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term='Vacation'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Gabriel</title><subtitle type='html'>All Through The Nights</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' 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href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-losing-my-virginity-to-10-asian-girls.html' title='#2 Losing My Virginity To 10 Asian Girls'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ISx_5YFk9Oo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8485422215045493356</id><published>2010-12-01T14:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:21:04.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category 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Just so you know, I've recovered from my sickness, which seemed like it took forever. I figured I'd write today because I felt like today was an unproductive day. So I guess I'll be picking up from where I left my blog, which will be the continuation of my previous entry, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-nines.html"&gt;"One Of The Nines"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day after &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tet Sean&lt;/a&gt;'s 15th surprise birthday bash at &lt;b&gt;Dominos&lt;/b&gt;, which was Wednesday, the 10th of November, it was &lt;a href="http://becca-screamscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca Chong&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday. Yes, Becca, one of my very good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really recall what happened on that day, because it was almost a month ago, but I do recall that it was a schooling day. If I'm not mistaken, I spent the entire morning with Tet Sean, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joosturns15.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohijit Kaur&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://zebraxyloster.livejournal.com/"&gt;Zi Xuan&lt;/a&gt;, the usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually planned Becca's birthday bash for months. Planning and enquiries began quite some time ago. Knowing Becca's childish behavior, we actually wanted to celebrate her birthday in a interactive playzone, famously known as &lt;a href="http://midvalley.com.my/store/entertainment/tenants/megakidz/megakidz_index.html"&gt;Megakidz&lt;/a&gt;. But things didn't work out because of the age limit. Can't be letting 15-year-olds into a 7-year-old playzone, right? They would look like humongous giants crushing ants, and the kids would probably run away, in fear. You get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the end, we were just happy enough to fulfill our aim, which was to throw a decent surprise birthday celebration. As we all know, there has to be a lot of detailed and serious procedures in planning a surprise party. If anything goes wrong, then you're fried. So this was ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becca is told by &lt;a href="http://mytriviallife-aileen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen&lt;/a&gt; that we all had to stay back after dismissal for debate training with our debate trainer, &lt;i&gt;Ahmed&lt;/i&gt;, until 4 in the evening. Her other friends give her last birthday wishes and hugs, and they head for home, but instead they were actually headed for &lt;b&gt;Tony Romas&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;MidValley&lt;/b&gt; to gather and settle the final preparations. The 3 of us await for our debate trainer and the other debaters to arrive, but none of them would be in sight, because there wasn't going to be any official trainings in the first place. We would wait for an hour, until &lt;a href="http://mytriviallife-aileen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen&lt;/a&gt; is ready to disclose to Becca that the training was canceled, after receiving a phone call from Ahmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was her birthday, we will take her to &lt;b&gt;MidValley&lt;/b&gt; and celebrate, telling her that it would just be the 3 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans worked our pretty fine. Becca was quite pissed after knowing that Ahmed wasn't able to make it, but her anger seemed to die down, because she didn't feel like debating on that day anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't help it but to just add a &lt;i&gt;"God, I hate Ahmed because he's always canceling our trainings without informing us"&lt;/i&gt; to kill all her suspicion of the surprise party. We took her to &lt;b&gt;MidValley&lt;/b&gt; with the help of the bus and bumped into &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/wailee.yong"&gt;Yong Wailee&lt;/a&gt; along the way. Also, we bumped into &lt;a href="http://www.terryble-cz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chia Zheng&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://pure-enjoy-rookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tat Shing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.terryble-cz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chee Hong&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/oppayiwei"&gt;Yi Wei&lt;/a&gt; along the way, but they refused to join us because they already had plans. So it was just the 4 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TPX5IckhB1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SQ0WTm2KUWE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545612439680255826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becca the birthday girl, Aileen Loo, and I, camwhoring while waiting for Ahmed's arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little did we know that the people at &lt;b&gt;Tony Romas&lt;/b&gt; weren't quite done with their preparations yet. That's when we started to get nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we got there, we were told by Becca that she couldn't eat much for she was watching her figure. So we decided to take her down to the food court on the ground floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we were nearly approaching &lt;b&gt;Tony Romas&lt;/b&gt;, which so happened to be on the ground floor, Aileen quickly asked Becca whether she wanted to change into something more comfortable or not. She agreed. We wanted to deviate her from &lt;b&gt;Tony Romas&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we took her to the washroom on the highest floor, which was 4 floors above. We were desperate to kill time. When she came out, I told her that I had to get movie tickets for my parents, since they wanted to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hachiko:_A_Dog's_Story"&gt;'Hachiko'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that weekend, which was 3 days later, but scrapped the  idea because we told Becca that it was "getting late" to further kill her suspicion. It was 3 in the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we took the escalator to the level below, and told her that our feet hurt badly from all the walking. We tried to persuade her to use the elevator. We ended up waiting for the elevator for about 10 minutes, and headed to &lt;b&gt;Tony Romas&lt;/b&gt;. There, she was surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At around half past four, we decided to go for a bowl. I was leading throughout the game, until &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/wailee.yong"&gt;Wailee&lt;/a&gt; left and Audrey came along towards the end. She won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the day got late, everyone left. I was told by my dad that he couldn't pick me up from the mall due to the heavy rush hour traffic jam, and told me that he could only be able to make it until 7. It was 6 then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told him to scrap that idea and come for me later in the night. I headed for the movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I ended up watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/movies?hl=en&amp;amp;dq=adele+rise+of+the+mummy&amp;amp;sort=1&amp;amp;q=Adele:+Rise+Of+The+Mummy&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=VB72TLf2IsbYrQeH58neBg&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQwAMoAg"&gt;'Adele : The Rise Of The Mummy'&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;since there weren't any shows left for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buried_(film)"&gt;'Burried'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altitude_(film)"&gt;'Altitude'&lt;/a&gt; on that day, which I so badly wanted to watch. The movie was surprisingly good, even though it had illogical elements to it. They really did a great job in combining comedy with heavy adventure, especially the mummies, something which you don't normally see everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The high points of that day ended there, and finally arrived home at 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning, I played this drawing board game called the &lt;b&gt;'Pictionary'&lt;/b&gt; for the very first time with the usual friends. I teamed up with Joohijit on this one, and was very far behind the game, until towards the end when we finally shot up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our school was screening movies prior to its Form 3 students, in conjunction with the end of the major examinations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We missed out on the first show of the day, which was &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightsaga.wikia.com/wiki/Eclipse_(film)"&gt;'Eclipse'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, something which I wanted to watch for ages but didn't had the chance to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, we only managed to catch the second show, which was &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cave_(film)"&gt;'The Cave'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The title of the movie sounded really boring, but the movie was surprisingly wonderful, compared to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Song_(film)"&gt;'The Last Song'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliens_in_the_Attic"&gt;'Aliens In The Attic'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which we watched the day after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was seated in the same row with Joohijit, Tet Sean, Ashlee, Zi Xuan and &lt;a href="http://liwellen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Li Wen&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1321882076"&gt;Jin Hooi&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1571276556"&gt;Jasmine Tan&lt;/a&gt; in the row in front. I would say that I was laughing throughout the time when I was in the theatre, even though it was a horror movie, not because of the movie, but because of the way Jasmine watched it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was her reaction when the movie was halfway through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was basically tilting her head sidewards, with one eye locked onto the screen, and the other, beneath the table with the rest of her body. Jin Hooi who was sitting next to her didn't give a shit because he was asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The funniest part is when I tried to frighten her by laying my hands on her shoulders from behind during the gory scenes, for about 5 times. At every attempt, she would jump and scream in complete shock, and the whole theatre would send her with &lt;i&gt;"Shh"s&lt;/i&gt;, and I would be laughing my ass off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was the  last day for classes on the 16th of November, Tuesday, and it was also Ashlee's last day at Catholic High School. We spent our last moments with her, and sang &lt;i&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/i&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;'Firework'&lt;/b&gt; together in the end. Everything was perfect until &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000348731880"&gt;fucking gay face&lt;/a&gt; crashed in. Big hint there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Ashlee, you will be missed. I will surely appreciate, and recall the times we had together, on the countless outings, &lt;i&gt;Editorial Board&lt;/i&gt; projects and graphic designing assignments, &lt;b&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/b&gt; and songwriting. You will dearly be missed. Why is it that every single year, at least someone whom I'm close to leaves? Oh well, enjoy your life in &lt;b&gt;Alice Smith&lt;/b&gt;! May the odds be with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the morning of 20th of November, Saturday, I was at &lt;b&gt;SMK (P) Sri Aman&lt;/b&gt; setting up stalls for the &lt;b&gt;ICC Carnival&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, the one which banner I was supposed to design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went there even though I was sick, like I've mentioned in my previous entry, I was dying to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our stall was called the &lt;b&gt;'Comp-Eat'&lt;/b&gt;, a food eating competition, known as &lt;b&gt;'The Food Showdown'&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The preparation work involved were mad, I tell you, mad. We prepared hundreds of hotdogs, including those with mustard and wasabi paste, jellies, ice cream &lt;i&gt;potongs&lt;/i&gt; and bananas, prior to the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't really of a success, for the carnival was already dead by 1 in the afternoon, but I've definitely bonded with my debate juniors, who are also Interactors of the &lt;i&gt;Interact Club of Catholic High School.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later in the night, I attended Lance's party. A party which I have been dying to go for ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things really didn't turn out well when you totally don't know anyone from the party, at all. I felt really isolated and left out. Well, I tried doing what the others were doing, which was what I claimed, dirty dancing, but it was just, it was just wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The others were basically &lt;i&gt;fucking each other with their clothes on&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't do that on a stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone there knew each other, and I was like the odd one out. If it were my friends, or any of my friends were there, I would definitely be fifty times more comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The party ended at 3 in the morning, and I left at 10 in the evening. That was how left out I was. Hopefully the next time Lance tries another party, I'm definitely going to bring at least 10 people I know. You'll have my word for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 days later, a Monday morning, I was back at school training my debate juniors, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ChelseaHo"&gt;Chelsea Ho&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1480573550"&gt;Lydia Gan&lt;/a&gt;, with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1428894156"&gt;Kuok Ren&lt;/a&gt;, my teammate. We were training for the &lt;b&gt;UiTM Inter Varsity Debate Tournament 2010&lt;/b&gt;, which ran from the 26th to the 28th of November, last Sunday. In my next blog entry, I will be writing about the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the entire morning discussing about issues relating about nuclear proliferators, Detroit, Aung San Suu Kyi and the Love Canal tragedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later in the noon, we went over to &lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas Choo&lt;/a&gt;'s to celebrate his 15th birthday. The surprise started at 10 in the morning, but we could only be there at 1. The others, mainly &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=612208260"&gt;Sue Ann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552177647"&gt;Yan Hui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=683738197"&gt;Melissa Pok&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sugarbabeswhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn Wong&lt;/a&gt; were there early to wake him up from bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we got there, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orphan_(film)"&gt;'The Orphan'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was playing on his DVD player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's about this psycho 9-year-old named Esther who gets adopted by this unfortunate family and wants to seduce the father. Turns out that she's actually a 33-year-old woman who has hypopituitarism, a condition that stunted her physical growth. After knowing that the dad doesn't love her, as a woman, not a child, she tries to kill every single member of the family, including the father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 stars for this thriller film. The first half was crap, but the second half of the movie sprung to life. Jaclyn insisted on keeping the spoilers to herself until the very end. Memorable lines include this one, "When grownups love each other, very, very much, they want to show each other that love. They want to express it." "I know, they fuck." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really liked it, even though Esther was being such a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the rest of the day playing &lt;i&gt;Twister&lt;/i&gt; and meddling with his musical instruments. I wonder why Jaclyn hasn't uploaded any of the photographs shot during &lt;i&gt;Twister&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TPX5C7IuVkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CFVxqPf7lgQ/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas Choo&lt;/a&gt;'s surprise birthday crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Thursday, which was the 25th of November, I attended Deanna's themed birthday bash at her family mansion, which was her second home. The theme was &lt;i&gt;'Blue &amp;amp; Pink'&lt;/i&gt;, and I think I was the only few who really lived by that dress code. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her mansion was pretty huge, with 4 levels above ground, and another 4 below. That's 8 stories. I wouldn't mind taking up an entire floor, all by myself, since no one even lives there. We spent about an hour touring every storey of the mansion. Deanna claims the reason why nobody lives there anymore is because she thinks that the place is haunted. It has been around since the 1950s. The basement looked really like a torture chamber and a slaughter house, mashed into one. The place used to be a factory. Yes, but manufacturing what? Thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. Wonder what history lurks behind that evil mansion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm starting to make this all sound so wrong. Back to the celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most memorable part of the day was the water fight we had. It was like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_Festival"&gt;Burmese Water Festival&lt;/a&gt;, but better. Everyone was drenched, except for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/rachness"&gt;Rachel Ng&lt;/a&gt;, who had a DSLR in her hands. Before I could even know it, the night went by really quick, and ended with a traditional, birthday cake slicing ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past month of my life has begun to roar back to life. I'm just looking forward to living my holidays, as if the world would end tomorrow. Peace, part two's coming soon, badass extensions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TPX5IOrdQvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dUEOI5ESGgY/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Shannn2"&gt;Deanna Song&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday bash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the end of November, but it looks like mid-April, the month of birthdays and surprises.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8485422215045493356?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8485422215045493356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/12/challenging-feasibility-of-undeniable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8485422215045493356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8485422215045493356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/12/challenging-feasibility-of-undeniable.html' title='Challenging The Feasibility Of  Status Quo'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TPX5IckhB1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/SQ0WTm2KUWE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5269640751718161478</id><published>2010-11-18T14:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:03:55.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Nines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;3 weeks, I tell you, flew by just like that. I'm starting to return to my busy schedule. The holidays have begun, and there are bound to be tons of gatherings, parties and plans hyped up for the next few months. It would suck if I fell sick right now, which I am. Sucks to be me.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am down with a mild fever, I was told on Sunday evening, and was supposed to recover by Tuesday, which was 2 days ago. But the situation got worse, and I just went to the doctors again this morning. This time around, I was told that I have just developed an acute tonsillitis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, what the fuck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat hurts like hell, and I have difficulty in sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the good things, I have to miss. Was supposed to get up as early as 8 this morning and head over to &lt;b&gt;SMK (P) Sri Aman&lt;/b&gt; to set up the booths and stalls with &lt;a href="http://www.szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; and a few other friends for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=157165274305917"&gt;ICC Blink Carnival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this Saturday. I guess I'm going to have to skip that event too, if I don't get better. Also, I am supposed to be watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Deathly_Hallows"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; now with &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joosturns15.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohijit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://liwellen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Li Wen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://zebraxyloster.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/a&gt;. I had to cross that out of my calender for the week too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a happening party this Saturday at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=574217043"&gt;Lance&lt;/a&gt;'s place. More than 30 people are expected to turn up at that party, and there will be drinks, food, alcohol, blasting club, heavy beat music, shots, and an open dance floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that's one event I do not want to miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just too bad, that things fall at the wrong time. I'm due to recover by next Tuesday. Which also means that I'll be skipping debate training on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 times in a row, what else can go this bad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now go on with the awesome things that happened in the past 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start off on the day which I have left it. I am now officially the &lt;i&gt;Maintenance Chief&lt;/i&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;Editorial Board of Catholic High School&lt;/b&gt;. I am also a slash, &lt;i&gt;Webmaster&lt;/i&gt;. Am I happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell yes I am. But the worst part is, I already have a list of assignments awaiting me to work on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can't be that bad, can it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, it can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to forget, I am also the secretary for 2 other clubs. I'm supposed to work on a few reports during the holidays too. For the &lt;i&gt;Editorial Board&lt;/i&gt;, we'll be launching a website, an online school magazine, which will be updated fortnightly, early next year, and works to make it a success are beginning already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long for my break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're currently working our asses off to make this project a success. Believe me, it will be phenomenal. It will feature full coverage of events, interviews, and many more. But everything is confidential. That's all I can say, for the time being. So just stay tuned to find out, 2011 is going to be massive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 3rd of November, a Wednesday, I was at &lt;b&gt;Pavilion KL&lt;/b&gt; attending the &lt;b&gt;Malaysian International Fashion Week&lt;/b&gt;, also known as the &lt;b&gt;M-IFW&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=301560&amp;amp;id=150752733884"&gt;'Who's Next Designer and Model Search 2010'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. For those of you who don't catch up with local fashion, the &lt;b&gt;'Who's Next Designer and Model Search'&lt;/b&gt; is a fashion designing reality show, somewhat like the famous '&lt;b&gt;Project Runway&lt;/b&gt;', and will be aired on local television in 2011. The &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mifa.malaysia"&gt;Malaysian International Fashion Alliance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;MIFA&lt;/b&gt;, for short, gave them an opportunity to showcase their designs in the grand finals, during &lt;b&gt;M-IFW&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally shocked and amazed at the talents that the local designers have. I expected typical batik-printed outfits and long sleeved blouses, but no. Instead, every single piece that walked down the runway was world class, had a high fashion and marketing value. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I have been to so many fashion shows in the past, it was a great experience being at &lt;b&gt;M-IFW&lt;/b&gt;. I was very inspired with all the designs that were shown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTPqz0igUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kdi8vt1Bnk0/s400/MIFW.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540781775944581442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding, this profile picture got me 42 'likes', in a week after it was uploaded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on in the evening, I rushed over to One Utama for a dinner party, organized by &lt;a href="http://www.suetteng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suet Teng&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://melanietoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melannie Too&lt;/a&gt;, and Leandra. The dinner party, the '&lt;b&gt;After Finals Dinner&lt;/b&gt;', was meant for us to chill out, to get our minds of school and exams, since they were over. I made a lot of new friends, and learned a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For an instance, I didn't know Shih Hei had a sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know I looked 19 to other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know &lt;i&gt;Tortillas&lt;/i&gt; smelled like rubber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I learnt a lot. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/LawtonCfy"&gt;Shawn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1651974443"&gt;Oscar&lt;/a&gt; and I played pool afterwards and the girls went on doing what they do best. Camwhoring. We cracked a lot of sick jokes along the way, and the most memorable one is about hearts skipping a beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all started when Leandra's crush, let's name him &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;, who was invited to the dinner, but turned down the invitation because he had something on, dropped by in the restaurant just to greet us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You could've guessed, Leandra's heart skipped a beat. We have been using that phrase for more than a hundred times ever since &lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt; left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our dinner totaled up to &lt;b&gt;$335&lt;/b&gt;. It was insane. Thank goodness we had enough cash to pay for everything, if not I think we'd be doing dishes for that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 days later, a Saturday, I spent my entire morning at an orphanage in Old Town with a few other Interactors from the &lt;b&gt;Interact Club of Catholic High School&lt;/b&gt;. I'm starting to like this board because they have tons of projects and activities lined up for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The trip to the orphanage? It was great, seeing the children again. Definitely, there were some familiar faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was my second time there, &lt;b&gt;Juara Homes&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/visit-to-orphanage-interact-club.html"&gt;My first was back in April, 2009,&lt;/a&gt; hours just before the &lt;b&gt;Interact Club of Bukit Bintang Boys' School&lt;/b&gt; had their &lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/iubb-international-understanding-bukit.html"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/iubb-international-understanding-bukit.html"&gt;nternational Understanding Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/iubb-international-understanding-bukit.html"&gt; about the Maori tribes of New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really felt pitiful for these kids. It feels good when you give them a hug, when you wrap your arms around them, because they don't have a single parent to give them that, and all you can do is give it to them, love. I was touched at how emotionally strong they were. They seemed to happy, so enthusiastic, so full of life. I was amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, they don't play carom anymore. They play &lt;b&gt;DotA&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Plants VS Zombies&lt;/b&gt;. They also had Justin Bieber and Sean Kingston playing through their speakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They've changed, and evolved through times. For this, I am happy for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tet Sean&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday last Tuesday, the 9th of Novmeber, and the night before, I was thinking of what to give him the next day. I thought, "Ashlee and Joohi are sure to outdo me", so I immediately took my pencil, and do what I did best. I wrote down a long poem, more than 50 lines, of idiotic lame things that rhyme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't my style. Normally, I would sit down for hours, and come up with philosophical and metaphorical lines to express my feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But no, I didn't do that. I wanted to write something that people understood, especially Tet Sean, and would make him laugh. Well, he got me rolling on the floor laughing my ass off in tears for the past 3 years since I met him, I would be happy enough to make him smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suck at making people laugh. Even a smile would satisfy me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I wrote this poem. Then I was thinking of what material do I write it on? Suddenly, I was thinking of the '3R' motto, about going green. Immediately, an idea sparked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I split the poem into about 20 pieces, and wrote them on strips of used, coloured papers. I put them together with cellophane, which took me about an hour and a half, and I was done. It looked really 'ghetto', but I liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning, I was with Ashlee, Joohijit, Zi Xuan, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1571276556"&gt;Jasmine Tan&lt;/a&gt; and Li Wen. They all had wonderful gifts. At least 3 other people wrote him a poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was doomed. Ashlee, Joohijit and Zi Xuan came up with a silly rap song, not as cheesy as mine, but they also designed 2 T-shirts for him, with T-shirt markers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Li Wen gave Tet Sean a letter, which had a lot of flash cards inside, placed in order. It was like a birthday letter, but split up in 10 pieces, written on decorated papers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They kept insisting that I outdid them, but I didn't think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After his futsal game in the morning, he come over to our table as usual. He wasn't down, and looked cheerful, even though he lost the game. We chatted for a while, and soon I handed my gift to him. Thankfully, thankfully, he laughed, and gave me a hug. I was relieved. He liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite my warnings, he showed his mother my poem, and it contained more than 2 foul words. But his mother didn't mind. That's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That wasn't all we had in store. We even had a surprise party for him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the morning, Tet Sean told us all that he didn't have any transportation home until 6 in the evening. So we all decided that we'd give him company until then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's when the act began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashlee told Joohijit, in front of Tet Sean of course, that she didn't have any transportation home, and had to follow Joohijit's mother. Joohijit agreed, and took her to call her mother to ask for permission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, Joohijit's mother can only come and pick them up at half past one in the afternoon, which means the both of them wouldn't be able to stay back and accompany Tet Sean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He looked glum, that's when Joohijit said, "At least you have Gabe, Sze Teng, Jasmine and a few other people to keep you company.". He smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the entire morning with him. Not long, half past one came. The both of them gave hugs to Tet Sean, telling him that they'll see him tomorrow, and hoped that he had a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They walked away, and the remaining 3 of us sat down with him and chatted for the next one hour. He kept insisting that he should it, because he was very hungry. We stopped him to do so, because we had to stick to our original plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, here's the plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ashlee and Joohijit were supposed to play a prank on Tet Sean, telling him that they had to leave early. But actually, they were on their way to the nearest mall, across the park, to get him a birthday cake. When they were done with the cake, they had to run all the way, back to the nearby, &lt;b&gt;Domino's&lt;/b&gt; to celebrate his birthday in the noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We told him that we were going to have our lunch in &lt;b&gt;Domino's&lt;/b&gt;. He kept asking us why we wouldn't let him leave school, and wanted him to wait and kill more time, since he was already famished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the meantime, Jasmine has been calling Ashlee, checking whether that the cake and preparations were done, and confirming the time that they should come out. It would really suck if the both of them bumped into us while we're on our way to &lt;b&gt;Domino's&lt;/b&gt;. So we waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To kill more time, Jasmine purposely ordered something from school to eat, claiming that she was too hungry. Well, obviously Tet Sean had to wait until Jasmine was done with her food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At about half past 2, Tet Sean couldn't wait any longer. The timing was right. We took him to &lt;b&gt;Domino's&lt;/b&gt;, and we sang him &lt;b&gt;'Happy Birthday'&lt;/b&gt; as soon as he set foot into the pizzeria. No words can describe the expression on his face at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By then, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1321882076&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jin Hooi&lt;/a&gt;, Wei Sheung and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/johnwongqile"&gt;Qi Le&lt;/a&gt; had joined us. We had a very good time together, and was surprised that he didn't suspect a single thing. It was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTeQSfIE4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/R6upyJ7E1WY/s400/CAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540797812994216834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhore, got problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTeBWMM0VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wRBT7FsiiPw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTeBWMM0VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wRBT7FsiiPw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540797556290539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTeYlxfsTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sx7X6Zjhc4w/s1600/pina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTeYlxfsTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sx7X6Zjhc4w/s400/pina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540797955610489138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, he wore Jasmine's pinafore later in the evening. Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tet Sean, his blog, famously known as &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;'Laughter Is The Best Drug'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which ran from January 2009 to November 2010, has finally come to an end. Even though this blog had a really short life, it definitely served its purpose as an outlet to make its readers laugh. &lt;div&gt;It started off with comic strips and &lt;b&gt;'FAIL'&lt;/b&gt; photographs. Later on, he wrote about his amusing everyday life, which included polls on the colour of his next braces, which he doesn't wear anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a joy, awaiting for updates and entries, that would put smiles across people's faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what the title says, &lt;i&gt;you only die once, so laugh into the face of death, because laughter is always the best drug. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More to come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long is this ignorance going to last? Is it my fault for making you people happy? Will you only care when I'm on my deathbed? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5269640751718161478?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5269640751718161478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-nines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5269640751718161478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5269640751718161478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-nines.html' title='One Of The Nines'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TOTPqz0igUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/kdi8vt1Bnk0/s72-c/MIFW.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1970271280328386595</id><published>2010-10-29T10:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:33:35.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Justifying Bullsh*t</title><content type='html'>Hello. So maybe it's true that I hadn't kept to my word on updating more frequently. But you should be thankful and glad that I'm struggling to write, at least. &lt;div&gt;During the past week, I would say that things have been shaping up to be pretty great. There were ups and downs. But not to worry, all will be spilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since my last entry, I have been debating for almost everyday. Memories of my old self debating kept flashing before my eyes. Even though I realised that my passion was still there, I'm just feeling very down and sick about it. Maybe it's because of all the bullshit. Maybe I need a timeout, even though I had done so for the past 3 months of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really motivated me was when my newly paired teammate, &lt;a href="http://krenned.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teh Kuok Ren&lt;/a&gt;, and I, were awarded the best speakers for numerous times throughout the entire debate, even though we only shared a win. We seem to start communicating and connecting with each other better now, and he seems to act as a torchlight when dealing about issues with politics. He's a smart person, and I really respect him for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got our first ever win in the '&lt;i&gt;British Parliamentary (BP)&lt;/i&gt;' style debate, I was overjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I took first in the &lt;i&gt;BP &lt;/i&gt;style debate was when I was teamed up with &lt;a href="http://www.nikko-starsprinkles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mun Shin&lt;/a&gt; back in &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty-glass.html"&gt;July and August&lt;/a&gt;, deliberating on one of my strongest points, pop culture. That was the only win I had for the &lt;i&gt;BP&lt;/i&gt; style debate. I see &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000067963201"&gt;Aaron Leong&lt;/a&gt; in Kuok Ren. All he needs now is to have more structure in his speech, and he'll be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see the juniors next Monday. It will be the first time we'll ever meet, and first impressions are very important. Something tells me that it's all going to go fine. We're supposed to train them until after we graduate from high school. Cocky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard there's one who is totally obsessed over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taylor_Lautner"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Yu Pyn&lt;/i&gt;'s the name, I think. She would describe every single pack and ab that is on his body in full detail, even colour wise and the nipples. Freaky, I know right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday after confirmation class, I hanged out with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=590817225&amp;amp;v=wall"&gt;Alicia Nicholle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1018420217&amp;amp;v=info"&gt;Samantha Koh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jhjh007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jerome Heng&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas Choo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1360366594"&gt;Aaron Koh&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;b&gt;The Curve&lt;/b&gt;. We had a great time there, catching up with one another, after months of hiatus, minus all the drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to watch 3 movies really badly then, and they were &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buried_(film)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altitude_(film)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Altitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_(2010_film)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;, but I crossed the last one out of the list because I heard that the movie sucked, real badly. The girls didn't want to watch the other 2, even though I was dying to watch them, because they were too scary. Seriously? