<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801</id><updated>2011-09-30T23:44:55.299+08:00</updated><category term='h.'/><title type='text'>Heave Ho.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4341698128194183868</id><published>2011-03-01T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:40:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you.&lt;br /&gt;And then you meet one person, and your life is changed, forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4341698128194183868?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4341698128194183868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4341698128194183868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-meet-thousands-of-people-and-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6591046991663215864</id><published>2011-01-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:49:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hey oh, how's it going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, after spending most of the day in bed, I decided to get off my ass and do something I typically wouldn't do - all in the name of 2011. And in true insignificant fashion, I got up, took two steps towards my computer table and started typing away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hahaha, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last year was a big year for me. Alot of things I never thought would happen to me, happened and it made life, as I knew it, &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;. I guess when you're a kid, you never really put much thought into anything. Every decision you make and every choice you take were all directly influenced and dictated by your parents. Sometimes, you didn't even have any say in your own life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After living my whole life like that, I got really comfortable in that state - Having my life planned out for me and always getting help at every turn. Then I realized that I can't live like that anymore and I ended up spending the year getting myself out of this shell. I've grown more from the previous year than I've probably ever had and I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;At times, 2010 was crazy. It's painful to recall those experiences even now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But the year took a turn for the better on Palm Sunday in April, when I met someone really special. I don't want to be cheesy and act like a hopeless romantic but it's true. She has really changed my life and if I don't say it here, she won't know how much I mean it and how much she means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've come to understand that being in a relationship ain't the solution to everything or anything, for that matter. Sometimes, it can bring about an entire host of problems. It's a lot of work, but I'm glad I'm in a healthy, loving relationship with her. Somehow, we make it work. I'm thankful for God for putting her in my life and I treasure her dearly. I love her so much and I know she feels the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And so, in 2011, I'm making it my resolution to live my &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;life and in doing so, treasure the people I love and be open to new experiences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-6591046991663215864?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6591046991663215864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6591046991663215864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-oh-hows-it-going-well-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8344089556068660683</id><published>2010-11-13T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:34:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave soon for Spain and I thought I'd just leave you a little something before you make your way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's going to be pretty damn hard not having you here for the next two weeks. I'll have no one to keep me company all the time, of course, annoying me so much along the way. No one to start off my days for me and no one to pour myself out to at night. It's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know we'll get through this. Don't worry about me back home. Get out there and enjoy yourself. Take a whole bunch of pictures and tell me all about it when you're back. I can't wait to hear all about it. And of course, see the million pictures of you doing the sassy, obnoxious tourist pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, remember, where ever you are, be it walking along the streets of Barcelona, strolling in the alleyways of Seville or inside the Cathedrals in Lisbon, I'll be thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe, keep warm, and come back to me in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8344089556068660683?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8344089556068660683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8344089556068660683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-god-only-thing-i-ask-of-you-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2158544411798958630</id><published>2010-10-03T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:42:32.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And They're Releasing All The Hounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TKijizf2qKI/AAAAAAAAAew/TBJGZ2x6CAI/s1600/wolfmother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TKijizf2qKI/AAAAAAAAAew/TBJGZ2x6CAI/s400/wolfmother.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh hello there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before I start typing anything of actual, substantial meaning, I just wanted to mention that I am so thrilled cause I'm writing this from my phone. Jyeah. I never thought I'd ever own a phone that could do this. I mean, how cool is this shit?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No? Not cool? Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sigh, I despise myself for being such a nerd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, apart from the occasional self loathing, I've been doing well. The holidays are starting to settle in and even though I have absolutely nothing to do sometimes, this prolonged period of bumming is giving me immense pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hellyeaaaah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;kind of pleasure. Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Right. Well, it just feels great that I can spend the day doing anything I want and not having my life dictated by school work, lecture times or project deadlines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I live by my own rules and no one elses, not even my own.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now that's living the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In other news, Slash's solo album have been keeping my laundry basket filled to the brim with soaked trousers these few days. I thought his old stuff were legendary. Then I heard this new one and the world as I knew it started to crumble beneath my feet as I was tossed from side to side by raging winds against my will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dramatic? Well, I learn from the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But seriously, that guy has got so much soul. Even while he's going at lightning speeds, every note just cries as if with a life of it's own. How he makes those strings bend to his will, it intrigues me. I want to be able to play like him some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Damn, how gay am I? I just dedicated a blog post to a incredibly hairy, semi muscular middle-aged man with a developing beer belly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs. Boobs, butts and legs."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That ought to do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh well, till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-2158544411798958630?