulated, television or the media disgusts many.&lt;br /&gt;These hermits enjoy being alone and far away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. For this reason, many of them prefer to live in the country where their nerves are not irritated by the hectic pace of urban life.&lt;br /&gt;The shadow side of a 7 is a tendency to become pessimistic, overly logical, quarrelsome and pessimistic. Many 7s are brilliant and (perhaps deservedly so) feel that the world owes them a living. If you are a number 7 who can\\'t seem to deal with people at all there is a chance that abrasive character traits that were formally considered eccentric have been demoted down to repulsive. A sign that a number 7 has strayed completely off of his or her life path is a complete withdrawal from society. In this case, the troubled 7 should try to recognize his or her original ambitions to improve the world through the application of wisdom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116190619635617243?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116190619635617243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116190619635617243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116190619635617243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116190619635617243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/talk-cock-one-leh.html' title='Talk Cock one leh. =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116169561620510262</id><published>2006-10-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:13:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I look like when my Manutd scores</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1753/114053700699203fl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I not as handsome. Have less muscular arms. And wears Fake Jersey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116169561620510262?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116169561620510262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116169561620510262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116169561620510262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116169561620510262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-i-look-like-when-my-manutd-scores.html' title='How I look like when my Manutd scores'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116160192769699765</id><published>2006-10-23T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:14:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I playing this Godly Game now</title><content type='html'>Click to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtAASBCBsG4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OtAASBCBsG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7R4urO2CwsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7R4urO2CwsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116160192769699765?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116160192769699765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116160192769699765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116160192769699765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116160192769699765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-playing-this-godly-game-now.html' title='I playing this Godly Game now'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116160033668002791</id><published>2006-10-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:45:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want Australia's or Jiu Hoo's Honeydew ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/1593/honeydewup7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;www.wegmans.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now the Fruit Uncle asked me this. You know and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; it's a funny question. But this question set my brain juices to spray around. I thought and thought and in the end I decided on our neighbour Jiu Hoo because some of my relatives live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I eat fruits everyday. Because I want to make myself healthy and make sure that I will become very very healthy when I join NS so I can safely and healthily protect my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised why. The Australia Honeydew costs $1.00, looks rounder and sexier, juicer and richer in colour. The Uncle tells me the Australia Honeydew very soft. The Jiu Hoo Honeydew costs $1.00 too. But it looks pale, less round and the Uncle tells me it's crispy. Such information scared me. Eat one fruit also so heart bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the Jiu Hoo Honeydew a bite. It was so crispy and juicy. I attained &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;immortality&lt;/span&gt;. I finished it in 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I understand that I made the wise choice with the Jiu Hoo Honeydew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116160033668002791?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116160033668002791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116160033668002791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116160033668002791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116160033668002791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-want-australias-or-jiu-hoos.html' title='You want Australia&apos;s or Jiu Hoo&apos;s Honeydew ?'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116150448574943731</id><published>2006-10-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:08:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is another first day of the Chinese Lunar Calendar Month. So early in the morning I woke up to go to Si Beh Law to pay Guan Yin Ma a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3941/image080yt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching the temple, I saw this poor guy sleeping with a book as a pillow in this half-assed playground. I wonder if I send this peekture to the Best Forum in Singapore aka STOMP, will Singaporeans be touched and give him 100k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking that picture, I couldn't take it. So I changed my praying pattern. I asked Guan Yin Ma to make sure that no one is homeless in this world. And may the world be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bade goodbye to Guan Yin Ma and went home. I played some games, read some news, and drank some coffee. Then when the time came I went to my Grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I set off for Parkway Parade and bought Maksim's latest album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/6056/img5005ff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the cashier don't like me. She used the penknife to take out the barcode then she scratched my CD case. You may think it's only a scratch but it's not your hard-earned money. I felt so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some walking around I waited at the bustop. This ang moh boy smiled and waved at me. I felt so touched and happy. Once a wisemen said I looked like a monkey, maybe that's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home and no one was home. Today is Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116150448574943731?