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept insisting on watching &lt;b&gt;'&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_as_We_Know_It_(film)"&gt;Life As We Know It&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;, after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josh_Duhamel"&gt;Josh Duhamel&lt;/a&gt; allured their hearts with his &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/dd/Life_as_We_Know_It_Poster.jpg"&gt;briefs&lt;/a&gt;, all because of that stupid &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/dd/Life_as_We_Know_It_Poster.jpg"&gt;promotional poster&lt;/a&gt;. Chick flicks, one after another, again. As if I hadn't had enough. I'd rather watch &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Again"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; though, which we ended up watching, but I didn't mind any at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the girls went with &lt;b&gt;'Life As We Know It'&lt;/b&gt;, without me knowing it. But it didn't matter to me for I didn't mind anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we entered the theatre and settled down with the popcorn in my hand, and a drink in another, the movie was about to begin. Moments later, the screen read, &lt;b&gt;'You Again'&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought, "&lt;i&gt;They must've been pulling my leg,&lt;/i&gt;" because they kept insisting that they bought tickets for '&lt;b&gt;Life As We Know It&lt;/b&gt;', but yes. They couldn't remember what tickets they bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, it was definitely one of the best chick flicks that I've ever watched, compared to the one I watched with &lt;a href="http://becca-screamscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca Chong&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mandaalicious-unstoppable.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Pasaoa Lee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-in-row.html"&gt;2 weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, we spent most of the time in the arcade, and snapping photographs in those typical Japanese photo booths, with our own cameras, and not the ones programmed. We were low on tokens, due to too much shooting with plastic guns and air hockey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I had loads of fun. We should do this more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TMo4AwuLaHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JCskc1YuFeY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533296677907818610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The badass churchgoing six, Nicholas Choo, Jerome Heng, me, Samantha Koh and Aaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just last Friday, as I was about to leave for home after attending a few meetings at school, &lt;a href="http://seanbeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean Beh&lt;/a&gt; stopped me and told me that the school's &lt;b&gt;Editorial Board&lt;/b&gt; was running interviews for members in search of an upcoming committee, or board, for the year 2011. I was torn between commitments, but I went ahead anyway, for I was interested. I was cool throughout the entire process, which  was not the usual me, because I would normally stumble over my words. Maybe it's because the people who conducted the interview were mainly my friends, like &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/peishe"&gt;Pei She&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=717623206"&gt;Nicholas Lim&lt;/a&gt;. Even so, I had low hopes for getting anything for I was running against the more competitive, Form 4 students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was originally in the run for being the next &lt;i&gt;Sub-Editor for the Arts &amp;amp; Graphics Department&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few days later, little did I know that I was told that I got through. I was overjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was given the lowest post, which was the &lt;i&gt;Maintenance Chief. &lt;/i&gt;But no, I didn't mind at all. I nearly missed the boat, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pleased at the new committee, and would like to give my heartfelt thanks to the old committee for believing in me and my works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will continue to miss my seniors, especially those in the &lt;b&gt;Editorial Board&lt;/b&gt;, and those in &lt;b&gt;Interact Club&lt;/b&gt;, except for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/reen.khan"&gt;you-know-who&lt;/a&gt;. They were like a family to me, and I really appreciate all the care, attention and affection that they have shown to us all. That's all for now, adios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You walk on streets of gold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1970271280328386595?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1970271280328386595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/10/justifying-bullsht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1970271280328386595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1970271280328386595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/10/justifying-bullsht.html' title='Justifying Bullsh*t'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TMo4AwuLaHI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JCskc1YuFeY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8229551429271764549</id><published>2010-10-21T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:01:00.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Two In A Row</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back. Back from studying. Back from the stress. Back from the pressure and the major examinations. Now what? &lt;div&gt;Expect to see more of me for the next few days. I'm bored, rotting, and have nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised to see an always busy guy like me without anything, better to do? I'll tell you why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, before my major examinations, the school board has organized a few post-examination programs, lined up prior for the students of my age only. They had a lot of great, fun and interesting activities, such as paintball, outback, and of course, various sporting activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing an outdoor and outgoing person like me, I was actually very tempted to join my other friends for the activities. But of everything, I put my foot down. I regretted ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reserved all of the post-examination activities, that I was offered to, just for partying, outings, gatherings, and most importantly, debate practices, thinking that I will have more fun if I did so, especially the partying scene. Actually, they were, but it really sucks that everyone is seperated on their own ways, occupied by the activities that they signed up for, and in return, leaving you behind, alone, to suck up your time, all by yourself. This isn't as fun as I thought it would be anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one turns up for debate practices anymore, either, and I feel that I am starting to lose my passion and interest for debating. Suddenly, I'm just, feeling all empty and maybe, pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; a few parties which I have been invited to, but they always seem to either clash with something more important, or happen on days when I am out of town, to unsuccessful planning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;b&gt;MESS!&lt;/b&gt; isn't going well either. The people involved keep delaying and pushing back the dates of the photo shoot, and when the day of the shooting comes, it is yet, again, further postponed. This has to come to end, and I see an urgency to the problem. This is my life. I have a life on my own, too, but I'm struggling, and trying so hard to keep it alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not everything is on the downside. When our Mandarin paper ended last Tuesday, I told myself, I needed to go out to let it all out. Thinking that all went as planned, I was told that I will be going out with &lt;a href="http://becca-screamscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca Chong&lt;/a&gt;, Karen Chia, &lt;a href="http://cheehongzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chee Hong&lt;/a&gt;, Ying Chuan, Zong Xuan and Yee Ern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that the outing was misunderstood, and was thought to be canceled. Ouch, backfires. Becca was obviously, very pissed too, so the two of us went out, all alone. Just the two of us. Now you see the urgency and how desperate we were to chill out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we boarded a bus and headed to MidValley, thinking that we would have a decent lunch, and a movie marathon to go with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minutes after we arrived, we bumped into a few of our friends, namely &lt;a href="http://sugarbabeswhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn Wong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mandaalicious-unstoppable.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Pasaoa Lee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://url-lesss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yee Aung&lt;/a&gt;, Wei Jian, Kuok Ren and Rachel Foo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't mind us joining them for lunch and movies, so we went ahead with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Switch_(film)"&gt;'The Switch'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, starring Jennifer Anniston and Jason Bateman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was one of those chick flicks like &lt;b&gt;'Love Happens'&lt;/b&gt;, and it received an overwhelming response from us. Let's see what the 'overwhelming response' was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda was really touched by the movie, and moments before the movie ended, she was already in tears. Seriously, Amanda? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Aung slept throughout the show, and the Becca, yes, 'the' Becca, next to me was being herself, complaining about how chick flick movies like so were boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we basically just walked around the mall. We, too, bumped into a lot of people, and joined them sooner, too, or I would say, ended up, like &lt;a href="http://sarahnsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah Ngai&lt;/a&gt;, Dickson Tan, Deanna, Zecharaiah, Nathanael, &lt;a href="http://guerillagoblersjamboreejugglers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arvind&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.jhjh007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jerome&lt;/a&gt;. At the end of the day, without me realising it, I was having my dinner at &lt;b&gt;Carl's Junior&lt;/b&gt; with Becca and Sarah, and headed home at 8 in the evening. I saw Sean Wong too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was certainly one of the better days after the exams, but it felt really long and draggy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, I went back to school to return all my books, and settled my streaming for the year 2011. I stayed back and joined &lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas Choo&lt;/a&gt;, Jerome and a few others for squash. It has been months since I last held my racquet in my hand, and it felt good as I did so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say that at the end of the day, I was really worked out and beat. It sure reminded me of those years when I was under training and &lt;i&gt;MSSS&lt;/i&gt;. Great old times, ain't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the following few days after that, I didn't go anywhere at all, and I was starting to get really annoyed and bored. I kept asking myself, &lt;b&gt;"Is this all that there is?"&lt;/b&gt;, but the answer I get back every, single time was &lt;b&gt;"Yes"&lt;/b&gt;.  So I didn't had anything to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just last week, I nearly lost my green notebook, the one which meant almost everything to me in my life in 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had all my important scripts, speeches, debate information, deadlines, and a couple of songs which I have been working on for months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class was spot-checked twice, ransacked, just because of that &lt;a href="http://eternaldespair.blogspot.com/"&gt;'somebody'&lt;/a&gt; I used to hate. Big fat hint there. That should explain almost everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I wasn't in class at that time. I was out on a duty. I only managed to get back by dismissal, and by then, the class was in a mess. That was last Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have peace, and had trouble sleeping throughout the entire weekend. Apparently, it was said that it was mistaken as a &lt;i&gt;'game book'&lt;/i&gt;, but it certainly didn't look that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried extremely hard to get contacts, people, whom might be able to help get back that little green of mine, and when I got back to school on Monday, I succeeded. You can tell how relieved I was when I found that every single piece of paper and post-it notes in the notebook remained untouched, and was in place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the little suspense of my week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most interesting part? Two nights ago, I was at the National Stadium, Bukit Jalil, for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paramore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brand_New_Eyes_World_Tour"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Brand New Eyes World Tour'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, since I missed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Lambert"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glam_Nation_Tour"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glam Nataion Tour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; just last week, looking at it as a &lt;i&gt;'compensation'&lt;/i&gt;. I just realised that it was my third rock concert that I've attended this year. I rocked and screamed my heart out throughout the entire evening with Becca Chong and Chee Hong. Nevermind &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic!_at_the_Disco"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelly_Clarkson"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokio_Hotel"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, hands down, Paramore's was definitely the best rock show that I've ever been to, and I'm serious about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew almost every single song that they performed that night by heart. Everyone was up and jumping, even for the concertgoers like us who bought the tickets for the seats. Everyone stood on their seats before they could even perform their first track of the night, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ignorance_(song)"&gt;'Ignorance'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd was really wild and jam packed. The front woman, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayley_Williams"&gt;Hayley Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, kept insisting that she regretted not coming to Malaysia for a concert earlier, and having us to wait for 6, full years to come, due to the overwhelming number in the crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paramore&lt;/b&gt; really killed this one. They closed the night with their hit from their previous album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riot!"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Riot!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, entitled &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misery_Business"&gt;'Misery Business'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TMA8Q2Vxp6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-CyceJzGLE8/s400/PICT2335-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530486602573391778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A combo shot of happy people after the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the concert ended, Hayley called upon a lucky person from the crowd to go onstage and sing with her. The crowd went bonkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chee Hong was jealous throughout the whole night, and Becca finally &lt;i&gt;lost her virginity&lt;/i&gt;, but we had a rocking great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently looking forward to &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Monster_Ball_Tour"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Monster Ball Tour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; to hit Malaysia, but that'll never happen, because the government will surely, not approve her skin-revealing outfits and costumes. Moreover, the stage technicals and props are not compatible to those here. But that'll never change my mindset of not minding to pay more than 300 bucks, and wait for 6 hours, just to get to the front to see her, live. That's how crazy I am for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Gaga"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also next on my list, in no particular order, are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3OH!3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3OH!3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streets_of_Gold"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Streets Of Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ne-Yo"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libra_Scale"&gt;'Libra Scale'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katy_Perry"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for an independent show, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobra_Starship"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M.I.A._(artist)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M.I.A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_(M.I.A._album)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it's true, you can see it in the dark.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8229551429271764549?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8229551429271764549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-in-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8229551429271764549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8229551429271764549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-in-row.html' title='Two In A Row'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TMA8Q2Vxp6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-CyceJzGLE8/s72-c/PICT2335-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7710672133643581533</id><published>2010-09-19T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:58:43.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hots Are Hot</title><content type='html'>Seems like I have been gone for more than a month now. Expect this hiatus to come by even often, now that the students have stepped into the examination state.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of paperwork for the past few weeks, mainly model test papers and trial examination papers, until I'm down and out. No words can describe how tired and lifeless I feel right now. Have a strong feeling that I am going to start slacking, again. Happens to me every time, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;The major examinations are just in 2 weeks' time, and I can't say that I'm fully ready for it, yet. It's sooner than I thought it was. My confidence level ain't really high either. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7710672133643581533?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7710672133643581533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/09/hots-are-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7710672133643581533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7710672133643581533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/09/hots-are-hot.html' title='The Hots Are Hot'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2217778699094689847</id><published>2010-08-28T22:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:10:54.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramas'/><title type='text'>Together, We'll Kill The Dance</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I would just close my eyes, and let everything go&lt;a href="http://www.mrtzcmp3.net/Bruno%20Mars%20feat.%20Damian%20Marley-Liquor%20Store%20Blues_14668995011.1f954818f2f3.3:48-lxOoa3.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about all the wrong turns that I have made, the ones that I'm about to make, and tell myself to not repeat them, thinking that everything will get better. Thinking that everything will be alright again. Thinking that there's still a spark of hope within me.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, those are just thoughts, and the feeling of guilt won't go anywhere, the feeling that the entire world is against me. Before things could get any worse, I often tell myself to take my time, and start taking a different path, a new beginning, leaving all my troubles behind, till I'm on track.&lt;br /&gt;How selfish of me.&lt;br /&gt;As I shut my eyes, I feel the flames of misery, burning greedily with full of hatred and jealousy within me, wanting to let go. But sadly, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm held back, because there are just so many tragic turns that cannot be forgotten. Even though it is for the good of one, sometimes our conscience empowers and takes control over us, leaving behind limited choices.&lt;br /&gt;All a contradiction? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten back most of my results for the trial examinations, which was held nationwide last week, and believe me, they aren't really pleasing to look at. The results were pretty much the same for the rest either, often leaving them in a state of shock. Lifeless nerds.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do really well for my History, Geography and Science papers this time around, and Mandarin is definitely, not an exception too. I was actually deeply disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, how we strive so hard to achieve something, but in the end, not getting the way we want it in return. Well, this is reality, a world where dreams are broken and unjust, where money comes first for almost everything, and where justice is not served. You foolish heartless robots.&lt;br /&gt;It's a harsh life out there, and as I close my eyes, with all these flashbacks blinding me inside, I take a deep breath, and say that I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past weekend, I was at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLPAC&lt;/span&gt;, at Sentul, downtown, for a play entitled, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Reluctant Saint'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at KLPAC, but I have definitely seen this place before, somewhere. When I first got there, it's as if I've been to the place before. Then I recalled, I've seen this place in my sleep, weeks ago. Call it déjà vu, it always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the play. What can I say? The cast really nailed this one. You could see the amount of effort they put into the show, and get an overwhelming response after that. It really hit me hard, and it sure reminded me of the days when I had the flashing lights in my face. Some great memories we have there, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Reluctant Saint'&lt;/span&gt; traces the life of Saint Alphonsus Liguori, a Roman Catholic Bishop. Told in the form of a sung-through musical, it dealt about the corruption in today's world, and the way to priesthood, to inspire others.&lt;br /&gt;A highly talented bunch, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/THvSf9LrsaI/AAAAAAAAAII/qWwSYJCsJOc/s400/Photo0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511230015459275170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KLPAC. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jags&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 main songs in my playlist this week, and they are Katy Perry's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Firework'&lt;/span&gt;, and Trey Songz's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bottoms_Up_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Bottoms Up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, featuring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicki_Minaj"&gt;Nicki Minaj&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with Katy Perry's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Firework'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Firework'&lt;/span&gt; will be the upcoming single off Katy Perry's third studio album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Dream_%28Katy_Perry_album%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was released last week, set for release in mid-October, and is definitely one of the better songs in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Dream_%28Katy_Perry_album%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was co-written by British artist, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taio_Cruz"&gt;Taio Cruz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good pop record, and definitely is in the same league with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_Gurls"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Dream_%28Katy_Perry_song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, her second single after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls'&lt;/span&gt;, which features rapper Snoop Dogg.&lt;br /&gt;The melody is undeniably catchy, but certainly far behind than those in GaGa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bottoms_Up_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Bottoms Up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a song performed by American recording artist, Trey Songz, which features Nicki Minaj, is the lead single of his fourth studio album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passion,_Pain_%26_Pleasure"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Passion, Pain &amp;amp; Pleasure'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics and lines for the bass-heavy song are actually quite disturbing, but when I heard it for the first time, I fell in love with it, instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Nicki Minaj's appearance in the song saved the cake. She played an important role in bringing the song back to light, and she killed it on this one. If you haven't checked out the song yet, I strongly suggest that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance_in_the_Dark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Dance In The Dark'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the fourth and final single off her second studio album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fame_Monster"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Fame Monster'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; However, the song is serviced prior to Australian radio only. Whether it may be more than just a radio release in Australia is still up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Originally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Dance In The Dark'&lt;/span&gt; was planned to follow the previous single, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telephone_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Telephone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which features Beyoncé, as a preference of GaGa's record label. GaGa had chosen &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alejandro_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Alejandro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be the third single on her own without consulting the label. An argument then arose between GaGa and her label where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Alejandro'&lt;/span&gt; was ultimately chosen to be released.&lt;br /&gt;The song was inspired by the intimate experience between two people alone in a bedroom. According to GaGa, the record is about a girl who likes to have sex with the lights off because she is embarrassed about her body. All about low self confidence, it represents her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Fear of Self Monster'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant song, this one. Totally love the heavy synth beats.&lt;br /&gt;Could say that it's one of the most meaningful songs I've ever heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/THvSgstbMxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wO2m-6N-df4/s400/Photo0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511230028217266962" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I watch this one too? Darn you, majors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Care for a lunch date?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I know it's without the 'lunch'! You're using the word 'lunch' in front of the word 'date' as a smokescreen!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2217778699094689847?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2217778699094689847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/together-well-kill-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2217778699094689847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2217778699094689847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/together-well-kill-it-all.html' title='Together, We&apos;ll Kill The Dance'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/THvSf9LrsaI/AAAAAAAAAII/qWwSYJCsJOc/s72-c/Photo0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2656237982868835022</id><published>2010-08-18T18:40:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:13:54.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albums'/><title type='text'>The Empty Glass</title><content type='html'>Not expecting me? Seems like I have been away for quite some time now. Hiatus much?&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy lately. I seem to say that everytime. I had a few entries scheduled for release last week, but they all didn't seem to work out. There are just so many things to write about, but I do not know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with the first thing. First things first, right&lt;a href="http://mp3.baseofmp3.com/files/1-2a62e23a/4822/5685045/93fb642ad452/baseofmp3.com__Enrique_Iglesias_feat_Nicole_Scherzinger_-_Heartbeat_.mp3"&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been nominated and elected with posts in various clubs and societies in our school, mainly being the secretaries. I had to rush with my reports and minutes to meet my deadlines. I was racing against time, and always am. That should explain why I have been away all this while.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not entirely true, and with that, I'm going to move on to my next point. Wow, I'm starting to sound like a typical debater. Onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials. Yes, you got that word. We're all having our trial examinations this week to prepare us for the PMR examinations in the early October, and I have been reading up and studying my ass off for this, because it holds my future, sort of. It's like a key, well, partially, to two doors. One leading to the future, successes and life, the other leading to the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;So currently, I'm giving my one and only shot to pick the right key to open the trapdoors, before time runs out and I'll be crushed forever, which also means that my fate hangs just by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I'm over exaggerating again, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my major examinations to end. It seems so far away, but one day, I know that I'll be able to conquer and get over it, real soon. By then, I'll be partying my heart out, all through the nights.&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last went all out with my peers. Well, it's coming alright, it's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6 main songs in my music playlist this week, and they are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://ladygaga.wikia.com/wiki/So_Happy_I_Could_Die_%28song%29"&gt;'So Happy I Could Die'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by none other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Champagne_Life"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Champagne Life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Six Strings'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Letting Go (Dutty Love)'&lt;/span&gt;, featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicki Minaj&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.I.A.'s 'XXXO'&lt;/span&gt;, featuring rapper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt; off her new studio album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maya&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt;, great ol' tracks.&lt;br /&gt;But in this entry, I'm only going to talk about a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;. Well, generally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;'s the man. He's a man filled with class and attitude. He came to town somewhere in January. He is bound to release fourth studio album this fall, titled &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libra_Scale"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Libra Scale'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It deals with the choice, and darker side of fame, power and money.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I discovered was, it had the same meaning and concept as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fame_Monster"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Fame Monster'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was released last fall. A coincidence? Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days-of-masks-vertigo-sticks.html"&gt;In one of my entries last year&lt;/a&gt;, I mentioned that the album expressed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;'s fears in a metaphors of 'monsters'. In fact, she has a track from that album with the title of &lt;a href="http://ladygaga.wikia.com/wiki/Monster_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Monster'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a #1 hit for 4 consecutive months in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Charting At 100'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, has a track titled &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beautiful_Monster"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Beautiful Monster'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which was released a few months ago, as the debut single off his upcoming album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Libra Scale'&lt;/span&gt;. The lyrics for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Beautiful Monster'&lt;/span&gt; and very similar to those in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Monster'&lt;/span&gt;. Coincidence much? There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Fame Monster'&lt;/span&gt; also has a track titled, &lt;a href="http://ladygaga.wikia.com/wiki/So_Happy_I_Could_Die_%28song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'So Happy I Could Die'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which dealt about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;'s fears of alcohol and addiction, a #1 hit this week in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Charting At 100'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But 'coincidentally', &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt; released his second single from his upcoming album in late July, titled &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Champagne_Life"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Champagne Life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Both the meanings and the concepts for the songs relate deeply with one another, describing about the lines drawn between dreams and reality.&lt;br /&gt;The main question here today, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt; trying to steal ideas from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt; now? We have no clue, but I've pointed a big one there. Guess we'll just have to wait until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Libra Scale'&lt;/span&gt; is officially released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my great friend, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;, recorded a track with her producer recently, titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Six Strings'&lt;/span&gt;. It was intentionally written for her friend, who is currently settling in New Zealand, prior for her fifteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It's a great pop record, I must say. I loved the lyrics and the musical composition.&lt;br /&gt;I played the song over dinner the other day, and it has generated mainly mixed to positive reviews.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for you, Ashlee. You should consider recording more tracks and releasing them as mainstream singles. I can see #1 hits in those tracks. You get my vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was inspired to start working on my tenth song, yes, finally. But I will spill the themes and details about it, bit by bit. I want to keep the anticipation coming. But it's scheduled for release until after my majors. Expect more to come then.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, it's best to focus and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sit for Mandarin and Maths papers tomorrow. Wish me luck, and adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TGvDTdr9gCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XoGjJq1ovmY/s400/40879_151183258226715_100000051265017_463309_5902074_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506709708544507938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pure-enjoy-rookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tat Shing&lt;/a&gt;? Look again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't hesitate to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woohoo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letting_Go_%28Dutty_Love%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Your_Love_%28Nicki_Minaj_song%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you dutty, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letting_Go_%28Dutty_Love%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dutty love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2656237982868835022?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2656237982868835022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2656237982868835022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2656237982868835022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty-glass.html' title='The Empty Glass'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TGvDTdr9gCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XoGjJq1ovmY/s72-c/40879_151183258226715_100000051265017_463309_5902074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7451538767781192856</id><published>2010-08-02T15:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:37:22.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><title type='text'>One Of The Aggressions</title><content type='html'>Miss me? Seems like I haven't been posting much since July. That's because I have been very busy throughout the past month. I had an entry scheduled for last week, but I just didn't had the time to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now. Let's get things started in here, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, I took part in my second debating competition for the year, which was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'1st National Inter-High School British Parliamentary Debate Challenge 2010'&lt;/span&gt;. There were 80 teams that took part in this competition. It was definitely better than the previous one I've been too, which was the &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-been-spending-entire-day-at-uitm.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'International Committee of The Red Cross (ICRC) Humanitarian Law Debate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in June.&lt;br /&gt;I was paired up with my classmate, Mun Shin, throughout the entire journey. It was her debut season in the debating scene, but it was our first time debating in a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;British Parliamentary&lt;/span&gt;' (BP) style debate. One word, exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though most of the motions that we were given were all pretty easy to understand, it was the knowledge on the matters that were the main problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first round, we went up against St. George's of Taiping, and the teams from Sri Gardens, with the motion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That UPSR &amp;amp; PMR Examinations Should Be Abolished'&lt;/span&gt;. We took second in that deliberation. Actually, we were tied with the top seed, St. George's, who was a finalist of the competition. We were placed second because we failed to give more response towards the Closing Government. We were the Closing Opposition. According to the adjudicators, we kept hammering the Opening Government's case and lacked attention towards the closing bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our next round, we weren't that lucky either, for we took the third placing, with the motion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That Prisoners On Death Row Should Be Allowed To Choose Any Matter, Way, Manner Or Mode For Them To Die'&lt;/span&gt;. We were the Opening Opposition. The adjudicators had a tough time, deciding who should deserve the top spot. We were quite close, but yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our third round, the odds were totally against us. The motion given was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That Turkey Should Sever All Ties With Israel'&lt;/span&gt;. Guess which side were we on? The Opening Government, our weakest point! We lacked knowledge on the topic, and we got the last spot, the fourth placing. It was quite rough, and we were demotivated.&lt;br /&gt;But on the fourth round, it was an entirely different story. We took the first placing, for the first time, with the motion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That Parents Should Be Allowed To Manage The Careers Of Their Child Stars'&lt;/span&gt;. It was our first win together, as a team, and we were really proud of ourselves. When we got to know the motion when it was first released, I screamed and jumped for joy, because it had to do with the pop. Well, what can you expect? Pop is my house, and I dominated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TFaPDCEQ02I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WI_isURmejo/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500741277136769890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them mad fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final preliminary round, we dropped for we didn't do that well. The motion given was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That Malaysia Should Ban Party Hopping'&lt;/span&gt;. We took third, and in the end, we failed to break into the top 24.