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2158544411798958630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2158544411798958630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/10/theyre-releasing-all-hounds.html' title='And They&apos;re Releasing All The Hounds'/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TKijizf2qKI/AAAAAAAAAew/TBJGZ2x6CAI/s72-c/wolfmother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8133898817347464998</id><published>2010-08-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:07:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know, I've been sitting in the same spot here at church for three hours wrecking my brains trying to think of what to write for you but the only thing that I managed was "Hello love". You see, I was trying to come up with some excessively cheesy poetry that'll make your hairs stand on their ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But you know, writer's block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I'll save that for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then I thought to myself. Why am I thinking so much into this?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The only thing you need to hear is the truth, words from the bottom of my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, I've been having the time of my life with you. Being with you makes me happier than ever. I mean, when I'm with you, I smile so much, my face hurts sometimes. The stuff you do, the things you say, even the way you look at me makes my heart take off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're so &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to me and I love you so, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-8133898817347464998?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8133898817347464998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8133898817347464998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-love-you-know-ive-been-sitting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5645333475913319090</id><published>2010-08-27T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:16:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/THfAmRWCLNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/07WrAUE5sMo/s1600/falloftroy2mergeweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/THfAmRWCLNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/07WrAUE5sMo/s400/falloftroy2mergeweb.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey oh, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Fall of Troy. For some reason, I'm obsessed with their Manipulator album now. They're insane and super hardcore for a band with only three people. Especially "&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ex-creations&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", that one will definitely wet your pants. Soak it through, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mention of my latest musical interests, check.&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary references to premature ejaculation, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life's been good to me. Three weeks into study break and I've been having the time of my life. The boys got together a few nights and we wreaked our usual havoc. Nothing could stand in our way, not the freezing cold touch of ice cubes, not the persistence of shirt buttons, not even the stinging citrus of fresh grapes. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, these guys have really changed the way I think, feel and view many things around. I probably won't even be the person I am if I hadn't met them back in secondary school. Other than excessive flatulence, they've left me with so much more and I guess it's time I say something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friendship, impulse and life on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5645333475913319090?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5645333475913319090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5645333475913319090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-oh-hows-it-going-yes-fall-of-troy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/THfAmRWCLNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/07WrAUE5sMo/s72-c/falloftroy2mergeweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1490976147870293154</id><published>2010-08-06T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:23:07.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hello love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes, this one is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know, the past few weeks have been the happiest time of my life. I wake up every morning to your text and I can't help but smile hopelessly to myself. You know just what to say to make my heart give way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You're the best any guy could have and I'm lucky to have you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reginal Allyn Richard Silva.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S. I'll always remember the escalator.&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/5386570827495760801-1490976147870293154?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1490976147870293154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1490976147870293154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-love-yes-this-one-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-456229023258846942</id><published>2010-08-06T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:54:16.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TForcg2CKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/FpY-7yWYolI/s1600/18597_500sq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TForcg2CKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/FpY-7yWYolI/s400/18597_500sq.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes, In my efforts to be all deep and pondering, I've uploaded a monochrome picture of a crow staring curiously into the camera. I mean, nothing says &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm artsy-fartsy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;than that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After not updating for months, this is the best I can come up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, yeah, &lt;i&gt;suck it up&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So anyway, projects/assignments/deadlines/tests have kept me pretty busy throughout these few months and I'm just really glad they're over. Finally man, holidays are here again. Well, study break, technically, but who cares. I'm gonna party like a rock star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ahh, what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh yes, Slash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Slash is the man, I tell you. That guy makes the guitar cry. The way his fingers fly across the fretboard, I can only dream. Three hours of non stop ear orgasm and my pants were soaked through. Sweet child O' mine was the highlight of the night. It gave me goosebumps and hair &lt;i&gt;wasn't &lt;/i&gt;the only thing that stood up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And before walking off stage, he said: "&lt;i&gt;Singapore is awesome man, I'm going to tell all my friends about how awesome you guys are.&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm like, hellyeahhhhhh, tell your friends, tell Wolfmother, Ozzy, Motorhead, The Cult, Velvet Revolver etc to get all their asses down here and rip this place apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Definitely a night to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/5386570827495760801-456229023258846942?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/456229023258846942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/456229023258846942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/08/yes-in-my-efforts-to-be-all-deep-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TForcg2CKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/FpY-7yWYolI/s72-c/18597_500sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1957163118354291177</id><published>2010-07-13T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:57:06.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TDyMv3sDfMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5-3xVRoVUY/s1600/18892_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TDyMv3sDfMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5-3xVRoVUY/s400/18892_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You make me so happy, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;From the first thing I read in the morning to the last thing I hear at night before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You add colour to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-1957163118354291177?