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116150448574943731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116150448574943731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116150448574943731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116150448574943731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-sunday.html' title='Today is Sunday'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116110240850745044</id><published>2006-10-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:26:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwood Park</title><content type='html'>The wedding dinner was at titled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached the hotel, the bellboy opened the taxi door for me. So high class man. Even the tortoise in the mountains have experienced it, but I had never. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was very quiet and got this grand feeling. I walked around and guess what. I saw my idol, Eric Khoo, The Singaporean Movie Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/8312/64064cw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go inside the Bar and take a peekture with him but I shy and there's a lot of Ang Mohs inside the Bar so I very scared so in the end I never go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, I felt restricted. I was sitting with complete strangers so I didn't have the ball ball to unleash the hungry beast in me. I ate very little and drank very little Watermelon juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner, I went home on a Mercedes taxi. The taxi don't know why like damn small.  Smaller than my Father's lousy Toyota taxi. But never mind, the engine damn good. Whenever the taxi driver happy happy press the accelerator I feel like I'm sitting beside Michael Schumi. But the driver like don't like me, I speak to him in Chinese he reply in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Wedding dinners last forever. Because after that nothing is smooth sailing and there's every chance that a Perfect Storm comes along. I wish my Auntie the best and hope she will not have a divorce again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116110240850745044?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116110240850745044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116110240850745044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116110240850745044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116110240850745044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/goodwood-park.html' title='Goodwood Park'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116107802912054082</id><published>2006-10-17T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:40:29.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I feel so sexy and handsum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img182.imageshack.us/img182/3579/sexyrl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my Auntie's wedding. At first I thought I cannot make it already because I couldn't find any shirt in my cupboard. Luckily I bought a single piece for that one and only Oral Presentation a year back. Maybe things really happen for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116107802912054082?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116107802912054082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116107802912054082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116107802912054082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116107802912054082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/suddenly-i-feel-so-sexy-and-handsum.html' title='Suddenly I feel so sexy and handsum'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116083440175639835</id><published>2006-10-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:00:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I feel old</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my Mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I walked past a bunch of kids. All damn short sia like Primary School kids. How I wish I can be a Primary School boy again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://soccernet-att.espn.go.com/design05/images/PH2/baines.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I came back home to watch my Manutd win. Watching this win brings tears of joy and memories before myself. It reminds me of why I like Manutd in the first place. It's not because of some treble clef, but their evergreen determination to win and be the best Football Club in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://soccernet-att.espn.go.com/design05/images/PH2/solvidsah.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116083440175639835?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116083440175639835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116083440175639835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116083440175639835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116083440175639835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/suddenly-i-feel-old.html' title='Suddenly I feel old'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116074033853167901</id><published>2006-10-13T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:52:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why This Writer Makes Males Sound Like 4th Class Citizens? =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;TODAY VOICES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity for S'pore to lead Saturated fat not the same&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Letter from P Mathavan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I refer to the letters from the Health Promotion Board (HPB) and the Agri-food and Veterinary Authority (AVA), "HPB, AVA moves to cut trans fats" (Oct 12). These are moves in the right direction, but still disappointing in the light of what research has revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differentiating food as "trans fat free" or "contains trans fat" should be mandatory — there are no safe levels of trans fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that most countries have not made declaration of trans fats in products mandatory, is not an acceptable reason for us not to do so. Singapore leads the pack in many fields, and here is an ideal opportunity to set the standards and guidelines for the world to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that HPB, with the ministries of Health and Defence, commission a study of the effects of cooking oils using national servicemen in basic military training (BMT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NSmen make ideal trial subjects as they are young and in the peak of health, and the three-month BMT period provide a controlled test environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each camp could utilise a different type of cooking oil for the trial period, with regular blood analysis done. All cooking oils available at supermarkets and coconut oil should be tested. Officers should be included, so that different age groups are tested.