&lt;br /&gt;We were ranked number 46, with a total score of 7, and speaker points of 689. Strange, the team from Damansara Jaya which was ranked 25th had the same amount of speaker points as us. Well I guess that's too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seanbeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean Beh&lt;/a&gt; and Aaron Leong broke 8th, whereas &lt;a href="http://mytriviallife-aileen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen Loo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://becca-screamscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca Chong&lt;/a&gt; broke at number 11. They were supposed to be ranked at number 43 at first, but then they were misplaced, and somehow made it to the top 12. Surprisingly, their team made it into the semi-finals, whereas Sean and Aaron's team couldn't even bypass the quarters. Even so, I felt really happy for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didn't do that well this time around, we will never give up and will try to rule the charts next year. Together, we will push boundaries and soar, like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TFaO5jr1lEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ozjNggCdjVM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500741114362434626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikko-starsprinkles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mun Shin&lt;/a&gt; and I, preparing for Round 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TFaPHs20NnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L8R09ndLG4g/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500741357342570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TFaPnJIrxpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VhWdOpuSlLA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500741897509652114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;All of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweeting me like Tweety Bird on your iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7451538767781192856?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7451538767781192856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-for-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7451538767781192856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7451538767781192856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-for-august.html' title='One Of The Aggressions'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TFaPDCEQ02I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WI_isURmejo/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6176244779833558960</id><published>2010-07-12T18:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:24:11.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><title type='text'>Cheering In Vain</title><content type='html'>Screamed my lungs out for our school's cheerleading teams, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Calyx All-Girls'&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Calyx All-Guys'&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tet Sean&lt;/a&gt;, Leandra Lee, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://awesomeha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily Quek&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.suetteng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suet Teng&lt;/a&gt;, for the past 2 days at the annual cheerleading competition, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cheer 2010'&lt;/span&gt;, held in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Putra Indoor Stadium&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Jalil&lt;/span&gt;. The atmosphere in the stadium was crazy. Supporters, teachers and parents could be seen screaming, cheering and waving their respective banners proudly throughout the entire event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time supporting and watching more than 35 teams nationwide perform exciting routines that include exhilarating stunts and adrenaline-pumping dance moves, competing against each other. Some of the teams didn't really satisfy the crowd, but there were some that pleased and sent the audience into a state of shock with their anticipating stunts and cheers. It was a great experience to see the teams train so hard &amp;amp; put in their all, and in the end, paid off.&lt;br /&gt;The hosts for the event were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red FM&lt;/span&gt; DJs, &lt;a href="http://www.jeremyteo.com/"&gt;Jeremy Teo&lt;/a&gt; and Terry Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, Leandra and I were even interviewed by the &lt;a href="http://rage.com.my/"&gt;BRATs&lt;/a&gt;, a programme by the local newspaper, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Star'&lt;/span&gt;, to train young writers to become good journalists and reporters.&lt;br /&gt;The peak point of the event was on the second day, when the winners of the competition were announced. The team from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sri KL&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cyrens'&lt;/span&gt;, walked away as champions, leaving the defending champions, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Blitzers'&lt;/span&gt; at the second spot.&lt;br /&gt;Both of our teams failed to make it to the top 5 this year. All of us thought that both our teams pulled off a pretty great show. Strange. We were the second runner-ups for the event last year, and won the award for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Best Makeup'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We took second for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Best Makeup'&lt;/span&gt; this year, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'D*Starz'&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sri Aman&lt;/span&gt; at the top, but they barely had any makeup on at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we managed to only walk away with one prize, it was the spirit that kept us all going, and we're really proud of the achievements succeeded by both the teams.&lt;br /&gt;You get my vote on this one, pinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDrwlXQazyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5b4VlBFjSsY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492967220220448546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can you spot us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never needed your sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6176244779833558960?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6176244779833558960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheering-in-vain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6176244779833558960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6176244779833558960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheering-in-vain.html' title='Cheering In Vain'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDrwlXQazyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5b4VlBFjSsY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2921704876063339955</id><published>2010-07-08T18:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:41:47.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Sensation Sizzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls’&lt;/span&gt;, the first and lead single off &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katy_Perry"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;’s forthcoming second album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt;, was released last May. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Teenage Dream'&lt;/span&gt; is said to hit the local music stores this August, so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so good to have her back. Katy Perry kicked off the promotion of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls'&lt;/span&gt; with the headline on her official site, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Summer Starts Now!'&lt;/span&gt;. The song features 12-time Grammy Award nominated rapper &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snoop_Dogg"&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry has tossed her hat in the ring here to battle for top pop hit of summer 2010. It's far too early to predict a final outcome, but expect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls'&lt;/span&gt; to be in there fighting. Katy Perry does things her way, and each time I listen to the song, it certainly sounds like a whole lot of fun. To tell the truth, I've only started liking the song after the music video was released.&lt;br /&gt;The accompanying music video, which was released around 2 weeks ago, is Katy Perry's homage to the children's game, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy Land&lt;/span&gt;, although it's sexed up for Katy's particular style. More like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Katy In Wonderland'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 230px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4755020919_e4e09f3318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is one of those guilty, delicious pleasures which might make you hungry. It's definitely creative as it features moving gummy bears sticking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;middle fingers&lt;/span&gt; and Katy &amp;amp; her friends eating apart a gingerbread man. There's cupcake and peppermint bras as well as Katy Perry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shooting out whipped cream&lt;/span&gt; in a creative way. You'll have to see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I was entertained throughout the whole video as it made me smile, it showed the wild and naughtier side of Katy, but I still preferred the clip for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-like-mexico.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Alejandro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because of the message and meaning behind it. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRvptTk7IbU"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the music video for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'California Gurls'&lt;/span&gt;, which has climbed from number 53 to the 9th spot in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charting At 100&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4755659738_73f4d8d118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 230px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4755020775_a5baffdbe6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go orange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2921704876063339955?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2921704876063339955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sensation-sizzles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2921704876063339955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2921704876063339955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sensation-sizzles.html' title='Sensation Sizzles'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4755020919_e4e09f3318_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1778315924137695654</id><published>2010-07-05T19:43:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:53:26.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>The Third &amp; The Last</title><content type='html'>Looks like I haven't been writing in ages now. A lot has happened during the past week, even though it has only been two weeks since the resumption of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, I attended &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 'Yellow Night' Ball&lt;/span&gt;, which was themed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Hawaii'&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;a href="http://sugarbabeswhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/a&gt;'s with the Yellows. Accompanying me were Benny, &lt;a href="http://thechocolatetakesover.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pei She&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seanbeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean Beh&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ganjoeyin93.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe Yin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? The night party had everything it needed. The ideal choice of music, the right food, not forgetting the guests who were present there and then. Everything was perfect, well almost. Yes, 'almost'. I'll get to it later.&lt;br /&gt;It was also an opportunity for us to chill out and let out some steam &amp;amp; anguish, for one final time before we get back on our feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDHFbNaSSxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iuMHlkuMwXQ/s400/34264_409204764339_535234339_4521833_489966_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490386491988396818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peak of the night was when we went deeper into the games. The first game of the night was introduced by Yuli, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cheating Husband &amp;amp; The Possessive Wife&lt;/span&gt;'. Pretty weird, much? I was on the same team as Pei She. Of course, I didn't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;The game lasted for around 10 minutes, and Jaclyn ended up losing.&lt;br /&gt;As punishment, everyone ganged up on her and threw her into the pool. Not knowing that she came up from the pool shortly right after that, she planned to plot revenge by pushing Sean into the pool. She succeeded alright, but unfortunately, Sean's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that was in his pocket got wet and was corrupted. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, I figured it would be better for me to take precaution, just to make sure that the same situation doesn't happen to me. Therefore, I headed back indoors to place my expensive belongings, which I had with me. I'm sure you would do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the shorter route, which went along the pool, not wanting to miss out the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I felt a sudden force that came right by my side, causing me to lose my balance and control. It was all a blur. Everything happened real fast. The next thing I knew, I was in the air. I took a deep breath, as I fell into the pool, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Still shocked, I quickly reached out for my mobile, which was deep beneath my pocket. I tried fiddling with the keys, hoping that it would be alright. Sadly, the screen failed to light up. Too late, I figured. The phone broke down ever since that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDMJEnRjsGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hDB9FMqZUoU/s400/34484_409205784339_535234339_4521879_8190205_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490742345561518178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the phone that I was using that night was a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_3100"&gt;Nokia 3100&lt;/a&gt;. It was a really durable phone, really. It was a hand-me-down since 5 years ago, and I have been using the phone ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm using a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nokia_6070"&gt;Nokia 6070&lt;/a&gt;, which served me really well last year, until it was &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/08/tragic-accident.html"&gt;rolled over by a car&lt;/a&gt; last September. Don't get me wrong. Nokia phones are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long-lasting.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, the weak sensor points drive me mad when I need to use them urgently. I take that as a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a splashing great time all through the night. Lesson learnt, never bring phones to pool parties, unless you want to end up like Sean and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 241px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDHFaxAx5qI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SOJcDPZf2RA/s400/34007_409205404339_535234339_4521866_7559271_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490386484365223586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDMJFkeqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L6C43k8TUCg/s400/34506_409206209339_535234339_4521904_8320153_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490742361991047570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how wet we were. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This could be all that we waited for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1778315924137695654?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1778315924137695654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1778315924137695654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1778315924137695654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-last.html' title='The Third &amp; The Last'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDHFbNaSSxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iuMHlkuMwXQ/s72-c/34264_409204764339_535234339_4521833_489966_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4622873083057163161</id><published>2010-06-24T18:10:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:00:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Page</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm going to turn fifteen in just a matter of four days' time. Another year has come and gone, just like that. Fourteen was really exhilarating. A roller coaster ride, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the most thrilling points in my life throughout the past year was when my previous class took third for the &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-your-drama_11.html"&gt;Inter-Class English Drama Competition&lt;/a&gt;, The Phantom of The Opera. We enjoyed ourselves throughout the entire process. It was a moment in my life that I savoured, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking breakthrough was when I managed to compose a total of &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/saving-you.html"&gt;9 songs&lt;/a&gt; throughout the past year. I never knew I could do something like that. I never did. Just then, I knew that pursued dreams can be achieved if we put in effort and don't stop believing in what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Last April, I decided to give myself a try for the school's debating unit, and 2 months after, I debuted in an international inter-varsity debate competition, which was held a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost for words. Definitely, I felt very fortunate that I was given the chance to participate in a debate competition, in such a short period of time. It was an enriching yet eye-opening experience for me and my fellow team mates.&lt;br /&gt;Also in April, I was nominated and was in the run for becoming the next International Understanding Director. It was hard, going against a friend you liked a lot. Even though I didn't succeed, I was happy. After all, I can always try again.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all the things that I had succeeded so far, I feel very grateful and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at the peak point in my life. It might seem challenging, and sometimes, quite tiring, but nobody said that this journey is going to be easy. I tend to outdo myself every time, and get back up when I fall, not giving up when trouble is headed our way.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TCND_6CueZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0F7N89sse7k/s400/8416_103510259660682_100000051265017_103668_3309714_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486303536258906514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast for the class play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TCNccQ4mNcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ODMLtx8upTY/s400/28101_391872047356_678262356_3859577_4361875_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486330411705841090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 254px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TCNc00rKn4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pMR53VDzSdY/s400/Photo+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486330833630044034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TCNCxL0ZVJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OZgZovyKFG8/s400/Picture+972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486302183820973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation, Red Alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you ready to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4622873083057163161?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4622873083057163161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/same-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4622873083057163161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4622873083057163161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/same-page.html' title='The Same Page'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TCND_6CueZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0F7N89sse7k/s72-c/8416_103510259660682_100000051265017_103668_3309714_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8340812333583076102</id><published>2010-06-19T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:40:09.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>The Second-Speaking Situation</title><content type='html'>Had a great time with &lt;a href="http://mytriviallife-aileen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen Loo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seanbeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean Beh&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gardens&lt;/span&gt; last Thursday. The main reason of the meet up was to discuss the upcoming and concerning club affairs for the school's debating unit. We spent the entire morning at our favourite coffee bistro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, but we didn't really get anything for we were on a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBxP9bMyprI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cWb_gB06fL0/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484346362922444466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, a few minutes before noon, we headed over to the nearest theater, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The GSC Signature&lt;/span&gt;, and ended up watching a movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Karate Kid'&lt;/span&gt;. The plot is around a 12 year old boy, named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dre Parker&lt;/span&gt;, living in Detroit when his mother, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherry&lt;/span&gt;, gets a job in China. Once in China, Dre misses home and wants to go back to the States. His mother tells him that China is home now, and he must learn to accept his new home.&lt;br /&gt;Dre begins to like China when he falls for his classmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mei Ying&lt;/span&gt;. His feelings for Mei Ying are seen by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, the class bully who is out to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Cheng puts Dre to the ground with ease using his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu&lt;/span&gt; training. Dre doesn't have a chance using the little karate that he knows, and Cheng proves it the next time he sees Dre.&lt;br /&gt;He is getting beaten badly when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt;, the maintenance man, secretly a Kung Fu Master, stops the fight. Dre persuades Han to teach him Kung Fu. With this knowledge, Dre must now face down Cheng in a fight to win his respect in a Kung Fu tournament.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of liked the movie, but Aileen and I were freezing throughout the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we were talking about how sharp the nipples on the mannequins in the department stores were (weird, I know), and headed for lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl's Jr&lt;/span&gt;. There, we caught sight of Sze Teng and she seemed pretty mad at something. She was in a bad mood, but we weren't going to let that spoil our day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ended our discussion there and hanged around the mall. Strange thing was, we noticed that most of the things we saw around us resembled of &lt;a href="http://becca-screamscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca Chong&lt;/a&gt;. For example, the kiddie posters, fairies, statues and the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt;' mascots. Lots of fantasy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We actually waited in line to get photographed with some of the mascots, but we were told that we had to wait for a long time, so we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBw7LqOTyLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DHX12OlHeTk/s400/36651_404220899339_535234339_4395724_1385358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484323517729327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aileen and I, waiting in the line. 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snapped a lot of photos along the way, hoping to tag Becca in all of them as soon as we got back.&lt;br /&gt;But what caught our attention the most was this toy car that was operated by a coin slot machine, similar to the one &lt;a href="http://cheehongzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chee Hong&lt;/a&gt; rode &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3755834&amp;amp;id=651209406#%21/photo.php?pid=3960717&amp;amp;id=651209406&amp;amp;fbid=397846684406"&gt;a few weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;, but instead, it was a car. We immediately thought of Becca, and squeezed ourselves in it, forgetting that we left 2 cups of iced lemon tea on the hood of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I managed to get myself in the car alright, but there wasn't any room for my legs.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Aileen came in from the other side of the car, and guess what? The whole car shook and jolted. One of the drinks on the hood of the car toppled over. Actually, I managed to jump out of the car and tried to save it at first, but it slipped right through my hands. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;At that instant, all eyes were on us, so we quickly made out exit, not looking at the glares from the crowd. Yes, we left the drink there, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Becca was missing out on the fun. There were even people dressed in princess cosplay costumes. She would've loved it. I think I'm making her sound like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where did she disappear to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBxP8lD5F8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/cPomQVHCkEI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484346348389603266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBxQ9X6qyMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QuEiRo-dy8g/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484347461552752834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen and Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBxRpMwh3gI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cxrs_IIecCY/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484348214471679490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Sze Teng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBw8R90acwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O0xHrrxHBnY/s400/36651_404221149339_535234339_4395734_7239697_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484324725580264194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8340812333583076102?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8340812333583076102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-speaking-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8340812333583076102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8340812333583076102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-speaking-situation.html' title='The Second-Speaking Situation'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TBxP9bMyprI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cWb_gB06fL0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1852324593577040527</id><published>2010-06-16T20:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:02:39.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Breaking The Silence</title><content type='html'>Just got back from an International Understanding Film Festival, hosted by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interact Club of Sri Aman&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PJ Live Arts, Section 13&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;a href="http://feel-the-thunder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexandrea&lt;/a&gt; and a few other friends. The theme that they picked this year was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Breaking The Silence'&lt;/span&gt;. The International Understanding event was mainly around human trafficking, about how it affects other's lives. Human trafficking is the trade of human beings and their use by criminals to make money. That could mean forcing or tricking people into prostitution, begging, or manual labour. Between 2 and 4 million people are trafficked worldwide every year.&lt;br /&gt;The Interact Club of Sri Aman played their part to combat this global issue by raising funds for a local anti-trafficking organization, Tenaganita, who plays a part in tackling the problem of, trafficking of women and children in Malaysia and raise awareness at the same time. They collaborated with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MTVEXIT&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United Nations Global Initiative to Fight Human Trafficking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(UN.GIFT)&lt;/span&gt;,  an international organization that promotes the global fight on human trafficking, to make this event a success.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that they did a really great job in attracting the crowd's attention. It was very well organized and the performances went great together, especially Herman's. Fantastic job on this one, Sri Aman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we, or are we not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1852324593577040527?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1852324593577040527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-silence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1852324593577040527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1852324593577040527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking The Silence'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1672959815586646676</id><published>2010-06-13T16:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:39:46.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><title type='text'>The Vague Passion</title><content type='html'>I have been spending the entire day at UiTM, Shah Alam, for an international inter-varsity debate competition, called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'International Committee of The Red Cross (ICRC) Humanitarian Law Debate'&lt;/span&gt;, for the past three days. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and was really excited, being able to compete with people from around the globe. That's something good to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was my first time participating in a debate competition. Sweet. So you can imagine how overjoyed I was.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the themes for the motions were around current issues and the international humanitarian law. International humanitarian law is a set of rules which seek, for humanitarian reasons, to limit the effects of armed conflict. It protects person who are not, or are no longer participating in the hostilities and restricts the means and methods of warfare. It is also known as the law of war, or the law of armed conflict. Besides, it is part of the international law, which is the body of rules governing relations between States.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had to go through five preliminary rounds, in order to advance to the quarter finals, which we unfortunately, didn't. Out of the five rounds, we managed to convince the judges and won only one case. We were in the fourth round at that time, and we were going against a team from Pajajaran, a university of Bandung, Indonesia. The motion given was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That All Nations Should Rectify The Mine Ban Treaty'&lt;/span&gt;, and we were on the affirmative side. The other topics that we debated on include, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This House Believes That We Should Prioritise Women When Accepting Refugees In Armed Conflicts'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'That Preemptive Air Strikes Should Be Launched On Suspected Nuclear Proliferators'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole competition, or you could say, the preliminary rounds, we have encountered various feedback, critics, compliments, and insults from the adjudicators. Well, I guess that it's something good for we get to learn from our mistakes and input them in our future cases, so that we'll never repeat them, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Without the help and cooperation from my fellow team mates, &lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.jhjh007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jerome&lt;/a&gt;, I won't think we will still be standing here as one, today.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great yet enriching experience for us. I look forward to more debate competitions for the times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although I wasn't there to see you in your confirmation dress, just remember that you always have me with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1672959815586646676?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1672959815586646676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-been-spending-entire-day-at-uitm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1672959815586646676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1672959815586646676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-been-spending-entire-day-at-uitm.html' title='The Vague Passion'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1480480693723146592</id><published>2010-06-10T16:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:03:30.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Hot Like Mexico</title><content type='html'>The music video for Lady GaGa's third single off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fame Monster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alejandro&lt;/span&gt;, is finally out. The video was shot and directed by fashion photographer, Steve Klein. I didn't really like the concept of the video at first, but after watching it for a few times, I did. In fact, I was pretty amazed at the visual effects and cinematography.&lt;br /&gt;The video is about the pain of living life without true love, a woman's desire to resurrect a dead love who can not face the brutality of her present situation. No wonder, I felt deeply for this song from the moment I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;In the video, GaGa loses her true love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alejandro&lt;/span&gt;. He dies, presumably killed in war.&lt;br /&gt;She then, becomes envious of the love gay men share with each other, and she yearns for this kind of love again, but can not find it. She seeks to be accepted by the gay men but they turn her away at first. Then, when she is herself, accepting and appreciative, she is embraced and accepted by them.&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is, I have always thought of Alejandro as the bad dude.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I enjoyed the video a lot and had a great time watching it. If you haven't, you're missing out a lot. A fantastic piece of pop art, I would say. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niqrrmev4mA"&gt;Click here to watch it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 233px;" src="http://gagadaily.com/photos/albums/screen-captures/alejandro-video/alejandro031gagadaily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 233px;" src="http://gagadaily.com/photos/albums/screen-captures/alejandro-video/alejandro337gagadaily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 233px;" src="http://gagadaily.com/photos/albums/screen-captures/alejandro-video/alejandro338gagadaily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 233px;" src="http://gagadaily.com/photos/albums/screen-captures/alejandro-video/alejandro198gagadaily.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At this point I gotta choose, nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1480480693723146592?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1480480693723146592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-like-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1480480693723146592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1480480693723146592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-like-mexico.html' title='Hot Like Mexico'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4524289155638925678</id><published>2010-06-09T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:04:01.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camps'/><title type='text'>Impossible Not?</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a four-day camp called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supercamp&lt;/span&gt;, organized by the Rotary and Interact Clubs of Petaling Jaya at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felda Residence of Trolak&lt;/span&gt;, Perak. What can I say about the camp? It was certainly one of the best camps I've ever been to. I was among the youngest there who were present, accompanied by &lt;a href="http://szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; and Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were all split and placed into ten different groups, with the various names of the houses, potions, spells and creatures from the hit sequel, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;. I was placed into a team with the name of &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Hufflepuff"&gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/a&gt;, which consisted of 15 Interactors. There, I reconnected and met up with a lot of new people from various schools in the district.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the entire camp, we did a lot of activities together, such as the Photo Hunt, caving at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gua Tempurung&lt;/span&gt;, obstacle courses, high and low rope courses, the flying fox and so on.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our team took the second placing in the overall rankings, with Draco in the top spot. What amazed me in this camp was the never ending team spirit amongst us and the strengthening bond, and support that we had for each other. We supported and stood up for those who were in need of help, which I personally think that it is actually something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;On the last night of the camp, the organizing committee turned the hall into a dance floor, accompanying with loud, blasting music. I danced my heart out with my seniors all through the night and involved myself in loads of night activities. That night, I was overjoyed and slept at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing was, the next day, I wasn't myself at all. I failed to deliver a proper speech in front of the crowd and screwed up. That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that the four days came and went in a blink of an eye. But all in all, it was an awesome camp and hopefully, the one next year's would be as fun as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TA9ddylrKVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Nc_a1kiYd0U/s400/huff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480702037910563154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way, Hufflepuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you seen one like that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4524289155638925678?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4524289155638925678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossible-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4524289155638925678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4524289155638925678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossible-not.html' title='Impossible Not?'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TA9ddylrKVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Nc_a1kiYd0U/s72-c/huff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3269196416885696069</id><published>2010-06-01T17:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:08:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling The Invulnerable</title><content type='html'>So now the month of June is here. I can't believe that I'm halfway through the year. That was fast. It's now the sixth month of the year, for God's sakes. It seems like it was just yesterday that I welcomed the new year. Well, time flies, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;In just a matter of 28 days, I'll be hitting fifteen. Somehow, it just doesn't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely learnt a lot for the past one year. It seems so amazing how one's life can change so much, in such a short period of time. One minute, I'm preparing to go onstage to compete in a drama competition, and the next, I'm in the run for being the next International Understanding Director.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a roller coaster ride. You get really high at times, and you get low. I really miss the life that I used to take for granted. Onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with my Science and English papers for the mid-term examinations. But guess what's next in line for tomorrow? Mandarin. Yes, how I hate that subject.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it, not even close. I spend months studying on that subject, and no matter how much I overdo myself, I yet, still get a D. I find it a drag.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a heavy weight that I have to bear for the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for graduation. It seems so far away. I can't imagine myself all on my own, finding a job. Sounds like fun, but you won't know how challenging in might get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music video for Lady GaGa's latest single, 'Alejandro', will be released on the 7th of June, next Monday. 'Alejandro' is a track produced by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RedOne&lt;/span&gt;, off her second studio album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fame Monster&lt;/span&gt;, after her debut album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The word is that the video will be roughly 7 minutes long. However, she said in a radio interview that it will not be a sequel to her previous video, 'Telephone'. After the video shoot, rumours surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;There is said to be a connection to Lorenzo Maitani's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expulsion_from_the_Garden_of_Eden"&gt;'Expulsion of Paradise'&lt;/a&gt;. Sources revealed that Lady Gaga will portray three different characters throughout the music video, one of them, wearing a set of golden vampire grillz. Three actors were casted to play Alejandro, Fernando, and Roberto, during separate scenes. The man portraying Alejandro is said to be a German actor named, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jordan_Brower"&gt;Jordan Brower&lt;/a&gt;. A selected few scenes were described as 'crazier than 'Telephone'', and there is even a burial scene. She is set to die in the video, but a 'surprise twist' will occur during the funeral. A rumour surfaced, about GaGa playing 3 different characters, and that one of them has vampire fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TATo9m-LzhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DyMFM-oMGWU/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477759191920397842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a 'behind-the-scenes' photo of the video shoot that got leaked out onto the web, and yes, that's a snake on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Summer of Alejandro, Arriba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3269196416885696069?