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1957163118354291177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1957163118354291177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-make-me-so-happy-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TDyMv3sDfMI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5-3xVRoVUY/s72-c/18892_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4732679129883584837</id><published>2010-07-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:16:45.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When God chooses to put someone in your life, he doesn't do it for no reason. He put's them there for a special reason that only He knows".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4732679129883584837?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4732679129883584837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4732679129883584837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-god-chooses-to-put-someone-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2312085450217881583</id><published>2010-06-11T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:17:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it, Sundial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHIMKD6S_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3gUuApJnWEE/s1600/25657_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHIMKD6S_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3gUuApJnWEE/s400/25657_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apart from the borderline obsessive love of zombies and the insatiable hunger for human brains, I've been doing pretty well. My life is finally back on track after all the sticky situations I've dove head-first into. (Yeah. White and sticky. Think whatever you want.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What can I say, I have a knack for getting into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then again, I don't care what they say about me, it's alright. It's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes. Con camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Met new people, made new friends, looked to the left and caught a glimpse of my brain, realised that I looked like Montgomery Burns, ELEKTRONIKZ-ed, made a necklace out of the broken bits that used to be my left nipple etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sigh. I love them all at St. Anne's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, and mother cow, this is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBJdavcFWLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_7XY61zo9zY/s1600/wolfmother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBJdavcFWLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/_7XY61zo9zY/s400/wolfmother.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Makes me jizzinthepants every time I hear it. Seriously, they'll play a chord, then your body just freezes up and shaaazaam. Really, they should ban something like that from ever getting realised into the public. Organic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's... Oh... Shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah. Gotta run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Gab &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/5386570827495760801-2312085450217881583?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2312085450217881583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2312085450217881583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='Damn it, Sundial.'/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHIMKD6S_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3gUuApJnWEE/s72-c/25657_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8425043014932906866</id><published>2010-03-20T04:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:19:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash, Ahhh, Masters of the Universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHHHUK7xuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XJuDWmhfHL4/s1600/18209_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHHHUK7xuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XJuDWmhfHL4/s400/18209_540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/19365_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Boy, what a day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I left home thinking it was another of those little gay cycling trips but boy, was I wrong. It turned out to be one of those very manly, incredibly musculine biking experiences only real men go for. Yes, those that makes you pump protein and lift weights and do abs and apply bronze body oil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know what, I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's just.. I just finished watching twilight and new moon (don't ask), and I'm feeling kinda feminine. Bear with me here. My manhood's at stake and I can't bear to lose it, &lt;i&gt;It's kinda beautiful&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hahahahaha. Twilight. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway, Dong's right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I guess cycling long distances in the eye of a tropical storm is like a break-up. You're wet and cold, you're trembling alone in the dark, your vision is blurred, your asshole hurts and you're pedalling like hell to stay afloat. I know, I was there. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah, metaphors. You just can't live without them eh? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With that said, I had loads of fun today despite the rain. In fact, I think I had so much fun &lt;i&gt;because &lt;/i&gt;of the rain. Everyone cycles in the sun. I say try something new! Dare to be different! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Okay, this unusual enthusiasm is making me insecure. Oh no, I'm a tomato. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Flash, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, saviour of the universe" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Damn it, get out of my head, gay queen song. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8425043014932906866?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8425043014932906866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8425043014932906866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/boy-what-day.html' title='Flash, Ahhh, Masters of the Universe.'/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/TBHHHUK7xuI/AAAAAAAAAdM/XJuDWmhfHL4/s72-c/18209_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8310601648527151949</id><published>2010-03-19T02:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:17:03.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who rock, we salute you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S6JbUJG9iPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BZXRxo66sC8/s1600-h/Angus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S6JbUJG9iPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BZXRxo66sC8/s400/Angus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rollin' thunder, pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm coming on like a hurricane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am, actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;AC/DC is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They've been on loop on my ipod since a week ago and I'm &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; loving them. What can I say, real music prevails. Yes world, please, no more fo shizzle ma nizzle yo dizzle, The booty sweat's killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Angus Young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That guy is a monster. He's insane. The way his fingers fly up and down that incredibly sexy purple demon-of-a-guitar is just way way way beyond me. Really, I get goosebumps every time I listen to an AC/DC track. How does he go at lightning speed and still have all that soul and feeling infused into every note?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah, my taste in music changes real fast. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Faster than the speed of love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, I'd say.