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116074033853167901?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116074033853167901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116074033853167901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116074033853167901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116074033853167901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-this-writer-makes-males-sound-like.html' title='Why This Writer Makes Males Sound Like 4th Class Citizens? =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116061176411478261</id><published>2006-10-12T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:09:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/1265/departed23iu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a I-Can't-Get-An-Oscar-Director, Leonardo Di Caprio, Matt Damon, and Jack Nicholson. All these, supremely talented individuals who didn't disappoint in their performances in the film. Still, The Departed is at best a competent(just) homage to the original Infernal Affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homage it is. Most of time, all it does is paying homage to Infernal Affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Departed is darker, because it's much more violent and merciless. The dialogue is superb. I like the soundtrack too. There are some interesting twists to the original story, but personally I thought the ending would have made a much more powerful impact had it stay intacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Infernal Affairs many times. But I still enjoyed The Departed. I stepped out of the cinema hall and I asked myself if I wanted to watch it again. I said yes to myself and there's no truer tests to whether a film is good or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116061176411478261?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116061176411478261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116061176411478261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116061176411478261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116061176411478261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/departed.html' title='The Departed'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116052122084291533</id><published>2006-10-11T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:00:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me excited for Nothing</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be a day of epic proportions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Primary School is going to up lorry soon and a new one is going to be built. So all my good friends and former classmates decided to set up a meeting to make up for lost time. Sad to say, 'something cropped up' at the last minute. I don't know what happened, but hopefully the next meeting will come through smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to watch The Departed with my lao peh. It's the Ang Moh Infernal Affairs. But I don't understand why did the distributor decided to edit to cater to younger audiences. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mda.gov.sg/wms.www/resources_result.aspx?search=departed&amp;actor=&amp;producer=&amp;rating=&amp;language=&amp;decision="&gt;CE = Edited and passed without cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Title THE DEPARTED&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a.: INFERNAL AFFAIRS&lt;br /&gt;Romanised Title: -&lt;br /&gt;Actor(s): LEONARDO DICAPRIO, MATT DAMON, JACK NICHOLSON, MARTIN SHEEN&lt;br /&gt;Producer(s): MARTIN SCORSESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language: Format: Version: Rating: Decision: Duration::&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH F 1 M18 CE 0&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Advice: Coarse language and violence&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116052122084291533?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116052122084291533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116052122084291533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116052122084291533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116052122084291533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-excited-for-nothing.html' title='Make me excited for Nothing'/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609252.post-116039570019337503</id><published>2006-10-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:08:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Go To City Hall and have a blind date again =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0X-GamNY5U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0X-GamNY5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/108/2006082819194944f2c34520458rs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Gypsy from “Anvil Chorus ‘Verdi: Il Trovatore’ ” (Giuseppe Verdi)&lt;br /&gt;2. Requiem&lt;br /&gt;3. Child in Paradise (Tonči Huljić)&lt;br /&gt;4. Anthem (Tonči Huljić)&lt;br /&gt;5. In the Hall of the Mountain King from ‘Peer Gynt’ (Edvard Greig)&lt;br /&gt;6. Nathrach&lt;br /&gt;7. Beyond Rangoon (Hans Zimmer)&lt;br /&gt;8. The March of the Icon&lt;br /&gt;9. Tango In Ebony&lt;br /&gt;10. Carmen Act III - (Bizet)&lt;br /&gt;11. Prelude (Bach)&lt;br /&gt;12. In Paradisum - (Faure)&lt;br /&gt;13. The Way Old Friends Do (ABBA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13609252-116039570019337503?l=yeoks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/feeds/116039570019337503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13609252&amp;postID=116039570019337503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116039570019337503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13609252/posts/default/116039570019337503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeoks.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-go-to-city-hall-and-have-blind.html' title='Time To Go To City Hall and have a blind date again =('/><author><name>TheLast</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