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3269196416885696069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/battling-invulnerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3269196416885696069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3269196416885696069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/06/battling-invulnerable.html' title='Battling The Invulnerable'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TATo9m-LzhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DyMFM-oMGWU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8664252152277332282</id><published>2010-05-27T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:53:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded By The Light</title><content type='html'>Seems like I haven't been writing for ages now. Then let me just tell you this, I will. As soon as this 'half quarter-life crisis' is over. The mid-term examinations kicked off just yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the papers that we sat for yesterday, were pretty easy. Piece of cake. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Given and left with such limited time, there's just too much to study. If I could just space out my brain for a minute, I would be so happy, I could die. But sadly, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out, and I'm going nowhere fast. Well, I'm pretty sure that things go the same to the others as well. Sometimes, I feel just like a heartless machine. Never to stop doing whatever that needs to be done. There's just something inside of me that I cannot think of.&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe the mid-year holidays is just a week away. But yet, it seems so far away. Now, I have to put up with these idiotic tests. Killjoys. You can sometimes just get so sick of this life.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously can't wait for the break to come. Seems like I'll be busy, again. But can you guess what's coming up next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supercamp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She killed the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8664252152277332282?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8664252152277332282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/blinded-by-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8664252152277332282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8664252152277332282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/blinded-by-light.html' title='Blinded By The Light'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6940235756337032427</id><published>2010-05-18T18:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:21:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>It was around half past ten in the morning then. I figured I'd pay the staff room a visit, since I had to drop off some of the students' books, and had nothing to do at the moment. I had to fulfill my duties, anyway. A huge weight that I have to bear for the rest of the year, which I personally, don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the staff room, I knew what to expect. Teachers could be seen rushing with their respective work. Some were sharing about the current issues. Politics, corruption, gossip. Something familiar which you can see almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I headed over to the teacher's desk. A lady around her 50s, was seated right before her place. Her name was Madam Chee, probably one of the most respected teachers in that room.&lt;br /&gt;On her table was a huge load of exercise books, stacked in many piles. She was marking and grading her students' work. She seemed stressed and frustrated, but she was dedicated to her job. I left the books that I held within my hands by her side. She dropped her pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'You know, Gabriel'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Sometimes, I just wish that all of these would turn into money. That would be a joy.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled. She seemed to be the only lady I know who can joke while feeling so blue, but I didn't say anything. It's not that anything I say can ease her pain. Without giving a second thought, I began, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Is there anything else?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'No, that's all for now. Again, thanks Gabriel.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. There's something about her that makes me like her. It must be her stunning personality, I guess. Just then, she impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid-term examinations is just a week away. For some, it has already begun, and I heard that it wasn't easy for them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, best of luck to all. I'm done for. Returning to the books, again. Let's do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing I say would change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6940235756337032427?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6940235756337032427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6940235756337032427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6940235756337032427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8920092258138867018</id><published>2010-05-12T18:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:15:52.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Saving You</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since I last worked on a song, and I'm proud to say that I have finally written new material.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have kept you guys waiting for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;This song is mainly around the truth. The truth might hurt at times, and many would give up a lot, just to hear it. Each line of it has a deep and different meaning to it. I feel highly for this song. This song is also a lesson to me, to leave the past behind and never repeat it. A huge thank you to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/ashleelim.livejournal.com"&gt;Ashlee Lim&lt;/a&gt;, who helped me to come up with the first few lines for the first verse. Without further delay, let's give it up for the song of trust and hope, written with full of dedication and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Save Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GABRIEL LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel the detailed reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems like you're caught in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could we be together again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's stepping on shattered glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the scars won't fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still standing but going nowhere fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's nothing else left that she can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shock of the truth is drawing near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through all the lies that left him deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he faked a smile, but he can't shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's trying not to make a scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spreading those wings can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just don't go below an eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't resist him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop hiding your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're the one that's keeping me from falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffocating under these flashing lights (Could I trust her?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just show me the depths of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blinded by his thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she left him in a state of distraught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's taking a step,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she's not looking at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a mask upon her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she can't find her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As his life flashed before him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he walks the line, not going to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spreading those wings can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just don't go below an eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't resist him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop hiding your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're the one that's keeping me from falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffocating under these flashing lights (Could I trust her?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just show me the depths of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's lying in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she's not giving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captivated memories, ending in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I believe in the truth again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop hiding your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you're the one that's keeping me from falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suffocating under these flashing lights (Could I trust her?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just show me the depths of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further details regarding the pieces that I've worked on in the past, please click on the song titles below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-22-situation.html"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-face.html"&gt;Plastic Face&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html"&gt;The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;・ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html"&gt;Get Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-captivate.html"&gt;Miss Captivate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-give-in.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8920092258138867018?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8920092258138867018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/saving-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8920092258138867018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8920092258138867018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/saving-you.html' title='Saving You'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6613606635714599005</id><published>2010-05-10T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:05:03.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Just Not Myself</title><content type='html'>It has been long since I last submitted an entry. I have been very sick for the past few days. Yeah, you got that right.&lt;br /&gt;So I have finally fallen and all this work has taken its effect on me, but that's not going to slow me down from fulfilling my goals. In fact, it encourages me to rise and soar once again.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel different. I feel like a totally new person. I am motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, our school held its annual Sports Day. The events began soon after the speeches. The athletes gave their all for their houses, and their team mates cheered them on enthusiastically. It was pretty intense, but amazing at the same time. I've never felt so alive. Everyone had high hopes for their respective houses.&lt;br /&gt;The Purple House bragged the overall championship, as usual. The Red House owned both the categories for the decorations and marches. Their theme was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Christmas'&lt;/span&gt;. They came in second, followed by the Yellow House at the third spot. At the end of the day, everyone was a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S-fI6jjKMMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lx4e6nn4l5E/s400/28662_1415074130591_1044705040_1217705_3541482_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469561180765434050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could we make a home in the stars&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere in the galaxy far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6613606635714599005?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6613606635714599005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-not-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6613606635714599005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6613606635714599005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-not-myself.html' title='Just Not Myself'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S-fI6jjKMMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lx4e6nn4l5E/s72-c/28662_1415074130591_1044705040_1217705_3541482_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6398475290072013539</id><published>2010-05-02T17:43:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:08:40.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Drowning In The River Of Denial</title><content type='html'>Seems like I haven't been writing in a while now. There was an entry scheduled for Friday actually, but I didn't have the time to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;So, April has finally come to an end. What can I say? April was the busiest month of my life. This is literally the first chance that I’ve had to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The benefits? I feel great because I managed to conquer all the challenges that I face in everyday life. Most of them, maybe. Glad to know that I'm still standing strong.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what awaits me in May? I have a feeling that it's all going to be about hitting the books, again. The mid-term examinations will be beginning soon. Maybe I should just take a short break before I get back to work again. Should I? I fear that I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I was invited to catch the premiere screening for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/span&gt;. No offence, the first half of the movie was dull and sucked. Despite the imperfections, this film accelerates well into a spectacular final act, once again proving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/span&gt; invincible. It was more comedic than the first one, at least. Somehow, I just feel that it could've been a whole lot better. Thankfully, it was entertaining enough and kept my eyes hooked on to the screen throughout the entire show. Strange, I couldn't walk straight right after that. That sounds just like James Cameron's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocked my heart out at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;'s showcase at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1U&lt;/span&gt; last night with &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joosturns15.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://liwellen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Li Wen&lt;/a&gt;. Even though we waited for more than 3 hours for them to set up the gear and appear onstage, we had a smashing great time in the rain. I was jumping and screaming the lyrics to their songs throughout the whole time. For those of you who don't know, I was a huge fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;'s since 2006. I remember mentioning about them &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/outrageous-october.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; last year. The band closed the night with an energetic version of their hit song, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;', in German of course. One of the best nights in the year, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S91KIEwyZMI/AAAAAAAAADg/VMvwDBYC9HA/s400/28101_391872097356_678262356_3859585_4567067_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466607025275430082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S9__kmAmwTI/AAAAAAAAADw/kUG4ITcEH4s/s400/28101_391872087356_678262356_3859584_832105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467369476794532146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't be a bitch, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6398475290072013539?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6398475290072013539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/drowning-in-river-of-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6398475290072013539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6398475290072013539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/05/drowning-in-river-of-denial.html' title='Drowning In The River Of Denial'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S91KIEwyZMI/AAAAAAAAADg/VMvwDBYC9HA/s72-c/28101_391872097356_678262356_3859585_4567067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6649234574795008288</id><published>2010-04-28T17:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:05:23.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><title type='text'>A Heart Like An Engine</title><content type='html'>Spent the entire day at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP University College&lt;/span&gt; today watching our school's team participate in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The 8th National English Debate Competition'&lt;/span&gt;. I must say, they were really amazing. I was speechless. I've never seen them in action before.&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, their journey came to an end as they lost in the quarter-finals.&lt;br /&gt;They were against SMK Kepong Baru, and it was indeed a close call for them. The motion was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'This house believes that every country should have the right to possess nuclear weapons'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least our school's team made it to the top 8. It's better than nothing I suppose. Proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S92NZ_92j6I/AAAAAAAAADo/oH0RnhUAVpk/s400/29389_1345578250745_1569946178_30854673_4931885_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466681000504758178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on my 9th song. Of all the songs that I've written in this past, this is the song that I feel deepest about. The song revolves around many things, mainly the depths of truth. The truth might hurt at times, and many would give up a lot, just to hear it. I was inspired by plenty of things to write this song. I'll be debuting the song somewhere in mid-May. So, stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no real love in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6649234574795008288?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6649234574795008288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/heart-like-engine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6649234574795008288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6649234574795008288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/heart-like-engine.html' title='A Heart Like An Engine'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S92NZ_92j6I/AAAAAAAAADo/oH0RnhUAVpk/s72-c/29389_1345578250745_1569946178_30854673_4931885_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6181938158391253954</id><published>2010-04-26T18:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:52:10.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Daring The Impossible</title><content type='html'>When I was in the National Stadium in Bukit Jalil, KL last night, I knew what I was watching. I was watching a legend. &lt;span class="style11"&gt;It is nice to see that Kelly Clarkson hasn't lost her touch, powering through her set like a true pro. I still remember when I was around nine, I would play and listen to her songs over and over again, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;The winner of the first season of the famous reality show, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Malaysian Idol'&lt;/span&gt;, Jaclyn Victor, opened the concert with some of the tracks from her latest album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Jaclyn Victor III'&lt;/span&gt;. I was too, a huge fan of hers when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kelly Clarkson kicked off her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'All I Ever Wanted 2010 Tour'&lt;/span&gt; in Asia with her latest single from her album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I Ever Wanted&lt;/span&gt;. The singer then performed a selection of hits from her previous albums and did cover tracks, including Kings Of Leon's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Use Somebody'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Lies'&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Black Keys&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, it was her birthday last night, and the crowd sang her a birthday song. Didn't think she could hear them.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming the lyrics to the songs throughout the whole night. I had a rocking great time, even though I was seated from a far distance. Kelly bid farewell and closed the show with her hit single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'My Life Would Suck Without You'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S9a4GJsnTpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6fF2qoExu0/s400/PICT2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464757613682445970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I still prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;'s concert, which was held 2 years back. Maybe it's because I was less than 5 feet away from the band. Speaking of Panic! At The Disco, they will be releasing their third studio album this year. Too bad Ryan Ross and Jon Walker left the band.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am as vain as I allow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6181938158391253954?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6181938158391253954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/daring-impossible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6181938158391253954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6181938158391253954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/daring-impossible.html' title='Daring The Impossible'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S9a4GJsnTpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Q6fF2qoExu0/s72-c/PICT2139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1443464335344183359</id><published>2010-04-24T23:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:05:37.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Breaking The Silence</title><content type='html'>After a year of hiatus, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interact Club of La Salle&lt;/span&gt; finally hosted their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding Day&lt;/span&gt; today. I was completely shocked. They did an awfully amazing job. Well, everyone expected them to deliver a great show, and guess what? They did.&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned in my previous entry, their theme this year was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'One World'&lt;/span&gt;. It's mainly about the diversity of races, ethnics and cultures from each corner of the world, to be brought into one perspective irregardless of race, religion nor its different skin colors.&lt;br /&gt;The emcees for the event were Interactors Yew Wing and Naga Raj. They did a pretty good job too. For those of you who don't know, Yew Wing was once my neighbour, until he moved out a few years ago. He was the person who taught me to play pool properly. I really owe him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still can't believe that I'm going to catch Kelly Clarkson live tomorrow night in her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I Ever Wanted Tour&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="style11"&gt;It seems like only yesterday that Kelly Clarkson was ruled the first winner of the first season of the now popular &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'American Idol'&lt;/span&gt; reality show. Overnight, the songstress from Burleson, Texas was thrown into the spotlight, debuting her first single at number one and riding a multi-month tour all the way to the bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to expect. But somehow, I think it'll be awesome. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put the bottle down, you don't want to miss out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1443464335344183359?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1443464335344183359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1443464335344183359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1443464335344183359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking The Silence'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-496047717886824301</id><published>2010-04-22T14:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:01:16.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Detailed Reflection</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a few of my friends and I headed over to Shin Yi's place to get some projects done with. We didn't do much, really. We spent most of the time chatting and enjoyed indulging ourselves in empty talks. But at least we're progressing and getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interact Club of La Salle will be organizing their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding Day&lt;/span&gt;, themed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'One World'&lt;/span&gt;, this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;The theme, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'One World'&lt;/span&gt;, represents a diversity of races, ethnics and cultures from each corner of the world to be brought into one perspective irregardless of race, religion nor its different skin colors. It is an idea to be conveyed across to everyone that is present in this event which circulates the idea of the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One World'&lt;/span&gt; theme to strongly emphasize on general knowledge, unity and the spirit of being as one.&lt;br /&gt;With all the different cultures that would be exposed in this event would give an opportunity to everyone to understand a little about the various cultures on this planet. It is important for us to appreciate and preserve every culture that exists.&lt;br /&gt;The event will be held in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summit&lt;/span&gt;, on the 24th of April, from 3 in the afternoon to 5 in the evening. The tickets are starting at $10, and the dress code for this event is strictly semi-formal.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that they'll do great this year, they have been practicing for a month now, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S9MHoIajlYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-mlUycLHrEs/s400/Photo+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463719158965572994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The nights we felt alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-496047717886824301?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/496047717886824301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/detailed-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/496047717886824301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/496047717886824301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/detailed-reflection.html' title='The Detailed Reflection'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S9MHoIajlYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-mlUycLHrEs/s72-c/Photo+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6796750607853439341</id><published>2010-04-19T19:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:07:34.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Threw Your Hands Up</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no idea on what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly time stops, and you realise that everything around you has changed. It's sad and hard to believe that some of the people you used to see almost everyday are no longer, here with us.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, many tend to appreciate the departed more than the living. In fact, people tend to just speak about the good will and intentions of the person, never the bad. After all, the past is often more appreciated than the future or present.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we take the living for granted because there's the assumption that the person will always be there. Well, I guess that life has to go on and that we should be grateful for those who are still with us. Onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I was inspired to write new material. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I too, realised that I have not been into writing songs for ages already. I was quite happy and satisfied with my last piece, which was also my 8th, titled &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-give-in.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It raked in positive critical reviews from many, and some said that it was my best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;What will we be expecting this time? Definitely, there will be a 9th. But this time around, I promise something extraordinary. Something deeper. Something, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;. So, just stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe what you said to me, last night when we were alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6796750607853439341?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6796750607853439341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-threw-your-hands-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6796750607853439341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6796750607853439341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-threw-your-hands-up.html' title='You Threw Your Hands Up'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-824900652520906590</id><published>2010-04-17T12:52:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:06:11.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Competitions'/><title type='text'>Below An Eight</title><content type='html'>Our school didn't do really well in MSSS this year, especially for the team event, &lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/02/msss-team-event-day-4.html"&gt;compared to the last&lt;/a&gt;. Even though we managed to secure a spot in the semi-finals and returned home as second runner-ups, we were actually quite disappointed with the results.&lt;br /&gt;This year, our school sent 2 teams to compete in the Boys Under-15 category, and it's good to know that the main team took the second placing. Which means we were just right behind them. Last year, our school sent only one team to compete in the same category, and we got second. Too bad our team got split up this year. After a year of hiatus in the squash scene, I dropped 4 spots from the second seed of the first team last year, to the first seed of the second team this year. But the only great thing is that we managed to thrash many along the way and it feels really good, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;It was also a wonderful reunion. I had the opportunity to meet and catch up with a few of my friends which I haven't seen in years! Maybe it wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S8qOxSuwoHI/AAAAAAAAACo/A3A9lyxJyPo/s400/Untitled-1+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461334475632844914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Interact Club of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Bintang Boys School&lt;/span&gt; hosted their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding Day&lt;/span&gt; today, and believe me. They have improved, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you've heard of their &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/04/iubb-international-understanding-bukit.html"&gt;'Kia Ora New Zealand'&lt;/a&gt; last year. Well, their theme this year was  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Brazilian Fusion'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and they pulled it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Basically, the event was about the Brazilian Culture, a culture of a very diverse nature. An ethnic and cultural mixing occurred in the colonial period between Native Americans, Portuguese and Africans which formed the bulk of Brazilian Culture! Their opening act, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira"&gt;Capoeira&lt;/a&gt; dance, was definitely stunning and exhilarating to watch. Way to go on this one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ICBB&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sign off, I would like to wish &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; a fabulous, fifteenth birthday. Your best years are still ahead of you. After all, you're still young, and glamorous. All in all, have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smAshing&lt;/span&gt; great time. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S8qSFlHlG2I/AAAAAAAAACw/xSA5g9Q6XAI/s400/16848_107635189248189_100000051265017_207833_3863930_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461338122701052770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch me take the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-824900652520906590?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/824900652520906590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/below-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/824900652520906590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/824900652520906590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/below-eight.html' title='Below An Eight'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S8qOxSuwoHI/AAAAAAAAACo/A3A9lyxJyPo/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3674392245637200321</id><published>2010-04-15T18:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:31:54.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Lady GaGa  Alejandro</title><content type='html'>I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't be with you like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got both hands in her pocket,&lt;br /&gt;and she wont look at you, won't look you at you&lt;br /&gt;She hides true love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en su bolsillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a halo around her finger, around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;Hot like Mexico, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;At this point I gotta choose, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke one cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop please, just let me go&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not broken&lt;br /&gt;She's just a baby&lt;br /&gt;But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad,&lt;br /&gt;and all those flames that burned before him&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gonna firefight, gonna fool the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;Hot like Mexico, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;At this point I gotta choose, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke one cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother me, don't bother me, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, bye Fernando&lt;br /&gt;I'm not you're babe, I'm not you're babe, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not you're babe, I'm not you're babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke one cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;I'm not you're babe, I'm not you're babe, Fernando&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just smoke one cigarette and hush&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name, don't call my name, Roberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 493px; height: 499px;" src="http://gagadaily.com/gallery/albums/photoshoots/monster/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3674392245637200321?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3674392245637200321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-of-alejandro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3674392245637200321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3674392245637200321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-of-alejandro.html' title='Lady GaGa  Alejandro'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3510642915854516269</id><published>2010-04-12T16:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:06:47.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>A Taste Of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Salaam Namaste. Last Saturday, our school's Interact Club held its annual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding day&lt;/span&gt;. The theme for the event this year was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'A Taste Of India'&lt;/span&gt;, and it turned out to be a huge success, although the audio system wasn't working that well. Everything was happening so fast. Surprisingly, the sketch received positive reviews from the crowd. Guess I was just being paranoid after all. The event kicked off with an epic Indian dance performance by the Board Of Directors and a few other Interactors.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just prefer &lt;a href="http://gabrieltheguy.blogspot.com/2009/03/iu-day-international-understanding.html"&gt;last year's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Awakening Angels, Vanishing Demons'&lt;/span&gt;. This year's one just wasn't, up to standard.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I was happy, not because they didn't dump the security job to me this time, but it was the people who played their roles and with that, it can only lead to one feeling. Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S8Lckwm34RI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vwnj41mUOlE/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459168222407811346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suetteng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suet Teng&lt;/a&gt;. Still can't believe I wore a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't stop staring in those evil eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3510642915854516269?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3510642915854516269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/taste-of-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3510642915854516269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3510642915854516269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/taste-of-india.html' title='A Taste Of India'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S8Lckwm34RI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vwnj41mUOlE/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2435335775939782079</id><published>2010-04-09T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:05:32.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocating Under These Flashing Lights</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling sick, again. I wish I could just keep on going, but sometimes you just have to stop. I haven't been posting as much as I used to, either. There was an entry scheduled for Wednesday, actually, but I just couldn't find the time to finish it up. I was both tired and frustrated at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a phenomenal month, although it had just only begun. Of course, there were times when I felt on top of the world, but there were too, times where I got low. For instance, I was really angry at how some people mistreated me, even though I just faked a smile and pretended that everything was alright. Luckily, I have a whole bunch of faithful friends whom I know, will guide me throughout this downcast and catch me when I fall. Well, thank you. At times like this, I really appreciate all the help and support I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I underwent a lot of drama throughout this entire week, and I'm guessing the same for the next. There were even times when I felt like giving up on everything. After a year of hiatus in the squash scene, I am finally coming back to take part in a tournament. Plus, it's all happening next week.&lt;br /&gt;I never figured that I would touch that sport ever again. I was forced to withdraw from the training scheme last year, and I've dropped 4 spots since, which is saddening. Hopefully our team will make the cut and come out as winners again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When something falls out of place, I take my time and put it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2435335775939782079?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2435335775939782079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/suffocating-under-these-flashing-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2435335775939782079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2435335775939782079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/suffocating-under-these-flashing-lights.html' title='Suffocating Under These Flashing Lights'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6077724513425514707</id><published>2010-04-03T15:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:41:20.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear, The Future</title><content type='html'>The annual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding day&lt;/span&gt; for our school is finally back, once again, and it's bound to be better than ever. This year, the Interact Club is bringing you a phenomenal production, an awareness and a journey of learning, all about, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incredible India&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;For us, this is something so very meaningful. Being a Chinese dominated school, to come up with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Understanding day&lt;/span&gt; about India, a country with a total opposite culture, is as exciting as can get. Not only are we going to take you on a journey, creating an awareness about this Incredible Country, introducing you to every corner of its culture and allowing you into the hearts of the people, we're going to bring you closer, to every single Indian friend you have around you.&lt;br /&gt;The event will be held on the 10th of April, Saturday, from half past nine in the morning to 12.30 in the afternoon. There will be an entrance fee of $6 for non-Interactors.&lt;br /&gt;The dress code? A traditional Indian costume or anything appropriate with the event. I'll be taking part in the sketch this year. So come, with a body, mind and soul for a day full of music and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S7gzRuogUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/XcPz5qvMzX8/s400/indian-henna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456167328228069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy lately. I seem to be saying the same thing, every single time.&lt;br /&gt;But this time around, it has gotten far worse. My calendar is already filled with plans and activities for the month of April, although it has just only begun. I don't mind them at all, actually. But sometimes I just wonder, how the hell am I not dead yet? I mean, my schedule's insane. I don't even have the time to do the things I like. Luckily, half of them aren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I got &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-square-one.html"&gt;my wish&lt;/a&gt; after all. But here's my advice, be careful on what you desire for. Life is, after all, a box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's a green mob, I'm a green mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6077724513425514707?