&amp;nbsp;Hah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I love Brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So anyway, we planned the best birthday experience in Sok's life yesterday. One that she'll definitely remember for as long as she'd live. Which won't be that long cause one day, she'll get killed by a huge buff dude for hitting on his kid son. You know what they say, you're only as good as the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;GO was also on last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Boy, I don't even know what happened. I got punched in the nose, I was held down, I had specific parts of my human anatomy flicked mercilessly (No, no privates involved.), I learnt the link between teenage rebellion and skin care/sebum/pore cleansing, I was suffocated by a pillow and almost had my neck snapped in two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ah, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gabby.&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/5386570827495760801-8310601648527151949?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8310601648527151949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8310601648527151949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/rollin-thunder-pouring-rain.html' title='For those who rock, we salute you.'/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S6JbUJG9iPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BZXRxo66sC8/s72-c/Angus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2443772481174416820</id><published>2010-03-15T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:58:24.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/19510_500sq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://9gag.com/photo/19510_500sq.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh God save the queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I found today pretty meaningful and I don't even know why, exactly. I haven't felt this way about a sunday in a really long time and it's nice to know that I'm at least still remotely in touch with my emotions. Although it might sometime feel like it, I'm not &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;all &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;dead inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I learnt about spiritual markers today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We were made to draw a time line of our life and mark out different spots. These spots indicated times or events that were spiritually significant or times that had special spiritual meaning to each of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I couldn't do it. I couldn't remember any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;That left me thinking throughout the entire day. Why doesn't God talk to me in that ridiculously deep voice like in the movies? Why doesn't He send me signs or visions or prophetic dreams? Why doesn't he call forth angels or perform incredible miracles?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then I realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was looking for all the wrong things. I was waiting for some miracle to happen, hoping that through it, my life would be completely changed. I thought that I didn't need to work to become a good Christian because something would happen and I'll automatically be turned into one. But it's not that easy, is it? Nothing ever is. Besides, the miracle has already been performed. The miracle that is Christ. He is the way, the truth and the life and the only way to the Father is through Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And so today, I wrote my marked my first "X" on my spiritual time line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The day I learnt about spiritual markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Gabby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5386570827495760801-2443772481174416820?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2443772481174416820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2443772481174416820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-god-save-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2880953630146489914</id><published>2010-03-14T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:36:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We still kill the old way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You damn right, we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss is so damn &lt;i&gt;badass. &lt;/i&gt; Spent the larger part of the day huddled up in the corner of the room with my ipod plugged in and tuned to SONIC BOOM. Uh huh, got the new Kiss album and &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;gorilla's &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;rectum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, it's a freaking mindtrip. Best I've heard in a long, long time. The guitar solos are so sexy, I can't even take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JIMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can pull of high heels, shoulder pads, leather pants and yes, make-up the way these guys do. Ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Enough of the kiss-steria, it's time to get "bak to bloggin".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh huh, Holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven Weeks worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, seven aimless, directionless, meaningless weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I wish school was still open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I'm saying that now but when it actually reopens, I'll be complaining and whining. And yes, I know all my JC friends are hurling verbal abuse at me for taking long holidays for granted. And no, I'm not rubbing in the fact that our holidays are seven times longer than yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just thinking aloud here cause I'm allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can't blame me. You see, there is simply nothing to do in Singapore anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. You know what, I'm going to go on a quest to find something that'll keep me occupied this holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And nothing's gonna stop me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even you, Zelda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2880953630146489914?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2880953630146489914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2880953630146489914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/heave-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2856654780008664623</id><published>2010-03-06T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:02:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't the devil himself.&lt;br /&gt;Could've picked a better day to come knocking.&lt;br /&gt;I thought after all this time, he'd have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say, the devil is the devil for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2856654780008664623?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2856654780008664623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2856654780008664623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/boy-oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6153573580794206562</id><published>2010-02-03T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:10:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where the sun don't shine, you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's where I want to be - In the bat cave. Where there's no one to bother you except for a billion bats and the occasional visit from the resident superhero. Besides, we'd probably make really good friends. Look - We're both nocturnal, we love animals and we both FREAKING love the Lostprophets. Don't ask, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just needed an avenue to scream that out. The new album is out and Whammy, it's awesome. A little toned downed and mainstream but Ah heck, I'm a butter-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said though, I wished they'd gone back to their nu metal sound. Don't you wish you could just turn back the clocks and go back in time? Well, don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial's such a bitch I decided to blog. And now that I hardly even go to blogger.com, it must tell how much I'm suffering here at the computer lab. School's fine. Not really. But it's been so busy so much of the time that we're all pretty used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that's why I don't update much anymore. There's simply nothing to update about. Ugh, I should just make this an Apple Product Review blog. No offence Dong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm trudging on and will still be this following month till holidays come again. I can't wait. 2 months worth of lazing on the couch, eating chips off my shirt, watching MTV's useless shit. I know I'll hate it when it comes but damn, it want it so badly now. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, You stay saucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6153573580794206562?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6153573580794206562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6153573580794206562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-sun-dont-shine-youll-find-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4803991038137103059</id><published>2010-01-23T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:03:24.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My right-hand is aching like an uplift mofo party.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to understand that, it's just means it's aching alot. Even the muscles at the fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd that even happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HSS Interclass Captain's ball was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what - We got third. I'm not even sore that we were so close to second place.&lt;br /&gt;Although we could've used a whole lot more players. Uh huh. You all know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun though, hanging out with the rest of the school.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even like doing that so this must say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing and playing and playing. Then Francis just swooped in and dropped the bomb on us. HE'S RESIGNING. WHY?! "HE'S NOT USED TO THE CULTURE" HE SAYS. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Year 2 is gonna suck so much. Francis is argueably the best worst care person a class can ever get. I mean, just look at the hickeys on Joseph's neck. Heh. Damn, I should've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more:&lt;br /&gt;-Free Food.&lt;br /&gt;-Free Printing.&lt;br /&gt;-Free Career advise.&lt;br /&gt;-Free Lodging.&lt;br /&gt;-Free Diane's punching bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just the worst, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, seriously though, we'll all miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well, I best be heading off to sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, more rolling blackouts caused by malfunctioned water heaters and haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4803991038137103059?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4803991038137103059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4803991038137103059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-right-hand-is-aching-like-uplift.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6271993907184450626</id><published>2010-01-20T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:44:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME! IT'S A HUMPBACK WHALE!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, false alarm, it's just me reminiscing about the past when image of old, fat dong just popped out of nowhere. Those were the days, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I sound like a douche saying "Those were the days" at the ripe old age of 17. But really, I had more fun this three years than all those previous years combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to do a post for/in honour of the GO Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the GO Party?! What the heck is GO?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not about to tell you so you can just keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing and stupid but damn, I love that name. Hell yeahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S1cZhait-AI/AAAAAAAAAck/TdACbx4RS0w/s1600-h/SAGGY+BOOBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S1cZhait-AI/AAAAAAAAAck/TdACbx4RS0w/s400/SAGGY+BOOBS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428835937669740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I was sifting through my pictures for a picture worthy of us and our crazy antics and BAM! Look what I found. The Saggy Boobs picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this picture came to be was really funny. We were seated at a table having our barbequed dinner when Chris, who was manning the pit shouted: SAGGGYY BOOOBBS!!! We turned and saw Chris clutching this whole string of marshmellows with the top two drooping down. Almost as if we planned this, all of us ran toward it and started groping it and made fierce guttural sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shit. This is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, in no order of merit (Or homosexual-gay-penguin-freddie-mercury-rib-ness),&lt;br /&gt;Dedications to mah homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You guys are so immature man" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns, makes sure no one's looking,&lt;br /&gt;Then frantically open and close the piece of paper with the ding dong on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Totally flaccid luhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Slut, slut, slut slut slut slut slut slut!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm gonna cut my hair at QB house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When everyone else is talking on Skype, he goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mmsmndmsndmngmnsmndmnhmjnmnmnsmnmnhmndsn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"YOOO"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey sexies/babies/bitches/gayhoes/sluts/gayboys/cowboys."&lt;br /&gt;"Where toilet? There. Where there?"&lt;br /&gt;"IN DAA POT!"&lt;br /&gt;"You see that dustbin over there....."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you wanna... Ohhh. But then.. Ohhhh. Where is... Ohhhh. I hope we.. Ohhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Takes off his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh? Why I take off my shirt for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touch mah Tralala"&lt;br /&gt;"I need a magazine!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, gay boy"&lt;br /&gt;"SCARED ARRR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm tze, umm tze, umm tze, umm tze"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whips out light sticks. Oh boy. It's his song.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apart from all those, this guy has taken quite abit of punishment from me. I don't know why but I just love hitting him. And I think he probably likes it too. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"AHH. AHH. AHH. AHH."&lt;br /&gt;"HAAHAAHAAHAAHAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GIVE ME THE CARD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He then takes my EZ-Link card and slides it up and down his ass crack.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, he didn't! Why, yes he did.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This dude accepts credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I did research the other day on Diphilia/Gonorrhea/Cleft of Venus/Labia Majora/Frottage..."&lt;br /&gt;"Like a DJ"&lt;br /&gt;"Sarcastic ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I can't really think of anything else for Dong.&lt;br /&gt;But dang, one of my best friends around although he's kinda touchy. Yes, that kind of touchy.&lt;br /&gt;He swept me off my feet. With a finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another good friend, this one.&lt;br /&gt;Witty and small. Yes, body mass. Nice drinking buddy, although we haven't really drank that much together. We fall asleep way before we'll ever get drunk. Which has it's perks and jerks&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just invent a new figure of speech.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;So is Perry at fencing. He'll dice and slice your face. Oh yes, he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHH. I'M DONE.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guys have made my year.&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to yourselves and to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To GO. And to many years of friendship to come.&lt;br /&gt;Hairstyles and skinny jeans come and go, but this won't. It's that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6271993907184450626?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6271993907184450626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6271993907184450626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodness-gracious-me-its-humpback-whale.