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6077724513425514707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/fear-suffocation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6077724513425514707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6077724513425514707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/04/fear-suffocation.html' title='Fear, The Future'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S7gzRuogUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/XcPz5qvMzX8/s72-c/indian-henna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1407240149544078762</id><published>2010-03-30T17:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:08:10.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><title type='text'>ICC Or Bust?</title><content type='html'>The annual ICC Concert this year was a blast. I really loved the graphics and admired their implementation of the lasers at the beginning of the show. The theme for the concert this year was &lt;a href="http://icc2010concert.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Frequency, The Future Is Listening'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Like I've written in one of my previous entries, this year, it's all about making a huge impact, that it reaches into the future. Music that amplifies and dances that pulses.&lt;br /&gt;However, I preferred &lt;a href="http://icc2009concert.blogspot.com/"&gt;last year's concert&lt;/a&gt; better. The performances were much more lively and original. Not to mention the brilliant hosts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry Golding&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8tv Quickie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly FM&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunnymadu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the emcees this year weren't that good. In fact, the entire event was unprofessional and not organized, compared to the last. The backstage crew must have been sleeping on their jobs. They had major technical problems, and my camera wasn't behaving either. Luckily, they still managed to pull it off at the end of the day and made it work. &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee &lt;/a&gt;seemed to have enjoyed it, a lot. Maybe because it was her first time there, but Deanna and I were shaking our heads in despair. &lt;a href="http://icc2009concert.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Epiphany&lt;/a&gt; was so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S7Rgp6vDBxI/AAAAAAAAACA/NEeI5cxl40g/s400/Photo+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455091321910003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for debating again yesterday afternoon. This time around, my role was to rebut the points given by the opponent team, and to identify the clashes. The subject was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This house believes that children in pubic schools are not learning enough about whales'&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask me, but whales were the hottest topic then. I was on the same team with &lt;a href="http://www.szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.jhjh007.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jerome&lt;/a&gt; again, as the government party, against the opposition party, Becca, &lt;a href="http://mytriviallife-aileen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen&lt;/a&gt; and Yi Jun. It was my first official debate, and we pulled it off! I was ecstatic. Looks like I'm having a great kick start over this thing. Can't wait for next week's deliberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There, you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1407240149544078762?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1407240149544078762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/icc-or-bust.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1407240149544078762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1407240149544078762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/icc-or-bust.html' title='ICC Or Bust?'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S7Rgp6vDBxI/AAAAAAAAACA/NEeI5cxl40g/s72-c/Photo+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-28258432996700633</id><published>2010-03-22T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:07:58.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debate'/><title type='text'>You Little Monster</title><content type='html'>So, the week-long break has finally come to an end. That was one hell of a week. It was a blast, I would say. It's sad how time flies by so quickly. But then again, it's also time for us to put on our poker faces and start getting serious for there's a major examination headed our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I have managed to fulfill and achieve most of my resolutions for the year, for the time being. For an instance, I told myself to give debating a try at the beginning of the year, and it turned out that I kind of like it. I just started today, actually. It was an enriching yet eye-opening experience for me, no joke. I find it quite amusing to watch these crazy people spend hours fighting over a topic. Speaking of the topic, the subject for the discussion today was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'This house believes that robots should be used in wars'&lt;/span&gt;. I was on the same team with Sze Teng, Jerome &amp;amp; Nicholas, opposing the epic topic. We gave a lot of points, which in the end, didn't relate to the main discussion. Although we didn't win, I had a great time throughout the whole session. Looking forward for next week's deliberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could I love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-28258432996700633?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/28258432996700633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-little-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/28258432996700633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/28258432996700633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-little-monster.html' title='You Little Monster'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3586571525508102141</id><published>2010-03-18T20:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:06:26.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Over The Top</title><content type='html'>I met up with Colin Jason the other day. For those of you who don't know, Colin and I were really close friends back in 2008, until he left for Beaconhouse Sri Inai. He looks completely different now. I couldn't even recognize him at first glance. He's about the same height as me now, and has a piercing on his left ear. Well, I suppose people change a lot after some time. Anyway, I hung out with some of his friends of the same age, who looked 4 years older than we were. We spent most of the time having fun in the arcade and cinema. Yes, it has been long since I last stepped into a cinema. We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy Jackson : The Lightning Thief&lt;/span&gt;, son of Poseidon. You could say that it's one of the best movies I've ever watched this year (maybe that's because I've only managed to watch like what, 5?).&lt;br /&gt;But no offence, this one ain't that bad. The graphics and special effects they used will keep your eyes locked to the screen throughout the whole movie. Thumbs up! It's too bad to know that the week-long break is coming to an end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/span&gt; was paused 2 weeks ago due to the first-term examinations, but is now back again. This time around, the intensity of the challenges have gotten stronger. With the new scoring system, it's going to be tougher than ever.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week #4&lt;/span&gt;, I was required to create an image using 3 pictures of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://demicentral.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=568"&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/a&gt;, employing the use of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Lighten'&lt;/span&gt; tool, and changing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturation &lt;/span&gt;of the finishing product. Plus, I was not allowed to cut the images given, in any way. With the final scoring of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;68/100&lt;/span&gt;, here is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S6RISTLaE8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ApdTIi5QOns/s400/Finishprod+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450560928248107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week #5&lt;/span&gt; was pretty rough, too. I was told to create a cover of a fashion magazine, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt;, promoting their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spring/Summer 2010&lt;/span&gt;. With the &lt;a href="http://ihwmedia.net/displayimage.php?album=494&amp;amp;pos=3"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt; given, I was required to change the colour of the image with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Selective Colour'&lt;/span&gt; option. Again, brushes are disallowed in this challenge. With a total scoring of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;69/100,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15/20&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Innovation &amp;amp; Design&lt;/span&gt;, this is it. Proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S6RMpjfFacI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ba8NZSUCQWY/s400/5+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450565725809109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For further details regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/span&gt;, please refer to &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html"&gt;Week 1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/blurring-line.html"&gt;Week 2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-dream.html"&gt;Week 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3586571525508102141?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3586571525508102141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/met-up-with-colin-jason-other-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3586571525508102141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3586571525508102141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/met-up-with-colin-jason-other-day.html' title='Over The Top'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S6RISTLaE8I/AAAAAAAAABw/ApdTIi5QOns/s72-c/Finishprod+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1937830613572105779</id><published>2010-03-16T10:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:08:08.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>She Likes It Rough</title><content type='html'>Went out with &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sugarbabeswhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/a&gt; to Sunway Pyramid just yesterday. It was certainly one of the better days of the month. The three of us started off the noon by playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;It was my second time playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straight_pool"&gt;straight pool&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm proud to say that I'm getting better at the game. I teamed up with Sean against Jaclyn. In the end, the both of us won and you could tell by the look of Jaclyn's face that she was pretty pissed. But anyway, everyone had a great time for we cracked up a lot of jokes on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S58LQb1qkKI/AAAAAAAAABg/O2Bk8pvMoXo/s400/Photo+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449086451120246946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;', an extension from the renowned casual dining café, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;, since Jaclyn recommended that place to us. We tried out the cakes and believe me, they taste just like heaven. They looked so rich and delicious that we even had to take up to 15 minutes to make up our minds. Here's a snapshot of one of the cakes for you to drool over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S58LROrRIMI/AAAAAAAAABo/ePkgzUb7fs0/s400/Photo+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449086464766845122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual ICC Concert is back, and it's bound to be better than ever! The theme for the concert this year is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Frequency, The Future Is Listening'&lt;/span&gt;. It's all about making a huge impact, that it reaches into the future. Music that amplifies and dances that pulses.&lt;br /&gt;The event will be held on the March of 27th, Saturday, from 10 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon. Currently, I've got 5 tickets to sell, and they're priced at $25 each. Believe me, it's concert not to be missed. Do let me know if you're interested in purchasing the tickets. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be anymore obvious, could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1937830613572105779?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1937830613572105779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-likes-it-rough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1937830613572105779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1937830613572105779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-likes-it-rough.html' title='She Likes It Rough'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S58LQb1qkKI/AAAAAAAAABg/O2Bk8pvMoXo/s72-c/Photo+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3180800698364800713</id><published>2010-03-15T10:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:08:41.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Videos'/><title type='text'>Let's Make A Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Hours right after the first-term examinations on Friday, I headed for a camp held by my church for the weekend. The camp was pretty awesome, I would say. I've never felt so alive. I reconnected and got to know my friends much better. It was an energetic yet meaningful camp. Through the many sessions we had together, we managed to strengthen our bonds emotionally and mentally. Guess it's a great kick start for the week-long school break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of waiting, the world premiere of Lady GaGa's music video for her new single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Telephone'&lt;/span&gt; featuring Beyoncé has happened, and it really is an epic masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;True enough, as mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-rings-away.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-rings-away.html"&gt;Six Rings Away&lt;/a&gt;, the mini movie was nearly 10 minutes long. The actual song launches at 2:50 and the first portion is sung into the payphone. When the beat starts the frames follow GaGa into the center aisle of the cells and dancing ensues until its bail out time.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who? Beyoncé, or as she is known in the video, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey B&lt;/span&gt;. Then the Kill Bill homage begins as they travel to a diner where Tyrese Gibbons and a restaurant full of people were poisoned to death through food poisoning. Well, the main inspiration for the song was GaGa's fear of suffocation. So, I guess that there is a relation after all, and for the rest of the music video, it was freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I enjoyed and had a great time watching it. If you haven't, you're missing big time. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S54Yv1mff7I/AAAAAAAAABY/0bauAL5MBOk/s400/gaga2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448819809286324146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S54YjWTPL8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZJ0yjNR-Z-w/s400/gagaaa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448819594725633986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you kill a cow, you've gotta make a burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3180800698364800713?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3180800698364800713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-make-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3180800698364800713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3180800698364800713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-make-sandwich.html' title='Let&apos;s Make A Sandwich'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S54Yv1mff7I/AAAAAAAAABY/0bauAL5MBOk/s72-c/gaga2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4023242642930064736</id><published>2010-03-09T18:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:41:05.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Six Rings Away</title><content type='html'>For a while, time seem to have stopped. Maybe not, but it is crawling at a snail's pace. I'm talking about the examinations. I'm starting to freak out. After all, there are just 3 more days to go, and after that, I would be able to savour my freedom however I like it to be. Do I sound like a prisoner who just got bailed out of jail to you? Let's hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Weep no more, my wrecked up friends, for aid is headed our way! What have you got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is almost over. Lady GaGa and Beyoncé's highly anticipated music video for the hit song, ‘Telephone’ will be premiered this Thursday, after delaying its release for a few months. I remember mentioning it in &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days-of-masks-vertigo-sticks.html"&gt;one of my posts&lt;/a&gt; last year. The word is that the video is nearly 10 minutes long. Well, I'm not so surprised because her music video for 'Paparazzi' was about 7 minutes long. The clip for 'Telephone' is said to pick up from &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;where the storyline of &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'Paparazzi' left off. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a promotional photo from the mini movie. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S5YvXIjaMJI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZXOus5zIv4s/s400/t5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446592873830690962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know just what I'm wanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4023242642930064736?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4023242642930064736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-rings-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4023242642930064736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4023242642930064736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-rings-away.html' title='Six Rings Away'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S5YvXIjaMJI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZXOus5zIv4s/s72-c/t5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6015401155000291517</id><published>2010-03-05T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:26:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Square One</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a week since I last wrote an entry. Actually, there was a post scheduled for last Tuesday, but things didn't work out and therefore, didn't make the cut. The reason?&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy throughout the entire week. Talk about battling an extremely tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the third month of the year, March. I realised that I didn't do much this year, compared to the last. 2009 was filled with events, concerts and gatherings. Eventually, things seemed to have died down during the past few months. In fact, I really miss the amazing life that I used to take for granted. Well, what can I say? Life has to go on. After all, I am too, having a great time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first-term examinations are just 3 days away, and for some, it has already begun. It seems to be killing me inside. I can't help but to stress over it. It's not going to be easy, that's for sure. For now, there's just one thing that I need, just one. Time. Sometimes, I just wish that I can stop the hands of the clock from ticking away. Guess that's just the risk everyone has to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your blueprint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6015401155000291517?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6015401155000291517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-square-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6015401155000291517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6015401155000291517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back To Square One'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8509197407366638078</id><published>2010-02-27T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:38:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing The Spotlight</title><content type='html'>Lately, I seem to be having endless plans and enjoying my life to the fullest. Well, it’s time to put a stop to that.&lt;br /&gt;The first-term examinations are just around the corner, and I’m pretty much sure that I’m not ready for it, yet. It seems almost shocking that everything is about to start so soon. There’s just something inside of me that I can’t think of. But I know all of that spells one word. Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s already too late for me. Only a spark of hope can save me now. Time really does fly, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the time, I realized that it has been 2 months since I moved to 3A2. What can I say about them? They aren’t that bad after all, though sometimes I feel like I just don’t fit in.&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel, happy. Even though they can be quite annoying at times, but heck, I ain’t complaining. After all, with friends like these, who needs enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8509197407366638078?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8509197407366638078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/stealing-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8509197407366638078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8509197407366638078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/stealing-spotlight.html' title='Stealing The Spotlight'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-326420449896753416</id><published>2010-02-23T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:16:14.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Just Give In</title><content type='html'>Fantastic news. I've finished composing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8th&lt;/span&gt; song a few days ago, and it's titled '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt;'. Yes, it has been ages since I last wrote a song. Basically, I was inspired by the many difficult challenges and situations that I face in life. Amusing, but I still prefer '&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html"&gt;Get Right&lt;/a&gt;' though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is. Ladies and gentlemen, it's showtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Begging me for mercy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you again, broke the vow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you ever see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that my heart is now shattered and sore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearing your words would just hurt me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at me with great despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you know that it isn't fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just the price you have to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been quite some time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since she last called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She mourned and wept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all the lies she'd told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But does she deserve another chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you know that she's bound to lie again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is going to end in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for you to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing else that needs to be said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for your fate just hangs by a thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of all your intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things aren't the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as they used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something is telling me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I can trust her no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's a menace in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no turning back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better make your right move,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's little at stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just the risk you have to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you handle it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get your last fix, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for you to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing else that needs to be said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for your fate just hangs by a thread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of all your intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop trying already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of all your intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's definitely not a Catch 22 situation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor a demeanor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've had enough of all your intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's definitely not a Catch 22 situation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nor a demeanor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings and comments would be much appreciated. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further details regarding the pieces that I've worked on in the past, please click on the song titles below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-22-situation.html"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-face.html"&gt;Plastic Face&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html"&gt;The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;・ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html"&gt;Get Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-captivate.html"&gt;Miss Captivate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-326420449896753416?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/326420449896753416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-give-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/326420449896753416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/326420449896753416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-give-in.html' title='Just Give In'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6865778576201349265</id><published>2010-02-20T11:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:58:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Dark</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been working on my 8th song, and it's set to be titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Enough'&lt;/span&gt;. I was supposed to collaborate with &lt;a href="http://zebraxyloster.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kaitlynn&lt;/a&gt; on this one, at first. Unfortunately, the deal was called off due to some unforeseen circumstances. Hopefully, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Enough'&lt;/span&gt; will turn out to be amazing and far better than the previous pieces I've composed earlier. Believe me, it does sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I've completed most of my homework for the week. It was a killer. For starters, I spent the whole Wednesday on my Mathematics homework itself. Well, thank God that I've gotten over all of that, for now.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for today. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My glass is empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6865778576201349265?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6865778576201349265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/dancing-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6865778576201349265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6865778576201349265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/dancing-in-dark.html' title='Dancing In The Dark'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5528392958894238752</id><published>2010-02-16T09:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:11:34.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><title type='text'>Living The Dream</title><content type='html'>How I miss those times when I wrote about something phenomenal and got an overwhelming support from others. How I miss those times when more than a hundred readers would flock to my blog daily. How I miss those times when my tagboard would be flooded by comments and questions, meant for me. Yes, those were some times. The entries I publish nowadays seem to be gradually getting duller. That explains why no one really reads them.&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame to say that the great response I had before seemed to have fell and deteriorated drastically within the past few months. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;After all, I'm still young and have a whole lot ahead of me. Why worry over such a small matter? Even so, do check out this site every now and then. That's my message to all. It wouldn't bite or hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week #3&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/span&gt; is about to come to an end, and I've already completed on my task for the week. This time around, I was required to design a 1024px by 768px wallpaper of &lt;a href="http://ashleensimpson.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=847"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/a&gt;, with the touch of a little bit of class and elegance, employing the use of at most 3 brushes and inputting the text, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming Back For More&lt;/span&gt;'. It was a tough challenge for me, but I still just can't believe that I've dealt with it. &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; said that it's one of my best so far, and it all brings to one feeling. Proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3oMX3u7JAI/AAAAAAAAABA/De8QuMW5Isk/s400/Week+%233,+Final+Product2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438673104240583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further details regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/span&gt;, please refer to &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're so full of honest lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5528392958894238752?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5528392958894238752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5528392958894238752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5528392958894238752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/living-dream.html' title='Living The Dream'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3oMX3u7JAI/AAAAAAAAABA/De8QuMW5Isk/s72-c/Week+%233,+Final+Product2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8004220822460194249</id><published>2010-02-12T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:11:56.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash That Party</title><content type='html'>I saw Amanda Yek in school today. She wore a pair of sweatpants, matched with a T-Shirt. I was amazed when she appeared by the door, not because she isn't supposed to look for me at that timing. I already knew that she was going to come the night before.&lt;br /&gt;I expected Jasmine, actually. She had to return some documents back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amanda and I have not met with each other in ages, but at least we've managed to catch up with each other over the phone for a couple of times. She looks so different. Her hair seems to be longer than usual and is using contacts now. Mun Shin almost mistaken her as my sister.&lt;br /&gt;That's odd. The both of them don't even lookalike, at all. Amanda's currently studying in a school named 'Sirius Scholar'. It just sounds so, wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For those whom don't know, the both of us were in the same class last year and were, too involved in the Inter-Class English Drama Competition, The Phantom Of The Opera. Sadly, she drew out during the last minute due to certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;We were really close to each other in the past year, and hopefully, will continue to stay in touch in the future. Boy, I wonder if she has gotten over her ex yet, after all these years? Bah, I'm keeping my lips sealed, for now. Here's a photograph we've took earlier. Great 'ol times, great 'ol times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3U7cMz4mfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BkowNPqaCtM/s400/Picture+958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437317480780962290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, we looked so retarded then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Due to my busy and tight schedule, I plan to sign off until next week. Have a great and meaningful weekend, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You look too good enough to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8004220822460194249?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8004220822460194249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/crash-that-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8004220822460194249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8004220822460194249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/crash-that-party.html' title='Crash That Party'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3U7cMz4mfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BkowNPqaCtM/s72-c/Picture+958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6025525637670742557</id><published>2010-02-10T14:53:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:00:06.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><title type='text'>Blurring The Line</title><content type='html'>Seems like I've been away for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;Today was definitely one of the better days of 2010. I'm in a good mood now, and I can't seem to figure out why. Well, the first-term examinations are just a month away, and it is bound to wipe the smile off my face. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have great news. The results for new intakes for the Arts &amp;amp; Graphics department of the school's Editorial Board are finally out, and I made it! &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; did too. I heard that there were only 5 students who managed to get through this time. I am totally and completely on cloud nine. It's like a dream come true. But then again, I'm just a probationer. There's nothing to get excited about, for more are expected to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of such, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week #2 &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ashlgabr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; came to an end just yesterday. I was required to create six &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100px by 100px&lt;/span&gt; icons of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cory Monteith&lt;/span&gt;, employing the use of a different image for the background and inputting necessary textures. It was my first ever set of icons made, and I'm really proud of this one. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3JifIhFA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zeMsaoYdoCI/s400/Cory+Monteith,+Final.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436515987191301058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; It took me quite some time to think up of this one. For further details regarding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Ashlgabr'&lt;/span&gt;, please refer to &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Happy I Could Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6025525637670742557?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6025525637670742557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/blurring-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6025525637670742557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6025525637670742557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/blurring-line.html' title='Blurring The Line'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S3JifIhFA8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/zeMsaoYdoCI/s72-c/Cory+Monteith,+Final.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7878891822208157423</id><published>2010-02-06T17:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:09:28.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Making A Scene</title><content type='html'>I was huffing and puffing as I ran up a steep hillock. It was the 2010 Cross Country event held by our school. All of the students were required to run, depending on their respective categories. I followed the 8 km trail and took the 82nd placing. Was I disappointed? Hell yes, but at least I managed to run within the time limit and had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizes were distributed to everyone who completed a top 30 finish. &lt;a href="http://pure-enjoy-rookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tat Shing&lt;/a&gt; was the champion for our category. I heard that the runner up was just a few minutes behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livinthelifegurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohi&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, took the second placing for her category. She was merely only a few metres behind the champion, who fainted right after crossing the finish line. Pity. In fact, there were quite a number of runners who passed out due to exhaustion and the exceptional heat. Luckily, there were standby medical services who rushed to their aid in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the Yellow House took third for this event, followed by the Red House, second. Totally unbelievable. They outdid themselves on this one. But at the end of the day, everyone was a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7878891822208157423?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7878891822208157423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7878891822208157423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7878891822208157423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-scene.html' title='Making A Scene'/><author><name>Gabriel Alexander Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520147591895502535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/S2gMN-n0sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0CoqHWNMRUE/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4168429321910300095</id><published>2010-01-31T13:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:16:08.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Asked For It</title><content type='html'>Had a hard time trying to sleep last night. I only managed to wander off to sleep at around 4 in the morning. Pain in the ass. There seem to be a lot running through my mind lately, which I can't speak of. With any luck, I pray that things will turn out to be fine and hopefully, these downcast will end within a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's someone's birthday today, and I'm sure that many people know that too.&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic fifteenth, &lt;a href="http://sugarbabeswhee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/a&gt;! Although I don't really know you that much, but the littlest and darndest things you've said to me in the past had sometimes, made my day. Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to tell you that I really appreciate the things you've done, and hope to get to know you better. Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Make Room For Three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4168429321910300095?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4168429321910300095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-asked-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4168429321910300095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4168429321910300095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-asked-for-it.html' title='She Asked For It'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6088361673879615723</id><published>2010-01-30T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:07:36.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Over The Top</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should pay a trip to the movies tonight. There seem to be a lot of good movies coming soon. Look at '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clash Of The Titans&lt;/span&gt;', for an instance. Starring Sam Worthington, our Jake Sully from Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S2PNon7m4SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2X38lY4T1pY/s400/clash-of-the-titans-2010-20091211065924947_640w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432411673336406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The ultimate struggle for power pits men against kings, and kings against gods. But the war between the gods themselves could destroy the world. Born of a god but raised as a man, Perseus is helpless to save his family from Hades, vengeful god of the underworld. With nothing left to lose, Perseus volunteers to lead a dangerous mission to defeat Hades before he can seize power from Zeus and unleash hell on earth. Leading a daring band of warriors, Perseus sets off on a perilous journey deep into forbidden worlds. Battling unholy demons and fearsome beasts, he will only survive if he can accept his power as a god, defy his fate and create his own destiny.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't actually believe in Greek mythology, but the plot itself makes it sound almost promising. Seriously can't wait for this one. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6CJenNMsb4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Click here to watch the trailer&lt;/a&gt;. It is set to be released on the 1st of April. Stay tuned, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn up the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6088361673879615723?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6088361673879615723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6088361673879615723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6088361673879615723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-top.html' title='Over The Top'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S2PNon7m4SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2X38lY4T1pY/s72-c/clash-of-the-titans-2010-20091211065924947_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-981884541968872020</id><published>2010-01-27T18:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:42:36.