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/S1cZhait-AI/AAAAAAAAAck/TdACbx4RS0w/s72-c/SAGGY+BOOBS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1242996019539992441</id><published>2010-01-13T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:26:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I finally realised?&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NO NEED FOR FUDGE WHEN YOU'RE COVERED IN SLUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, imagine, chocolate AND nuclear waste? Who can survive that killer combo?!&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it's rubbed all over your body against your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, it took me an entire year to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;After a month of fooling around, I have decided to come "bak to bloggin" in full force. That's right. Scream for me. You know what, raise both your arms and go "WOOOTS!!" now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the YB-fever lest Yeow Loon attacks me with a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've been great.&lt;br /&gt;School started this week and it has been pretty rough. Deadlines to meet, projects to rush, assignments to complete. You know, the usual. But what I realised when I came back was that I really missed my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I might not show this but yes, I feel this.&lt;br /&gt;We should've hung out more during the holidays man. And ohhhhhhh. Before you guys dump stuff on me for being such a hypocrite, I had a valid reason for skipping Francis' house. Uhhuh uhhuh, take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, IRON MAIDEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a new obsession with Iron Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;I mean - The pounding riffs, the screeeching solos, the high pitched wails.&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMP. It's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, A month away and this is the best I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, my legs are aching like crazy and my butt's not that perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1242996019539992441?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1242996019539992441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1242996019539992441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-what-i-realised-in-2009-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5644408441126582334</id><published>2009-12-02T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:18:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[6:16:51 PM] Perry Felix: who cant wait for the holidays to come!&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:18 PM] darrenocl: me!&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:19 PM] darrenocl: me!&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:20 PM] darrenocl: me!&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:32 PM] Perry Felix: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:38 PM] Perry Felix: FEW MORE DAYS&lt;br /&gt;[6:17:43 PM] darrenocl: WHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;[6:22:52 PM] Perry Felix: sian la!&lt;br /&gt;[6:23:54 PM] darrenocl: YEA!&lt;br /&gt;[6:29:53 PM] Mini wang: YEAH BITCH SLEP&lt;br /&gt;[6:29:55 PM] Mini wang: SLAP&lt;br /&gt;[6:30:30 PM] Perry Felix: MSTs SUCK&lt;br /&gt;[6:30:34 PM] Perry Felix: ECONS SUCK&lt;br /&gt;[6:30:48 PM] Mini wang: I SUCK COCK&lt;br /&gt;[6:30:49 PM] Mini wang: YEAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap and woke up to this.&lt;br /&gt;Here at GO, We discover new things about ourselves everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And we're not afraid to shout it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5644408441126582334?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5644408441126582334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5644408441126582334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/61651-pm-perry-felix-who-cant-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4306321776209762183</id><published>2009-11-28T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:12:17.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[27/11/2009 5:28:56 PM] darrenocl: u there?&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 5:36:24 PM] darrenocl: brb&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:33:50 PM] Perry Felix: you back?&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:41:35 PM] darrenocl: yea&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:42:32 PM] darrenocl: hey you there?&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:45:06 PM] Perry Felix: yup&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:45:35 PM] Perry Felix: can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:45:39 PM] darrenocl: nope&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:49:09 PM] *** Call ended ***&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:49:46 PM] Gabbs.: wow.&lt;br /&gt;[27/11/2009 6:49:52 PM] Gabbs.: that was a fruitful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run out of ideas to start your blog post, you copy and paste large chunks of stuff that just happened from skype that you think it's hilarious and go on ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was one heck of a week and I'm glad it's finally coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;The two deadlines on monday means I can't rest till after that and I still have to prepare for worship on sunday. Ugh, if I had known better, I wouldn't have agreed to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, all for his service huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff's been pretty hectic, especially in school.&lt;br /&gt;It's like my life outside school is frozen in carbonite and my school life is being tied to a pole, waiting to please a fat, old alien. And I'm mysteriously using references from Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is a clear sign that I'm screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Sem Tests are in a week and I've yet to start studying proper.&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting distracted and take some 16 hours to finish an assignment that would've taken an hour. This is not good. I need a study partner. Or a dominatrix, if that kind of shit works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I seem so incoherent today,&lt;br /&gt;It's cause it's been quite a while since I've been up this late and it's taking it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I feel like doing now is going into the studio and hammering it out.&lt;br /&gt;Riff after riff after riff, till my fingers give way. Now, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm in love with Mr. Big. It's like an epidemic. Go listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Gilbert shreds like a flying nun - Kickass-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4306321776209762183?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4306321776209762183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4306321776209762183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/27112009-52856-pm-darrenocl-u-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5756557031986590342</id><published>2009-11-20T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:15:04.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at a loss right now.&lt;br /&gt;You see, many times, we take things lightly until something like this happenes this close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, we ask ourselves, was it our fault for not giving the comfort and support friends give? Was it our fault for not providing the comfort and support church friends give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. Neither do I know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, nothing like this has ever came close to happening in my world.&lt;br /&gt;My first actual dose of reality and it has to be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for your salvation, for the life you chose to cut short and for the people you've left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Lay, for the seemingly insignificant time we spent as classmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5756557031986590342?