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><title type='text'>Taking Five?</title><content type='html'>How I hate Wednesdays. They seem to be one of the busiest days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; and I started a project called 'The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashlgabr&lt;/span&gt;'. It was a pretty random name we came up with. The project is such that every week, we would give each other projects to do on Photoshop, with just a few rules and given materials, to improve on our graphic designing skills.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was told to design a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;500px by 350px&lt;/span&gt; banner, employing the use of at least 2 brushes, and inputting necessary textures with the colour orange. Well, it was my first banner ever-made, and I'm really proud on this one. So, feast your eyes. You can &lt;a href="http://www.rupert-grint.us/gallery3/displayimage.php?album=random&amp;amp;cat=93&amp;amp;pos=-16271"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to preview the original image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S2AkBWY3kbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4e7So2KbkCE/s400/Banner.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431380756217172402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously can't believe that I'm still sick. I'm recovering at a pretty slow rate, and I feel very exhausted at times. Let's see what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;I played volleyball for the very first time in my life. Sort of. One of the advanced players instructed me to practice a drill. The drill requires only one player, a ball, and a wall. I was required to angle the shot and hit the ball against the wall, allowing it to bounce back to me,  repeatedly. This volleyball drill is said to be great because you can do it all by yourself, but I can't seem to be able to master it though. Guess that there's a first time for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-981884541968872020?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/981884541968872020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/981884541968872020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/981884541968872020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-bother-me.html' title='Taking Five?'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S2AkBWY3kbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4e7So2KbkCE/s72-c/Banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3739339608563461358</id><published>2010-01-24T14:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:10:10.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverage Reviews'/><title type='text'>We Walk The Line</title><content type='html'>Since I can't think of anything else to write about, why not blog about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must-have&lt;/span&gt; at Starbucks? I've always wanted to write a review about &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks' Green Tea Frappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;, but never had a chance to do so. I’m not usually a fan of Starbucks Coffee, but this one is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, my sister always got herself a Green Tea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frappuccino&lt;/span&gt; whenever she visited Starbucks. I was a little curious, so I decided to try it out myself. I fell in love with it the moment I took the first sip. It really did impress me, and it made it to the top of my list just that instant.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t misinterpret the ‘green tea’ in its name to assume that it’s a bitter drink, however. It tastes nothing like the actual green tea. Overall, I highly recommend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks' Green Tea Frappuccino&lt;/span&gt; to coffee drinkers and even those people who don’t like hot coffee, like me.&lt;br /&gt;It actually seems kind of funny that I'm writing about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Starbucks &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frappuccinos&lt;/span&gt;, even though I'm feeling unwell now, but this one is seriously, a delicious treat.  Way to go on this one, Starbucks! You get my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2779212924_a5990f42b0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3739339608563461358?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3739339608563461358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-walk-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3739339608563461358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3739339608563461358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-walk-line.html' title='We Walk The Line'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3171/2779212924_a5990f42b0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3826909263207665906</id><published>2010-01-22T17:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:53:03.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Play</title><content type='html'>The Editorial Board held an entrance examination for the Arts &amp;amp; Graphics department today. We were told to create a magazine layout, with just one exception. We had to start everything from scratch, which means that there weren't any images provided. Not only that, we had to design everything within 15 minutes. Yes, 15 minutes. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made a sunburst with the help of the mosaic and gradient tool. You could try to picture the artwork in your mind, but it is not what it seems like. I hated it, and the time given was seriously not enough. I could do better, but it's too late for now. Currently, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and praying for the best that I'll get picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have been very busy throughout this whole week, and I'm starting to feel sick. I really hope that it's not the flu. Maybe I should just take a breather and skip school tomorrow. It's a Saturday, after all.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's bothering and halting my decisions is that I still have plenty of work to do tomorrow. For example, I have to give a presentation in front of the entire class tomorrow, and it will be in Mandarin, the language that I'm weakest at. The whole class will probably laugh at my weird accent. Imagine, the total humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of the countless assignments that awaits me tomorrow just makes me want to end everything. I have a strong feeling that I'm going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3826909263207665906?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3826909263207665906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/childs-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3826909263207665906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3826909263207665906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/childs-play.html' title='A Child&apos;s Play'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5084307234209971394</id><published>2010-01-19T16:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:08:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head Of The Pack</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. Our class' Physical Education teacher actually made us run 7 laps around the school field today. I was surprised that I made it without even stopping to catch my breath, even though I have halted my training for about a year ago. I was even more astonished that I actually found it fun and amusing. Well, it's good to know that everything's coming back. Hopefully I could sustain and conquer the increasing challenges that I'm about to face in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm beginning to get all worried about my studies. Unlike &lt;a href="http://szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; who is so eager to study, I think I've lost the enthusiasm to do so. It kind of scares me when others have already started making difficult decisions and accepting changes in their lives, whereas I'm so left behind, and I'm sure you know what that means. It's time to hit the books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I found out that &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;'s cousin is my god-brother. Awesome. It seems like everyone's related to each other, somehow. It's funny to hear that Ashlee got to know his presence just a few years ago. Guess that the world ain't a big place after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish I could just stick my middle finger to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5084307234209971394?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5084307234209971394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/head-of-pack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5084307234209971394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5084307234209971394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/head-of-pack.html' title='The Head Of The Pack'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7143440516455256424</id><published>2010-01-16T15:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:13:00.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the better days in 2010. This morning, our school's Interact Club organized a trip to Sushi King. We were briefed and instructed by the staff on how to make various kinds of sushi, using different types of ingredients and materials.  Could say that I've learnt quite a lot today. We were too, taught to speak some basic Japanese. But the best part, was eating the sushi after preparing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S1J2SbeXT_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/EqULwqy0H0o/s400/Sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427530559919706098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the project, I went to play pool with some of my seniors. It was my first time playing pool, and was delighted when I sank my very first three balls in my life! Besides, I think I have a sudden liking towards pool. Thanks for everything, you guys really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;', just recently. Although it didn't make it to the top of my list, the graphics and the special effects made the movie a fantastic one, and I'm sure everyone agrees on that. The plot revolves around &lt;span id="movie_synopsis_all" style="display: inline;"&gt;an ex-Marine who finds himself thrust into hostilities on an alien planet filled with exotic life forms. As an Avatar, a human mind in an alien body, he finds himself torn between two worlds, in a fight for his own survival and that of the indigenous people&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about kissing a 10 foot tall blue creature. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an anticipating movie and it really did surprised me. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7143440516455256424?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7143440516455256424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7143440516455256424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7143440516455256424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/S1J2SbeXT_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/EqULwqy0H0o/s72-c/Sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7764570693884333036</id><published>2010-01-13T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:13:22.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albums'/><title type='text'>No Second Day</title><content type='html'>I trimmed my hair by myself today, again. I know that it hasn't been that long since I had my last haircut. But heck, it's time to evolve with fashion, right? Why not try something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has been two weeks since the school lessons resumed. Things seem to be going pretty fine. I'm starting to adapt myself with the new environment. Maybe being in a whole different class isn't that bad as I expected after all. It's a good thing that people are starting to communicate with me, but there are some which have crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what? From now on, I'll try not to complain any further about my class. Guess it's just useless and makes the situation worse. Nobody's perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; sent me a song sung by her vocal coach named &lt;a href="http://mynameisliang.com/main.htm"&gt;Liang&lt;/a&gt;, just recently. Believe me, his songs are captivating. Apparently, Liang has swept more than 8 awards, in just one night! If you haven't gotten your hands on his latest album yet, I suggest that you should. It's titled 'RIGGA.DANG.&lt;em&gt;DIGGA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;DIGGA'&lt;/em&gt;. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7764570693884333036?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7764570693884333036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-second-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7764570693884333036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7764570693884333036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-second-day.html' title='No Second Day'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4009768313110986753</id><published>2010-01-11T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:25:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Compare Apples With Oranges</title><content type='html'>Had lunch together with &lt;a href="http://laughteristhebestdrug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.livinthelifegurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xkissmysass.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kaitlynn&lt;/a&gt;, Janani, &lt;a href="http://www.szetengg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sze Teng&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://eternaldespair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fook Jian&lt;/a&gt; in school this afternoon. It has been ages since we actually settled down and caught up with one another. It's hard for us to meet up now for we're all from different classes.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I haven't been seeing much of &lt;a href="http://ashleelim.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; lately. It seems almost strange that I never once did bump into Ashlee for the past week, although we reach school around the same time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking a lot about my career and future just recently. I too, realised that I'm a&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_of_all_trades,_master_of_none"&gt; jack of all trades and master of none&lt;/a&gt;. What I'm trying to say is that I can do plenty, but I'm not outstanding in any particular field. It sucks right? Well, that's the reality. Hopefully I don't end up jobless and unemployed. Maybe I should've improve on my graphic designing skills after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4009768313110986753?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4009768313110986753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-compare-apples-with-oranges.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4009768313110986753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4009768313110986753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-compare-apples-with-oranges.html' title='Never Compare Apples With Oranges'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8905784929767141839</id><published>2010-01-09T14:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:23:29.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled Me Again, Honest Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See the lonely girl, out on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't relate to joy, she tries to speak it&lt;br /&gt;Can't begin to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl fooled me again, she loves me all up&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so down today&lt;br /&gt;See the lonely girl, in Hollywood on the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hard day, harder nights&lt;br /&gt;The rockstar's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She lost a fight&lt;br /&gt;She sang it's alright baby, I'm nobody's mother&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want this last cigarette to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;With your honest, honest, honest eyes&lt;br /&gt;Again, fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;With your dirty mouth&lt;br /&gt;Full of honest lies&lt;br /&gt;Again, when you fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;You're so honest&lt;br /&gt;Full of shineless eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two days, since she left on&lt;br /&gt;She dried her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Picked up her microphone&lt;br /&gt;She sang, its alright baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm nobody's mother&lt;br /&gt;Just don't want this last cigarette to be over, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;With your honest, honest, honest eyes&lt;br /&gt;Again, fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;With your dirty mouth&lt;br /&gt;Full of dirty lies&lt;br /&gt;Again, when you fooled me again&lt;br /&gt;You're so honest&lt;br /&gt;Full of shineless eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8905784929767141839?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8905784929767141839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/fooled-me-again-honest-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8905784929767141839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8905784929767141839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/fooled-me-again-honest-eyes.html' title='Fooled Me Again, Honest Eyes'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2717776845758782166</id><published>2010-01-06T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:41:01.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters In Disguise</title><content type='html'>This has been a very busy week for me. The teachers give countless assignments and it takes me quite some time to successfully complete them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first few days of school weren't that bad either, I would say. I've been placed into a different class this year and there are a lot of new faces. It's a completely new situation for me. Somehow, I just feel so, dumb. What could I say? It's a class filled with smart-ass people. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have made quite some new friends which seem to be really nice to me, but I'm having a really hard time remembering their names, though. We'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm sitting next to a guy named &lt;a href="http://justin-emoworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justin&lt;/a&gt;. He's intelligent all right, but he could be quite immature at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been skipping a lot of lessons lately. That's because I've been out rehearsing for the school's 'Opening Year Mass', which will be held in the school hall this Friday. It's estimated that more than 1,000 students will be attending this service. I was assigned to play the piano at first, but someone replaced me in the end. For now, my role is to play the tambourine. It sounds kind of freaky when you're the only back beat for the group. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping to not screw anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to basics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2717776845758782166?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2717776845758782166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/monsters-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2717776845758782166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2717776845758782166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/monsters-in-disguise.html' title='Monsters In Disguise'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6144183619395646445</id><published>2010-01-03T19:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:37:51.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enthusiasm Gap</title><content type='html'>I seriously can't believe that I'm actually all excited about heading back to school tomorrow. Maybe that's because the boring and nauseating holidays will finally come to an end, but I'm really looking forward towards the new school year. This year, I plan to start off my day by waking up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be sitting for my major examination in just a matter of a few months' time. It's time to hit the books, again. But then again, there's no escape from studying. Guess that life isn't full of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I have had a new haircut just recently? Yes, I wanted to try something new, but instead I had a haircut which I didn't really like. I don't think it looks good on me either. Wonder what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Dying to know what it looks like? Well that, you have to wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that &lt;a href="http://www.herecomesthesunshinex3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elora&lt;/a&gt; had a bad haircut too. Good, at least we'll have a good laugh at each other's haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your punchline just a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6144183619395646445?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6144183619395646445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/enthusiasm-gap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6144183619395646445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6144183619395646445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/enthusiasm-gap.html' title='The Enthusiasm Gap'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2579599951966019204</id><published>2010-01-01T15:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:14:13.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverage Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Start Of A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>The year 2009 has come to an end and is now gone. It's time to leave the past behind us and move on in life. I just realised that I didn't set any new year's resolutions for 2010. Let's just say that new year's resolutions usually fail. Maybe that's because things come up unexpectedly every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I celebrated the night of New Year's Eve with my neighbours. I downed a full bottle of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscat_%28grape_and_wine%29"&gt;Moscato&lt;/a&gt;. It's something like white wine, but it is nicer. Way nicer. I got really high and wanted more of it every single time. Well sadly, I didn't get drunk, but my entire face was in the shades of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School lessons will be resuming in just a matter of 3 days time. I can't wait to go back to school and see my peeps. I really miss them a lot. This year, the classes will be beginning in the morning. Guess I have to wake up earlier to start off my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The more I get, the more I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2579599951966019204?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2579599951966019204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-of-new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2579599951966019204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2579599951966019204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-of-new-chapter.html' title='The Start Of A New Chapter'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6340467475559835572</id><published>2009-12-29T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:14:34.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Nightmare?</title><content type='html'>Seems like I haven't been writing for quite some time now. I was away in Singapore. Yes, Singapore, for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I really shopped till I drop. At the end of the day, my feet would ache and I would be dead tired. But heck, I'm kind of satisfied with almost everything. The food was fantastic. I was more amazed at the street food, actually. They were delicious and cheap at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've left my heart in Singapore. I snapped tons of photos throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas decorations along Orchard Road were to die for, but I still prefer the ones in Pavilion though. Here are some of the shots I've took, will upload the rest of them on my Facebook sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrNYIS6vDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l8jg5pRw1iA/s400/Photo+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870915921198130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrNXYmyb_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/bjkbF_lUnhA/s400/Photo+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870903119638514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrNW4wkXNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jAh8KqJxgCI/s400/Photo+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870894570724562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrNWivZxtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vFd77V1Em5Y/s400/Photo+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420870888660256466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrRC9GEW8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/NecnsA5NVZc/s400/Photo+156.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420874950183771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty breathtaking, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the fourth day of the trip, &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogin.g?blogspotURL=http%3A%2F%2Fabendinmylife.blogspot.com%2F"&gt;Bei-Zhen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Amanda Yek sent me a text, saying that I've been placed into 3A2 for the next school year. Well, everyone has been telling me that, actually. Do I believe in them?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they're trying to pull my leg, it sounds kind of crazy, but I'm going to head to school tomorrow to find out. I need to see to believe. Am I happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;When I received those messages, I jumped for joy and couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. So, I guess that it's a good thing. For now, I'm really curious on who're going to be my classmates next year, biting my tongue and keeping my fingers crossed, hopefully things will turn out pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving You Is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_Pie_%28album%29"&gt;Cherry Pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6340467475559835572?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6340467475559835572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6340467475559835572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6340467475559835572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-nightmare.html' title='A Beautiful Nightmare?'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzrNYIS6vDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/l8jg5pRw1iA/s72-c/Photo+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3646748069775431489</id><published>2009-12-24T12:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:27:52.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>I'm A Book, Half Unread</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Time_Low"&gt;All Time Low&lt;/a&gt;'s first ever music video, 'Weightless', which they released a few months ago, just recently from their album titled, 'Nothing Personal'. Surprisingly, the video was hilarious. I had to watch it a few times just to take everything in. Guess I am starting to like All Time Low. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpG3BxRctQ4"&gt;Click here to watch it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzLq0-ZdOwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gR5z7bGIipw/s400/Atl.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651497503996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzLq1HW6lhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qRiRH4KCdoY/s400/Atl2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651499909256722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really worth watching. But I still prefer 'Lost In Stereo' though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I have nothing to do right now, I might as well complete the tag compiled by &lt;a href="http://xstarscollide.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;. Seems like I have been tagged a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where's is the next place you will travel to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, that'll be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex that you talked to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emelyne, my neighbour which just stays a few blocks down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever consider moving to another state to be with the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you have strange dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very. I dream about things that I think least during the day. Weird, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What was the last movie you saw in theaters, and with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was 'Love Happens' with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your underwear and socks folded in your drawer or just thrown in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends. I throw them when I'm busy or running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would I find if I looked under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes of books and old papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Something that happened today that made you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be a very happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you usually talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends, actually. There are certain things that you can talk to certain people and there are certain things which you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it bother you to be around people who are smoking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. I have this thing against the scent of lighted cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer blue eyes or green on the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you found out you were pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how the hell would I get pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you talk to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, only when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is any leftover delivery food currently residing in your refrigerator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My sister had some pizza with her friend yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you want to be proposed to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is the last person you texted single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. She's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does the 8th text in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, that was a fat lot of help. I'm not psychic.' It was from Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone of the opposite sex been on your mind lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee's dad. Strange huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One World Hotel. I was there to attend my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish someone was here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of when you hear the word 'meow'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horny cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you felt lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. Haven't been lonely for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had to get married right now, who would you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car. That was probably last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you talk to the person you like everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I haven't seen the person in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you tell the most to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;a href="http://guerillagoblersjamboreejugglers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arvind&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://xkissmysass.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kaitlynn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you single? If so, do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been staying single for quite a while now, and I guess I'm going to be for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sign off until after Christmas. Will be on vacation for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3646748069775431489?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3646748069775431489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-book-half-unread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3646748069775431489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3646748069775431489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-book-half-unread.html' title='I&apos;m A Book, Half Unread'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SzLq0-ZdOwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gR5z7bGIipw/s72-c/Atl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8369636122904405286</id><published>2009-12-22T12:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:45:00.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>The Drought Is Finally Over</title><content type='html'>3 more days to Christmas. Seriously can't believe that everything is happening so soon. For today, I'm going to fill up this entry with a tag by Kaitlynn. So let's begin, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you satisfied with your appearance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I wouldn't go for a plastic surgery either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thing you wash in the shower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What colour is your favorite hoodie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple one I bought from Hong Kong last year, with a unique cutting at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like coffee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How are you feeling RIGHT now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full. Just had more than 2 portions of pasta for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the first letter of your crush’s name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a secret I'll never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me about the last dream you remember having. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one where I had to kill a assassin that was about to take my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could you eat your favourite food everyday for a month and not get sick of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I would be sick of it on the first week itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What are you craving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for your love, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick them, but there are times when I get too impatient and sink my teeth into 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you use smileys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to. A lot of them. But one day I was so annoyed by it that I decided to cut the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever met a celebrity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At The Disco! Their concert was some awesome shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the last song you had stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Vegas' by All Time Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you go sky diving? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you go out to eat with yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Probably Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are your 3 best friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a best friend, but I have tons of good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ever did something you are not supposed to in the airplane toilet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are discarding and flushing toilet papers into the toilet bowl considered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a Dejavu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely for now, but I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite sports team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; How long did you go without showering? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ever walked into a glass door? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was young, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next person you’ll hold hands with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loved ones, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with the TV/PC on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. My mother'll kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever drank alcohol straight from the bottle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you’re old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of the dark? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your passion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion? I don't even think I have one. Maybe songwriting and art, I suppose? But it's been ages since I last drew a portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever kissed in an elevator? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone want to do that? You might even get electrocuted, that's if you get unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8369636122904405286?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8369636122904405286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/drought-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8369636122904405286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8369636122904405286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/drought-is-finally-over.html' title='The Drought Is Finally Over'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6217332736957327042</id><published>2009-12-19T10:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:40:52.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>You're Part Of The List</title><content type='html'>Y'know what? I'm going to screw my previous entry. Seriously. The idea of it is completely dumb. Wonder what was I thinking? If you have got no clue on what I'm talking about, please refer to my &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-we-all-know-christmas-will-be.html"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent the whole day at KLCC yesterday. I didn't manage to shop for a lot of things actually. If it weren't for the size, it was the price, or the wrong colour. But there were too, quite some good buys.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Christmas decorations weren't too bad either. Here are some of the snapshots I took. Check 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SyxNUezD3SI/AAAAAAAAAgU/wqRAgzgFSRQ/s400/Photo+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416789466079812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SyxNVBrATLI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3HFh_aNoL8M/s400/Photo+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416789475441265842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school year will be beginning in just a matter of 2 weeks' time. Can't believe the year is coming to an end. Well, this year has been an eye-opening one. Maybe 2009 wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full of Shineless Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6217332736957327042?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6217332736957327042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-part-of-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6217332736957327042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6217332736957327042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-part-of-list.html' title='You&apos;re Part Of The List'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SyxNUezD3SI/AAAAAAAAAgU/wqRAgzgFSRQ/s72-c/Photo+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3405154407636672409</id><published>2009-12-17T09:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:41:14.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><title type='text'>Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas</title><content type='html'>As we all know, Christmas will be beginning on next Friday. It's time to herald in the mood of the season. Therefore, I have decided to spice things up a little.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I'll progressively add more details, which are related to the season, as the 25th of December arrives. The project is due to start today.&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned people, for this blog is going to go under a huge maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this entry seems so short. I'm going to post an interview that I'd conducted with &lt;a href="http://xkissmysass.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kaitlynn&lt;/a&gt;, something like the one I did with &lt;a href="http://xstarscollide.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell me, Kaitlynn, what have you been up to during this festive season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not much, to be honest. Went out with my friends for a couple of times. I mostly spent the holidays by myself,' she laughed. 'Though from tomorrow onwards, my family, including my cousins, are going to start celebrating Christmas for about 10 days, so that I'm really looking forward to.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's move on to the next question. Tell me, what do you want for this Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's a hard one. To be shallow, I'd want new clothes. Not just any random blouse, but stuff I don't have yet. I wouldn't mind a laptop of my own too. Mainly, I just want to spend some time with all my cousins.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's good. So, how are you going to celebrate Christmas with your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're staying RIGHT here. My family gatherings work this way. We'll spend it in different places every year. For instance, last year we did Penang &amp;amp; Malacca. So this year we're spending it in KL.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think your friends are up to now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Li Wen is in Melbourne. Sheagan is in Egypt. Ashlee went for a camp but I think she should be back by now. I'm sure everyone has somewhere else to go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever believed in Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not really. No. Not since young. Probably 'cause I started watching sitcoms which involve parents lying about Santa. So, I've always known that it was a terrible lie.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for the day. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3405154407636672409?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3405154407636672409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-we-all-know-christmas-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3405154407636672409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3405154407636672409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-we-all-know-christmas-will-be.html' title='Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-739344134036916032</id><published>2009-12-14T15:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:41:35.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>When Life Gives Lemons, Make Lemonade</title><content type='html'>Been wondering why haven't I been updating my blog for quite some time now? Then let me tell you this, my computer crashed, again.&lt;br /&gt;So, you must be guessing that I hadn't got anything to do at that period of time, right? Well, you're so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the week out of the house. Also, I met up with &lt;a href="http://www.livinthelifegurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joohi&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Denise. Denise transferred to another school a year ago and I hadn't met with her since then. She still looks the same to me. Just so you know, we were classmates last year, and she helped me through the ups and downs in life last year. She would make my day whenever I was down, and put a smile on my face when I thought the world had already ended for me. Thanks for the memories, Denise. Those were really quite some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SyYHehxhoQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MXqPMyn1k5I/s400/Photo+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415023823003164930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I've watched a lot of movies lately. Let me start off with '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninja Assassin&lt;/span&gt;'. Surprisingly, the plot of the movie was interesting and I never ever did keep my eyes of the screen. It's just that some scenes were a bit too far-fetched, especially whenever the main character tries to kill somebody, lots of blood will spill out of the victim uncontrollably like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water fountain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, everything was very well done. The movie's worth a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Saturday, I watched '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P2&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Happens&lt;/span&gt;' &amp;amp; '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;'. Let me warn you, the movie, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;' is for the fainthearted, could say that it's one of the most terrifying films that I've ever watched in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves around a loan officer, named Christine Brown, who tries to impress her boss by refusing to extend a loan to a gypsy woman by the name of Ganush. In retaliation, Ganush places a curse on Christine which, if not passed on to someone else within three days, will plunge her into the depths of Hell to burn for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;This one really gave me the shock out of my life, though it doesn't really have all the elements of a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;However, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P2&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Happens&lt;/span&gt;' were the total opposite from both of the movies that I've mentioned above. They ended exactly how I expected them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that the new school year will be beginning in just less than a month's time. It also marks the end of a long year.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be happening real fast. Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends at school a lot. I wonder how are they doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kitschen.com/"&gt;Kitschen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-739344134036916032?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/739344134036916032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-life-gives-lemons-make-lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/739344134036916032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/739344134036916032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-life-gives-lemons-make-lemonade.html' title='When Life Gives Lemons, Make Lemonade'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SyYHehxhoQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/MXqPMyn1k5I/s72-c/Photo+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8468490867776934013</id><published>2009-12-09T15:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:41:53.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>You Captivate Me</title><content type='html'>Like I have promised in my previous entry, I am going to post up my 7th song today. It's titled 'Miss Captivate'. This song is mainly about the girl of my dreams. It took me quite some time to finish this song.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is. So just sit back, and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Captivate &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the day you appeared in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I knew that things wouldn't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a price that I had to pay,&lt;br /&gt;for you always said that you liked my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my eyes on you girl.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's go to the party,&lt;br /&gt;and be that girl you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Let's get loose on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile gives me a fever,&lt;br /&gt;your tears give me a flu,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you know that's true.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't like the other girls that I know,&lt;br /&gt;for I'm so captivated by you.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Miss Captivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You captivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am down,&lt;br /&gt;you would put a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;and make my bloodstream race.&lt;br /&gt;For you mean the whole world to me,&lt;br /&gt;and you will always be.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alluring hearts with your bubblegum smile,&lt;br /&gt;standing tall with a humble profile.&lt;br /&gt;So captivated by you.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can pull me up on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile gives me a fever,&lt;br /&gt;your tears give me a flu,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you know that's true.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't like the other girls that I know,&lt;br /&gt;for I'm so captivated by you.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Miss Captivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You captivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out and about,&lt;br /&gt;and crash that party together.&lt;br /&gt;So, eat your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;For you have what it takes to turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You captivate me, girl.&lt;br /&gt;My Miss Captivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile gives me a fever,&lt;br /&gt;your tears give me a flu,&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you know that's true.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't like the other girls that I know,&lt;br /&gt;for I'm so captivated by you.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Miss Captivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You captivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you guys think of this one? Please do rate and comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further details regarding the pieces that I've worked on in the past, please click on the song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-22-situation.html"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-face.html"&gt;Plastic Face&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html"&gt;The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;・ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html"&gt;Get Right&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8468490867776934013?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8468490867776934013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-captivate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8468490867776934013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8468490867776934013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-captivate.html' title='You Captivate Me'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7737083012634425341</id><published>2009-12-06T22:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:16:00.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>You Will Always Be, My One &amp; Only</title><content type='html'>It's this time of the year again where the malls are decorated for Christmas to herald in the mood of the season among shoppers. This year, the accouterments are better than ever, simply fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day at 'Pavilion' and shopped till I dropped. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I was so exhausted that I slumped onto the couch the moment I entered my home. I didn't purchase a lot for most of the items were kind of pricey though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I couldn't help myself but to snap photos of the Christmas decorations at 'Pavilion'. Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sxx1bYqvQzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MCLk4z1mlV8/s400/Photo+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329965531120434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sxx1alYC0XI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/er0FiWU7biE/s400/Photo+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329951762502002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sxx1aJrlSYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QDV_8NdNx0Y/s400/Photo+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329944328259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sxx1a0asOjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lxMIKXgh9Ks/s400/Photo+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329955800136242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're fantastic. Love them. It drizzled right after that and we had to go indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened although it has been just a few days. Let's see, I couldn't get much sleep for my neighbour upstairs has been running this massive renovation all day for about a month now, and my year-end vacation to South Korea has been canceled. I was very enthusiastic and looking forward to the trip at first. Guess that things aren't really going my way after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've finished writing my 7th song last night. It's titled 'Miss Captivate'. Mainly it's about the girl of my dreams. Unfortunately, I will not be posting it up in this entry, but I will be publishing it in my next post. So, stay tuned people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7737083012634425341?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7737083012634425341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-this-time-of-year-again-where-malls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7737083012634425341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7737083012634425341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-this-time-of-year-again-where-malls.html' title='You Will Always Be, My One &amp; Only'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sxx1bYqvQzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MCLk4z1mlV8/s72-c/Photo+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4075182697890673998</id><published>2009-12-02T18:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:42:46.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Your Words Can't Bring Us Down</title><content type='html'>My entries seem to be getting shorter and shorter every time I try to update. Therefore, I'm going to make this post a long one. Let me tell you how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays seemed to be getting duller and duller as the days slowly crept by. I felt like I was going to rot at home sooner or later. I really had to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went for an outing with &lt;a href="http://eternaldespair.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fook Jian&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://xstarscollide.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We really had a hard time planning this gathering. The people that we wanted to invite were all either busy or not free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were supposed to meet at the MPH bookstore by 12 in the afternoon. Unfortunately, Fook Jian was delayed due to some purposes and Ashlee didn't have any transportation until half past one. So, I walked around the mall by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was roaming around, I heard loud blaring music and saw a crowd standing in front of a department store. I made my way through the crowd of people and I realised that it was just a fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;People were busy snapping photographs away with their cameras. Too bad I didn't bring mine along, the models really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;hot. By the way, the name of the outlet was 'Jockeys'. It was their first ever retail outlet and they sell sports and swimwear.&lt;br /&gt;The fashion show ended 15 minutes later and the crowd pushed their way into the store.&lt;br /&gt;Since I had quite some time on my hands, I went to the cinema's ticketing counter and bought 3 tickets for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. It was already half past 12 at that time, and the movie was going to start at about more than an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received a text from Ashlee, saying that she could only reach there at after 3 in the afternoon due to some reasons. I was kind of disappointed actually and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met Fook Jian at the MPH bookstore. The both of us went to a restaurant nearby to have our lunch. For the first time in my life, I ordered Mojito for the drinks. My dad told me once that the particular drink contains alcohol, but heck. It tasted something like mint, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the cinema after that and by the time we reached there, the movie had already begun.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, New Moon was interesting. At least it was better than the last one. It ended exactly how I expected it to be. Maybe that's because I've read the book before.&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of scenes which weren't published in the book but were yet acted out by the cast.&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee came to join us after all in the middle of the movie. I don't feel bad for her because she watched it before last week with Kaitlynn anyway. When the movie ended, we went for ice-cream at Baskin Robins. I ordered a regular cup of 'Pralines 'N' Cream' and boy, does it taste good! We caught up with each other and cracked up a few jokes while eating.&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, Fook Jian wanted to play pool with us, whereas I wanted to go for a bowl. But surprisingly we played Foosball. Y'know, table football?&lt;br /&gt;Took some photographs together. Check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SxZwpz3_cPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ux0vLYCnuFA/s400/15850_1271167053004_1044705040_834354_3253398_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410635865934229746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Ashlee looks like she really could eat up the whole table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SxZwqQw-dCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-eRsuypOfd0/s400/15850_1271167573017_1044705040_834364_7339053_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410635873689433122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us look damned retarded in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave 15 minutes after that. Well, thanks for your time guys, I'm going to miss you all. I'm signing off now, good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success requires a lot of practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4075182697890673998?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4075182697890673998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-words-cant-bring-us-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4075182697890673998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4075182697890673998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-words-cant-bring-us-down.html' title='Your Words Can&apos;t Bring Us Down'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SxZwpz3_cPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ux0vLYCnuFA/s72-c/15850_1271167053004_1044705040_834354_3253398_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7289771268923928603</id><published>2009-11-29T20:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:16:26.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>A Switchblade Attitude Perhaps?</title><content type='html'>Spent the entire weekend with my god-brothers in Cameron Highlands. It has been over 10 years since I last set foot in that place.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the heavenly scones and the breathtaking scenery, everything was a total bore. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I didn't had any fun, it's just that I expected more from Cameron Highlands. We had to spend most of the time indoors for it poured every single day. My camera didn't help much either, it ran out of battery on the first day of the trip itself. Luckily, I managed to snap quite a number of shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SxM7fC2ZBuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wsq5PsrwQEw/s400/Photo+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409732981929084642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a view of the tea plantation. Looks very serene, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking forward to meeting up with Denise together with some other friends. It has been a year since we last met. I wonder how she's doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snakebite heart with a bubblegum smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7289771268923928603?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7289771268923928603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/switchblade-attitude-perhaps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7289771268923928603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7289771268923928603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/switchblade-attitude-perhaps.html' title='A Switchblade Attitude Perhaps?'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SxM7fC2ZBuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wsq5PsrwQEw/s72-c/Photo+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-907735940522961182</id><published>2009-11-26T17:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:45:34.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interviews'/><title type='text'>You Make My Life Bright Because You Shine</title><content type='html'>It was a quarter to six at that time and I could feel the burning sun baking my skin through the open window. There I was, sitting at my computer desk, trying to think of something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, updating is very important in blogging. I sat around, cracking my head for quite some time, but nothing came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of a sudden, a thought struck me. Why not try something that you've never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I interviewed &lt;a href="http://xstarscollide.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt;. You must be thinking that it must be the craziest idea ever, but hell, I had nothing to lose. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell me, Ashlee, where is your favourite hangout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have no idea,' she laughed. 'I'd be anywhere! Does my bedroom count? It's probably the only place I feel safest in, hanging out by myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was there ever an embarrassing moment in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course. Nothing I'd remember and beat myself up for it though. Usually I just laugh about it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you won the lottery for a million dollars, what will be first thing you would spend on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A new guitar&lt;/span&gt;. Scratch that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two new guitars&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not one to spend much though. I'd probably get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; expensive thing and not buy anything else for months. I'm selfish with money, you know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Adorable. Or, a pain in the ass. It also works if you combine the two. Kids will always be kids.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's move on to the next question, which one do you prefer, flats or heels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Flats. Flats. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLATS&lt;/span&gt;. Enough said.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man, you're fierce! Next, what do you enjoy doing the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Singing, graphic designing, playing the guitar and coaching. Loves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What ticks you off the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Slow cars. A lot of things, really.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of music do you listen to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rock. Alternative. Pop. Country. Anything really. Not a big fan of R&amp;amp;B, Hip-Hop and Rap though, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for Eminem and Flobots. They are the shiz! Also, I'm a big fan of non-mainstream music.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could ask anymore questions, she had to leave for she was in a hurry. Well, it seems like the interview didn't last that long as expected after all. At least I'm glad that the short interview occupied my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sign off until Sunday evening. Have some private affairs that I need to attend to. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-907735940522961182?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/907735940522961182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-my-life-bright-because-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/907735940522961182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/907735940522961182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-make-my-life-bright-because-you.html' title='You Make My Life Bright Because You Shine'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4355143607679272921</id><published>2009-11-24T11:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:18:02.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albums'/><title type='text'>Those Days Of Masks &amp; Vertigo Sticks</title><content type='html'>For after 3 years, this blog has finally reached its 300th post.&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of entries. I would like to thank all my readers out there for the continuous support throughout all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded Lady GaGa's second studio album, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fame_Monster"&gt;The Fame Monster&lt;/a&gt;, which was just released yesterday. Why can I say about her? Though some of her songs are kind of dark, most of them are catchy and quite meaningful, especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Bad Romance' &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Telephone'&lt;/span&gt;. The verses are sung in a rapid-fire way, accompanied by powerful vocals.&lt;br /&gt;The album deals with the darker side of fame, and is expressed through a monster metaphor. Well, I don't care how outrageous her dressings are, but she's a talented singer and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDxLUXrqb4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/afm6vauP7As/s400/Lady_Gaga-The_Fame_Monster%5B5%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493348458811780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, have I ever mentioned that she's going to perform the first-ever pop electro opera? Wonder how will it sound like. All in all, this album is really worth listening. You should try it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music-in-words.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicholas C&lt;/a&gt; will be officially fourteen today. May the years continue to be good to you. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SwzBAAEImKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mJmB9_CKmjA/s400/15859_187957142566_745112566_2848994_1058528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407909458326624418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still loving the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4355143607679272921?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4355143607679272921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days-of-masks-vertigo-sticks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4355143607679272921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4355143607679272921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days-of-masks-vertigo-sticks.html' title='Those Days Of Masks &amp; Vertigo Sticks'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI-o6OSo-uk/TDxLUXrqb4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/afm6vauP7As/s72-c/Lady_Gaga-The_Fame_Monster%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4133836945385901478</id><published>2009-11-22T10:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:45:20.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>This Is A Fast Life, We Are On A Crash Course</title><content type='html'>Attended my cousin's wedding dinner at One World Hotel last night. They had been together for almost 12 years and finally tied the knot yesterday. That's a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time deciding on what to wear for the wedding dinner. Everyone was dressed to kill. Luckily, I had something in my wardrobe that suited me perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dinner was simply grand. Dining in a five star hotel was truly an eye opener and a memorable experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Swk1KoY75JI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B3Te2ENPbWw/s400/Photo+000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406911284391961746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this shot while I was in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just finished submitting the report on yesterday's event in time. One Tree Hill will be airing in just a matter of few minutes. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luck &amp;amp; Intuition Play The Cards With Spades To Start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4133836945385901478?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4133836945385901478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-fast-life-we-are-on-crash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4133836945385901478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4133836945385901478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-fast-life-we-are-on-crash.html' title='This Is A Fast Life, We Are On A Crash Course'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Swk1KoY75JI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B3Te2ENPbWw/s72-c/Photo+000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-4191066864829680217</id><published>2009-11-21T14:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:44:48.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Save Your  Breath</title><content type='html'>Today, our school's Interact Club set out on a quest to help the unfortunate and the needy. This project is called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interact's Big Give&lt;/span&gt;. The Interactors were randomly picked and placed into groups of seven people.&lt;br /&gt;The project is more or less like the famous reality television show, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah%27s_Big_Give"&gt;Oprah's Big Give&lt;/a&gt;. However, the biggest difference is no one gets to appear on the big screen nor gets eliminated. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;A representative in each group is supposed to record and snap pictures throughout the whole journey as proof.&lt;br /&gt;We were given a sum of money to buy food supplies &amp;amp; some other daily necessities, and were told to search for poor people which needed help badly.&lt;br /&gt;At first, our group, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel's Angels&lt;/span&gt;, drove around a poor town which was developing for almost an hour, to lookout for poor people. But it turns out that they didn't really needed our help. So we felt kind of frustrated and tried to think of a new location.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we visited an orphanage not far from that area and entertained some of the kids. After that, we roamed around and found the house of a retired, old lady whom does recycling to earn a living. We felt pity on her and gave her the rest of the supplies, though we had a hard time trying to communicate with her in Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SweOv4A3fiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v_rRNbFWQmc/s400/Photo+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406446830822587938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today's trip, I was deeply touched and realised how fortunate I was. It was indeed a wonderful and memorable experience for me, volunteering to do community services.&lt;br /&gt;Have to submit a full report regarding this morning's trip and attach the recordings. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-4191066864829680217?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/4191066864829680217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-your-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4191066864829680217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/4191066864829680217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-your-breath.html' title='Save Your  Breath'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SweOv4A3fiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v_rRNbFWQmc/s72-c/Photo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2999671048746999131</id><published>2009-11-19T16:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:45:54.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Epiphany</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the movies with my sister. Seems like I've been to the cinemas every single day. Since we ran out of choices, we bought the tickets for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The Box'&lt;/span&gt; instead. Bad move.&lt;br /&gt;The movie totally sucked. I watched it and I haven't the slightest idea what it's about. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 456px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/04/07/the-box-poster-diaz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot revolves around a 'down on their luck' couple, Norma &amp;amp; Arthur Lewis, whom are given a box containing a button, as well as an offer for the couple.&lt;br /&gt;All they have to do is push the button, and they will receive a million dollars in cash, tax-free. The only catch is that someone, somewhere in the world that they do not know, will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I don't understand is somehow, the babysitter they hired has something to do with everything. I didn't get the entire scene when Arthur Lewis had to pick one of three paths which was the way to eternity. He picked one alright, but why the heck did he appear back in his house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this movie doesn't make any sense. Can't be bothered about the rest of the plot anymore. According to the Wikipedia, films are given a grade, with A being the highest possible and F being the lowest.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'The Box'&lt;/span&gt; received an F.&lt;br /&gt;So don't watch it, or you'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2999671048746999131?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2999671048746999131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2999671048746999131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2999671048746999131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/epiphany.html' title='The Epiphany'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8891596559342404451</id><published>2009-11-17T17:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:46:29.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>You Fooled Me Once But You Can’t Have That Ego Turning</title><content type='html'>Went to the movies with &lt;a href="http://crackingsounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zech&lt;/a&gt; just now. We kind of failed our movie marathon mission.&lt;br /&gt;The both of us managed to watch only 2 movies. One of them is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fourth Kind&lt;/span&gt;'. This alien abduction flick bills itself as containing 'actual footage' from case histories.&lt;br /&gt;Although this movie has an extremely terrifying premise, but it seemed kind of obvious that the whole movie is nothing but a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SwNvWKjaGhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Z_B3HAC9SnM/s400/tfk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405286404355398162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline begins when hundreds of people get missing from Nome, a small town in Alaska since the 1960s. These missing people cases have never been solved.&lt;br /&gt;But then a psychiatrist named Abigail Tyler starts investigating a rash of sleep disorders in Nome, and discovers that her patients are all having the same visions of white owls, which interrupt their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;So, she hypnotizes her patients to find out more about this 'owl'.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they were reduced to abject terror and started going crazy. There was this patient who started screaming in ancient Sumerian when she got into a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not going to continue spoiling the rest of the story for those who haven't watched it yet. All I can say that it's worth watching. Way better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;, at least. Still prefer&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2012&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8891596559342404451?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8891596559342404451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-fooled-me-once-but-you-cant-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8891596559342404451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8891596559342404451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-fooled-me-once-but-you-cant-have.html' title='You Fooled Me Once But You Can’t Have That Ego Turning'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SwNvWKjaGhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Z_B3HAC9SnM/s72-c/tfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2737101437793112784</id><published>2009-11-16T19:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:02:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello To Goodbye</title><content type='html'>One year has come and gone. It's this time of the year again where we bid farewell to our fellow schoolmates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Like what I have mentioned in my previous post, this has been an eye-opening year for me. Maybe 2009 wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackjack&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mafia_%28party_game%29"&gt;Mafia&lt;/a&gt; with some of my friends. Could say that I've lost quite a sum of money today. Well, at least I'm getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sean taught me some of the rules for Texas Hold 'Em and Poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janani will be migrating to New Zealand early next year. It seems like we've met just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the great old times that we spent together. Especially the time when she wanted to drench me with water on my birthday but failed to do so because she rammed into my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SwFgvb3oyGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/F0FUcszL0yw/s400/Jnn.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404707395872540770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be dearly missed, Janani. Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's the martini girl, so live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2737101437793112784?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2737101437793112784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-hello-to-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2737101437793112784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2737101437793112784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/say-hello-to-goodbye.html' title='Say Hello To Goodbye'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SwFgvb3oyGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/F0FUcszL0yw/s72-c/Jnn.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6032489697432976683</id><published>2009-11-13T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:43:29.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Play'/><title type='text'>A Shock With The Truth</title><content type='html'>The results for the Form 2 Inter-Class English Drama Competition were revealed today. Our class took third place. Although I'm not that satisfied with the outcome, but I am really grateful that we were the second runner-up.&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you all f&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;or the tremendous support and consolations towards our class. We really appreciate them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sv1fm9Ds14I/AAAAAAAAAYI/U11A7wFvAPw/s400/Picture+1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403580250744215426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes will be ending in less than a week's time. Which means, there will be a heartbreaking split up coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;My class this year, 2B1, was certainly one of the better classes in my life. It showed me eye-opening events and experiences that I've never seen before. For my class, I've learnt a lot and became a better person. Thanks for the memories, 2B1. You will be cherished, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For a minute, all the world can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6032489697432976683?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6032489697432976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/shock-with-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6032489697432976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6032489697432976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/shock-with-truth.html' title='A Shock With The Truth'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Sv1fm9Ds14I/AAAAAAAAAYI/U11A7wFvAPw/s72-c/Picture+1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-27599841614462510</id><published>2009-11-11T20:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:43:17.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Play'/><title type='text'>Give Me Your Drama</title><content type='html'>After putting lots of effort and practicing extremely hard for about half a year already, the drama competition has finally come to an end. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;The results wouldn't be announced until this Friday. Gosh, I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;We performed and gave our best on stage today. Hopefully we'll be able to make it into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that we really enjoyed ourselves throughout the whole process. Thank you to all of those who supported us. We really appreciate it, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think we should just relax, keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Lady GaGa's latest music video, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt;, which was released on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;It looks kind of freaky, but I love the way they touch up on the graphics. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACm9yECwSso&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Click here to watch it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Svq89dLpIeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fzhc1m85qoY/s400/BadR.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402838466975834594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SvrCSogO3QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9L6KCX6Yj3o/s400/BadR.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402844328350375170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Planning to skip school tomorrow. To all my fellow actors and actresses, break a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-27599841614462510?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/27599841614462510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-your-drama_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/27599841614462510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/27599841614462510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-your-drama_11.html' title='Give Me Your Drama'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Svq89dLpIeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fzhc1m85qoY/s72-c/BadR.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3503462853216099380</id><published>2009-11-08T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:43:45.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Play'/><title type='text'>You're Coming With Those Corny Lines</title><content type='html'>Living life from a new perspective isn't really that hard after all. It's just that there are a handful of people whom refuse to open up.&lt;br /&gt;But all of a sudden, I feel calm and enthusiastic. I'm quite satisfied with whatever I have in life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been attending tons of drama rehearsals lately for long hours.&lt;br /&gt;From my point of view, I think we'll still be able to pull this off, at the rate we're going.&lt;br /&gt;During times like this, we couldn't afford to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all of our hard work will pay off and be able to make it into the finals, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for school early in the morning tomorrow for another rehearsal with the other teams. Like what they say, practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SvbK-kQ9_TI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a_cKOFuaK7g/s400/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727979313036594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3503462853216099380?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3503462853216099380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-comin-with-those-corny-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3503462853216099380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3503462853216099380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-comin-with-those-corny-lines.html' title='You&apos;re Coming With Those Corny Lines'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SvbK-kQ9_TI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a_cKOFuaK7g/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2505112295696441628</id><published>2009-11-05T07:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:36:15.