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5756557031986590342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5756557031986590342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-at-loss-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5818961811944400335</id><published>2009-11-14T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:37:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we have friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we love them? Or is it because we need loving?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, friends are important and I've came to realise that a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While relationships come and go, friendship stays forever and people, myself included, need to be reminded of that sometimes. It's painful to see years of friendship destroyed after just one incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll fix this somehow and I'll do my job of staying the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Back to blogging proper.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I thought we played a good preview today.&lt;br /&gt;Jamin's voice was cool, guitars were cool, bass, cool and as always, drums were cool.&lt;br /&gt;We nailed it in true Cleavon fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our new band name, is CLEAVON. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;klaaa-von&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;No idea what that means, don't ask. It was inspired by the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Maybe it's the GO-juice or something, but I'm getting incredibly drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, this update aint much of an update, but at least you know I'm still trudging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5818961811944400335?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5818961811944400335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5818961811944400335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-we-have-friends-is-it-because-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1960323509675282332</id><published>2009-10-31T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:28:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When a friend is in a rut, the one that'll pay the price is your butt.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, should I write a self help book or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, that was especially true yesterday when the dudes went to kovan for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;But as gay as this sounds, I'll be happy to be there when my friends are down.&lt;br /&gt;Even if my asshole ends up paying the ultimate price.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hope they'll do the same for me, although I do it via &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conventional&lt;/span&gt; methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dong, the guns are all pointed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the dudes after school for dinner. Went to Kovan instead cause the rain thwarted our plans to totally destroy Chomp Chomp. Turned out great nonetheless, although I would've wanted to stay out a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris had to take a dump at home (Don't ask) so our night was prematurely cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think buses are instruments of torture.&lt;br /&gt;They sit people in one place with absolutely nothing to do accept think. And any human shouldn't be left to think about stuff. Cause then, they come clean with themselves and realised things they wouldn't have if they hadn't thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who needs any of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1960323509675282332?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1960323509675282332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1960323509675282332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-friend-is-in-rut-one-thatll-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-311955947322839606</id><published>2009-10-26T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:26:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RON AND DON.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin brothers with rhyming names. How cute.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather ding and dong. i mean, We're wearing korean spectacles anyway right.&lt;br /&gt;Dong would've been way cooler. And I'm sure Uriah wouldn't mind Ding either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uriah: I'm DING!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm DONG!&lt;br /&gt;Us: Together, we are the gayest, most stereotypical asian twins ever! And we like firetrucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just trying to keep myself entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm acting in our church's christmas musical, as uriah's twin brother who is less handsome, but smarter and we're supposed to wear huge korean glass and buttoned up shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Now, who can keep themselves from looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;School TODAY was pretty rough.&lt;br /&gt;Back to back lectures with only an hour for lunch and another for caregroup interaction.&lt;br /&gt;Even after all that time in the lecture halls, I don't remember a thing from today.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, this semester is gonna be way tougher than the last.&lt;br /&gt;And it's kinda sad that I didn't buck up last semester cause it'll be harder to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just feel like picking up your cell phone and throwing it on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, 5 hours of free time awaits me in between lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, shoot me now. Wait, don't. My brains are already all over the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Neither are my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-311955947322839606?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/311955947322839606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/311955947322839606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ron-and-don.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1130216886480244227</id><published>2009-10-24T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:46:36.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amidst the fanatic praying hand actions and the wriggly fingers in the butt,&lt;br /&gt;I emerge, stronger than ever, ready to take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the two-hour showers have helped ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've joined the trend of sharing stories of personal violation with the world.&lt;br /&gt;And at this precise moment, my transition contacts are turning all black and I'm ready to stare Dong down, only for him to break down in tears and maniacal prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other people who didn't understand that,&lt;br /&gt;I meant to say that my holidays turned out pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out in person with the dudes in the day, hung out online with the dudes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking:&lt;br /&gt;"How gay are those guys man?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Think whatever you want, Zooey Deschanel is still hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. You know what.&lt;br /&gt;I've been at this for the past hour and this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;Totally insignificant ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1130216886480244227?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1130216886480244227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1130216886480244227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/amidst-fanatic-praying-hand-actions-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5629099963749319253</id><published>2009-09-14T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:30:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, what am I up to now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm dishing out some AC/DC and playing Sims 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims 2 is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;From burning people alive to running around the desk, away from the Grim Reaper to adulterous incestral couples. My kind of game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm into those kinds of stuff. I'm just saying, it's oddly entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;And it's whacky fun, not blow-alien-brains-get-really-pumped fun, which gets pretty boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Homo's house a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;GO PARTY. Well, not really. It wasn't a stayover cause my mum didn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want the diarrhoea epidemic to get the good of me and Jeopardize Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I sense a cloud of hate hovering above everyone who just read that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a valid reason to make me stay home.