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Could Be The End</title><content type='html'>Lots of conflicts and misunderstandings have aroused just recently.&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected ugly truths were revealed and people begin to reveal their true, inner colours.&lt;br /&gt;Enemies refuse to see and open up to new situations. What's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a drama series, anything can just happen.&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I have trustworthy friends whom give good advices and can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all your help and support towards me throughout these years. I really appreciate it, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's time for me to reflect at all the wrong turns that I've made and learn from them. To live life from a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;It's the third time I've been telling myself to start a fresh, new beginning this year.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we'll be able to break these sorrowful chains and end this miserable days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about the lie you keep telling yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2505112295696441628?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2505112295696441628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-could-be-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2505112295696441628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2505112295696441628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-could-be-end.html' title='This Could Be The End'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1925942523100237185</id><published>2009-11-02T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:13:51.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco  New Perspective</title><content type='html'>I feel the salty waves come in&lt;br /&gt;I feel them crash against my skin&lt;br /&gt;And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win&lt;br /&gt;There's a haze above my TV&lt;br /&gt;That changes everything I see&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if I continue watching&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose the traits that worry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we fast-forward to go down on me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop there and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;And who cares divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time&lt;br /&gt;We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines&lt;br /&gt;But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we fast-forward to go down on me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop there and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;And who cares divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;(Getting out of here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to the point, I need to show&lt;br /&gt;How much I can come and go&lt;br /&gt;Other plans fell through&lt;br /&gt;And put a heavy load on you&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no more that need be said&lt;br /&gt;When I'm inching through your bed&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around instead and watch me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop there and let me correct it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a life from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;You come along because I love your face&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admire your expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;And who cares divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be praised from a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;But leaving now would be a good idea&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, just let me perfect it&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause seeing clear would be a bad idea&lt;br /&gt;Now catch me up on getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;So catch me up I'm getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1925942523100237185?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1925942523100237185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/panic-at-disco-new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1925942523100237185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1925942523100237185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/11/panic-at-disco-new-perspective.html' title='Panic! At The Disco  New Perspective'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-6369401924146311627</id><published>2009-10-31T13:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:19:31.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>This Ferris Wheel's Got Me Crazy</title><content type='html'>Our school's Interact Club held their first ever aerobics session this morning, titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move It&lt;/span&gt;. It is something like martial arts and dance, meld into one.&lt;br /&gt;We aerobicised to some blasting music with catchy beats for hours. It was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;The instructor was filled with energy and didn't seem to get tired at all until the session ended.&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a demonstration on cardio pulmonary resuscitation, also known as CPR in short, by our school's Red Cross Society.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself throughout the session today, although it was kind of lame.&lt;br /&gt;They had Jack-O-Lanterns as decorations too. Brought one back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="height: 271px; width: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SuxEFzSnvvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5Ilv_SakKEE/s400/Halloween.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398764919768727282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-6369401924146311627?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/6369401924146311627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-ferris-wheels-got-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6369401924146311627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/6369401924146311627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-ferris-wheels-got-me-crazy.html' title='This Ferris Wheel&apos;s Got Me Crazy'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SuxEFzSnvvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5Ilv_SakKEE/s72-c/Halloween.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-1157191104990525508</id><published>2009-10-28T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:04:43.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For A Substance To Drown In</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in a really bad mood, but it's gotten a considerable amount better.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I got into a fight with one of my good friends,&lt;br /&gt;my calculator had been stolen, and the results of my Accounting exams sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought up of a card game and tried it out with some of my classmates today.&lt;br /&gt;Could say that it's something like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slapjack"&gt;Slapjack&lt;/a&gt;, but in this game, we gamble.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jing En introduced us a card game which didn't seem to make any sense at first, but laughed our heads off towards the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to think of it, my day wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my day a better one, pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The past is always there to haunt the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-1157191104990525508?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/1157191104990525508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-for-substance-to-drown-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1157191104990525508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/1157191104990525508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-for-substance-to-drown-in.html' title='Looking For A Substance To Drown In'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-9204877213804789082</id><published>2009-10-25T20:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:47:53.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>We're Going No Where Fast</title><content type='html'>Recently, I was out of town to attend my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding went smooth. It was an amazing experience, having a Chinese wedding in a fancy restaurant. Chatted and met up with some of my cousins and relatives which I haven't seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the drama competition is back.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much time left, so we have to buck up and start working around the clock.&lt;br /&gt;Just edited and reprinted the script. I really hope that the directors will make the right choices for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder how did the party go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-9204877213804789082?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/9204877213804789082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-going-no-where-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/9204877213804789082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/9204877213804789082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-going-no-where-fast.html' title='We&apos;re Going No Where Fast'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5369331762574012934</id><published>2009-10-23T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:47:42.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>It's Time To Get Right</title><content type='html'>Finished writing a new song yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This one is titled, 'Get Right'. I was inspired by the lack of enthusiasm in the directors for the class play. Little did I know that they were just kidding. Too bad I completed it before then.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get Right&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've been given the green light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for us to get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's definitely not a Catch 22 situation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor a discrimination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time, we're given a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there is a lot that needs to be enhanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But are we making the right move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is it all just a misdemeanour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why so dramatic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need to be frantic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provided if we get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, shine with all your might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and soar like there's no tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's much to be gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success requires a lot of practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But isn't this reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the risk that everyone has to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piercing hearts with an act none could compare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;requires a lot of sacrifices that needs to be spared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're currently getting nowhere at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there is no enthusiasm anymore, nor any hope left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we can't just give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, it's time to get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why so dramatic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need to be frantic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provided if we get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, shine with all your might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and soar like there's no tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's much to be gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've got to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else could possibly go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get out and about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you hear that shouting in your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, eat your heart out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's no need to doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why so dramatic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need to be frantic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provided if we get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, shine with all your might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and soar like there's no tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's much to be gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do rate and comment. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further details regarding the pieces that I've worked on in the past, please click on the song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-22-situation.html"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-face.html"&gt;Plastic Face&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html"&gt;The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ・ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5369331762574012934?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5369331762574012934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5369331762574012934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5369331762574012934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-get-right.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Get Right'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3155405730081598554</id><published>2009-10-21T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:43:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Not Well</title><content type='html'>I'm in a bad mood. But it has gotten a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I screwed up in my Accounting exams today, and I've gotten back some results which I'm not that satisfied with.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everyone seems to be gloomy today.&lt;br /&gt;There was a mixture of anger, sadness, dissatisfaction and frustration in my class.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I'm looking forward to is the class play. Nah, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Our director looks like he has given up all his hope on the competition.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this downcast will end in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caught In A Bad Romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3155405730081598554?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3155405730081598554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/alls-not-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3155405730081598554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3155405730081598554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/alls-not-well.html' title='All&apos;s Not Well'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5140380238465739365</id><published>2009-10-19T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:58:45.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Risk That Everyone Has To Take</title><content type='html'>Madam Doreen, my form teacher for the year 2008, passed away this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked when I was told that she was gone, just this evening.&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the greatest teachers that I've ever had in my life, and died of abdominal cancer. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like we've met just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the times when we had class together and the exact expression on her face when some of the students drove her up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She would describe our class as 'specimens', but I know that she was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;Tears seem to be welling in my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that all of us will die eventually, some day.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be missed, my dear teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll be able to meet again some day, in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Now fades the last long streak of snow,&lt;br /&gt;Now burgeons every maze of quick&lt;br /&gt;About the flowering squares, and thick&lt;br /&gt;By ashen roots the violets blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest In Peace, Madam Doreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5140380238465739365?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5140380238465739365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-risk-that-everyone-has-to-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5140380238465739365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5140380238465739365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-risk-that-everyone-has-to-take.html' title='It&apos;s A Risk That Everyone Has To Take'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-2905571028604936577</id><published>2009-10-17T20:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:50:56.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Reviews'/><title type='text'>Looks Can Be Deceiving</title><content type='html'>Met up and went to catch a movie with Jing En this afternoon. I was so bored that I couldn't stand another minute at home.&lt;br /&gt;Jing En took the wrong bus back. He reached home at about 7 in the evening. That's 2 hours after we bid our farewells!&lt;br /&gt;So much for a perfect day, Jing En!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies? We watched Surrogates.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really quite like the show though. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other ordinary movies I've watched. It lacked of innovation.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Sorority Row at first. But we were kind of late for we spent quite some time on lunch.&lt;br /&gt;On the scale of 1 to 10, I would rate this movie a 6/10.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the movie that I'm going to watch this Monday will be a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstarscollide.livejournal.com/"&gt;Ashlee&lt;/a&gt; was inspired by my idea and she made me cover guy on her magazine too! Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Stm-ftTs3OI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kR1bLOOOS7E/s400/Elvis+Lives+%28Issue+%231%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393551480700329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elvis Lives? Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really loved the effects she used on this one. Especially the font and the textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess those were the current updates in life. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pop Electro Opera, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-2905571028604936577?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/2905571028604936577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/looks-can-be-deceiving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2905571028604936577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/2905571028604936577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/looks-can-be-deceiving.html' title='Looks Can Be Deceiving'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/Stm-ftTs3OI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kR1bLOOOS7E/s72-c/Elvis+Lives+%28Issue+%231%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-642601777404962403</id><published>2009-10-15T09:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:50:06.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Designing'/><title type='text'>This Is My Haus</title><content type='html'>The exams are finally over for the rest of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Have lots of plans packed up for the week. Hopefully everything will go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole week studying. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new hobby, which is making magazine covers!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's the cover girl for my first issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/StZ751VJJlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-4T5zc72tEE/s400/Colossal.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392633837321266770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlee Lim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, this hobby might sound quite weird, but it's actually kind of fun and entertaining at the same time. Try it out yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pop Music Will Never Be Low Brow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-642601777404962403?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/642601777404962403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-my-haus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/642601777404962403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/642601777404962403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-my-haus.html' title='This Is My Haus'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/StZ751VJJlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-4T5zc72tEE/s72-c/Colossal.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8084274772938451082</id><published>2009-10-10T11:15:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:25:17.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While Everyone's Lost, The Battle Is Won</title><content type='html'>It feels like I haven't been blogging for ages!&lt;br /&gt;So, how are the holidays? Extremely dull I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole week studying. Nothing extraordinary happened. The humid weather didn't really help much either.&lt;br /&gt;The exams will be resuming on the 14th of October. Can't wait for the exams to end.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed hanging out with my friends like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's the risk that everyone has to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sign off until next Friday. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=" width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/StAJM5RrT2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Z8vqacD6uKQ/s400/DET.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390818871100526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a photo of Li Wen &amp;amp; Kenneth I took a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like posting up this photo for no reason all of a sudden. Maybe it's because it looks like a scene taken from a Filipino drama on television? Just feeling random, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8084274772938451082?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8084274772938451082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-everyones-lost-battle-is-won.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8084274772938451082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8084274772938451082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-everyones-lost-battle-is-won.html' title='While Everyone&apos;s Lost, The Battle Is Won'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/StAJM5RrT2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Z8vqacD6uKQ/s72-c/DET.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5039689030487157800</id><published>2009-10-05T19:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:50:32.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>The Promising Hope</title><content type='html'>Life's great! Things seem to be going my way after all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm accepting change, starting a whole new chapter in life.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt kinda bored in school today. Half of the class didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've written another song just to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;This is my 5th one to be precise. It's titled 'Shine'.&lt;br /&gt;Was inspired by the current situation in life, some of the pieces that I've written in the past, and of course, the burning sun!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shine&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although you have revealed your plastic face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you managed to break free from your chains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I know that one day the dark clouds would fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the sun will shine, for only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that devastation would be all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But did you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I never did let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I knew that one day things were going to be fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you would shine like no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have found a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sign which I could clearly define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's the day that I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, this is the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you, to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you, to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the promising hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which held us back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me, everything now is just as light as a feather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my conscience is clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the load has been lifted from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, spread those wings of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and soar like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have found a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A sign which I could clearly define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Today's the day that I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Finally, this is the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for you, to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the drastic storm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost everything can be clearly revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to get out and about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, eat your heart out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there's no need to doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have found a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A sign which I could clearly define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Today's the day that I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Finally, this is the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  for you, to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think of this piece?&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you rate and leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further details regarding the pieces that I've worked on in the past, please click on the song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashbacks.html"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-22-situation.html"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-face.html"&gt;Plastic Face&lt;/a&gt; ・ &lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html"&gt;The Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5039689030487157800?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5039689030487157800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5039689030487157800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5039689030487157800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/promising-hope.html' title='The Promising Hope'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8619548397559757871</id><published>2009-10-02T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:02:17.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albums'/><title type='text'>Outrageous October</title><content type='html'>September has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;It's now October. We'll be welcoming the year 2010 in just a matter of 2 months time!&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, it doesn't feel like a September, at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, September was an incredible month. A lot has happened although it has been just a month.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly truths were revealed and backstabbers unleashed their true, inner selves.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time to move on and leave the past behind us. But we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; have to learn from our mistakes and apply it into our daily lives so that we wouldn't repeat the same mistakes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel, one of my favourite German bands, are bound to release another album next week, titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humanoid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z4xdMdTQ5k/SsM4M9jOvOI/AAAAAAAAAng/QmDA7PXZdTY/s1600/humanoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 421px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z4xdMdTQ5k/SsM4M9jOvOI/AAAAAAAAAng/QmDA7PXZdTY/s1600/humanoid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the band's fourth studio album, after Scream, Room 483 &amp;amp; Schrei.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it to be released. One of their songs which were leaked out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darkside of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;, is awesome. Hopefully the rest will be as nice as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darkside of the Sun&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Hit Be Automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8619548397559757871?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8619548397559757871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/outrageous-october.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8619548397559757871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8619548397559757871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/10/outrageous-october.html' title='Outrageous October'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Z4xdMdTQ5k/SsM4M9jOvOI/AAAAAAAAAng/QmDA7PXZdTY/s72-c/humanoid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3458375581879157511</id><published>2009-09-28T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:11:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil's Excuse</title><content type='html'>My hatred and rage towards him has been getting greater lately. Some people just couldn't help but to ruin &amp;amp; make life difficult for others, whereas there are some who like to threaten and cause inconvenience to others.&lt;br /&gt;This is reality for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do believe that one day, justice will prevail and the darkness would descend.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm going to concentrate on my studies and hope that things will get better, some day.&lt;br /&gt;Have an exam to pull later in the afternoon. Best of luck to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or Shall I Just Sympathise The Devil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3458375581879157511?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3458375581879157511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/devils-excuse.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3458375581879157511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3458375581879157511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/devils-excuse.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Excuse'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-7685139107358993480</id><published>2009-09-23T23:21:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:44:37.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>I'm actually quite happy that I've finished studying quite a number of subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I have also some really tough subjects left that I need to cover.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Mandarin, Malay &amp;amp; Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe exams are just 5 days away. Guess I'd better buck up and do some hardcore studying. I'm starting to sound like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tons of tuition classes lately. Some of them even last up to 3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the finals to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://gabbbbriel-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/satisfaction.html"&gt;I've Got 99 Problems But A Bitch Ain't One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-7685139107358993480?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/7685139107358993480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-99-problems-but-bitch-aint-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7685139107358993480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/7685139107358993480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-99-problems-but-bitch-aint-one.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-5983641664402451177</id><published>2009-09-21T21:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:51:13.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole morning in the kitchen today making Lasagna for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It really ticked me off when the pasta sheets were stuck together. Had to peel them of one by one for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, glad that's over for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've finally finished writing another new song yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The song is titled, 'The Storm'. Was inspired by the recent stormy weathers.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sky is raging with bolts of lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see the rays of sunlight slowly fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder why life is so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It keeps making me feel that I'm tearing apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deafening thunders are roaring across the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but there's not a single raindrop in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's time to call it a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for I sense a storm coming our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dark clouds are coming up again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't you just adore the pleasant smell of rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see a storm brewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to wash away all these sufferings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and end these miserable days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm frantically looking for the answer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I know that there's a long way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I need is just some hope and time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for there is a lot that needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But fear not, there's no need to whine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for I know that after this drastic storm, it's going to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dark clouds are coming up again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't you just adore the pleasant smell of rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see a storm brewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to wash away all these sufferings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and end these miserable days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justice will prevail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the fallen will rise once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will reign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and soar like no other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been following and reading my previous posts for quite a while, this is my first time writing a song which is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think of this piece?&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you rate and leave a comment! Peace off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-5983641664402451177?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/5983641664402451177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5983641664402451177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/5983641664402451177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-982886232262180538</id><published>2009-09-21T11:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:51:38.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>I've finally found &amp;amp; downloaded some Photoshop Brushes which I have been searching for ages.&lt;br /&gt;It really does look good. I might even use them for my upcoming layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been studying a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's obvious because the finals are just a week away!&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that I've finished studying quite a number of subjects such as moral education &amp;amp; English literature.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on starting Maths &amp;amp; Science later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened throughout the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Went for shopping in Mid Valley but came home empty handed. Was looking for a pair of nice Vans but failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I haven't written a new song in ages. Don't have much inspiration lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only nice song which I've found in the Black Eyed Peas' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE E・N・D&lt;/span&gt; album where Fergie doesn't scream and shout like an idiotic brat is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Showdown&lt;/span&gt;'. Though some parts of the song are kind of irritating, the beats are catchy and nice to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess those were the current updates of my life now. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does The Pain Weigh Out The Pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-982886232262180538?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/982886232262180538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-pain-weigh-out-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/982886232262180538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/982886232262180538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-pain-weigh-out-pride.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-3420995407669121302</id><published>2009-09-19T10:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:53:44.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovation</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've changed the layout of my blog once again!&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this one. I was inspired by my school Interact Club's Installation Day in July, themed 'Red Alert'. Though I don't see any red in this layout other than the yellow cordons &amp;amp; fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think of this one?&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you rate &amp;amp; leave a comment in the comment section or in my tagboard, telling me whether this layout is better than the previous one or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-3420995407669121302?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/3420995407669121302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/innovation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3420995407669121302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/3420995407669121302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/innovation.html' title='Innovation'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46049500031628679.post-8149840656081736333</id><published>2009-09-17T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:58:05.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Of Green</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it's like the fifth time it's been raining today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just adore the smell of the rain?&lt;br /&gt;It's this time of the year that everyone feels moody and gloomy inside.&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not for Sze Teng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her birthday today, and you could see the smile on her face for every second. Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny. A group of us wished her near the school gate when she walked in before she could even settle and put down all her bags &amp;amp; belongings.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, she got like, 5 birthday presents?&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a card, which had tons of photos of her inside. Oh and, the designs and decorations were in green too!&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like creating a blog which is privated. Only selected users can gain access to it.&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry, I will keep you posted in this blog too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I will blog with more details in that one. Until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SrIgAnmuuvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nF0h-k9k-Nk/s400/Picture+1211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382399699664681714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-green.html"&gt;Run, Baby, Run!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabbbbriel-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-green.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Rock 'N' Roll Has Brought Her Back To Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/46049500031628679-8149840656081736333?l=gabbbbriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/feeds/8149840656081736333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-green.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8149840656081736333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46049500031628679/posts/default/8149840656081736333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbbbriel.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-green.html' title='The Day Of Green'/><author><name>Gabriel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SswX-LLQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAUU/CI5QVimoPjw/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_65DUedqUENI/SrIgAnmuuvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nF0h-k9k-Nk/s72-c/Picture+1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