&lt;br /&gt;The guys chose not to stay either, although I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up staying the day linking up two xboxes and played 4on4 Halo.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast, I tell you. Chris, Yang, Graeme and I make a pretty good team!&lt;br /&gt;Although we could all probably do away with Chris' buddha humping positions and his screaming and his loud threats aimed at those all the way on the couch outside.&lt;br /&gt;But on the whole, the whole thing turned out mother awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Prata for the third time this week and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep well at all. Maybe it'll help if I hadn't gone to bed at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;MY DYSFUNCTIONAL INCEST CYBER FAMILY JUST CALLS OUT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifted in and out of a trance-like state throughout service.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, I started hearing kids reciting scripture verses. I thought I'd lost it.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out that it was Church School Sunday and the kids were putting up a special item.&lt;br /&gt;I heaved and then went back into the transient surreal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class wasn't too good too.&lt;br /&gt;Not that Xiaowen didn't teach well.&lt;br /&gt;Just that after eating that chocolate from 7/11, i started feeling abit lightheaded.&lt;br /&gt;So i spaced out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came choir.&lt;br /&gt;Draggy, but kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Total drag. But necessary drag.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my encounters with drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;My attempts to entertain myself while I pen out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's discovery: Never sleep late on SATURDAY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5629099963749319253?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5629099963749319253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5629099963749319253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-what-am-i-up-to-now-im-dishing-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-377951469223612048</id><published>2009-09-07T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:18:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SURPRISES, CAKES AND CANDLES.&lt;br /&gt;This week was power packed, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought that I'd do some thanking.&lt;br /&gt;So that my heart is at peace with itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd September:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saucing my face.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pick pencil box thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cloth card thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cooking the food, fanning the pit and holding up the grill etc.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cheese cake lined with kit kats.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the make-up, tank top, skirt, vest.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having a pool to wash my shame away.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pole dance, bottle blowing, crank calls and the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for just being the whacky classmates that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd September:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the facebook wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the messages.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the emails.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there, my big brown couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th/5th September:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Maris Stella.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the GO party.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the humping, vibrating, thrusting, bobbling.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the satay, whole chicken, hokkien mee, sushi etc. The huge array of food, basically.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sneaking up and the albueno.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cake,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome GO party.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Macdonald's at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the guys I know from MS. Some things just never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th September:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the mango/chocolate/cheese/drug cake.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wishing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is basically it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanking, in it's roughest form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And the Emma Watson shrine, Rock pig, three hamsters and lovely living. You know what, you're right. You win hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-377951469223612048?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/377951469223612048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/377951469223612048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/surprises-cakes-and-candles.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8060640556460858350</id><published>2009-08-31T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:36:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, Sunday comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the day of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I just figured out how much of a wimp I am.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Gabriel, be brave and seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what they think. Who cares what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Just get in there and get it done with already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8060640556460858350?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8060640556460858350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8060640556460858350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-again-sunday-comes-and-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7084304644027418247</id><published>2009-08-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:44:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WASSUP CHONSIE, HOW'S STUFF GOING.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been a while since my last updated. &lt;br /&gt;But you know, when there's nothing to update about, you don't update at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I should cut myself some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The psych paper flew by nicely, though I wasn't really too happy about my answers.&lt;br /&gt;Spent way too much time on the fist question that I had to rush through the others. &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be too hopeful about this one. It's depressing though, how much my grades have plunged. &lt;br /&gt;Time to thug it out for Stats. Another three more days before liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Our TKGS gig turned out awesome too. &lt;br /&gt;Ian used my new pedal and it sounded against the Marshall 100 watt cabinets. You know what they say, the holy grail of amps. Another month and another $350 to go and I'd be the proud owner of a Marshall 30 Watt. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should keep playing at places like these. &lt;br /&gt;The tiny room, the mosh pit, everyone jumping around and screaming. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, we really need to practise.&lt;br /&gt;The other bands were super. &lt;br /&gt;If I compare us to them, we're like a squat-urinal against those Japanese "spray-water-on-your-butt" high tech bowls. BOTTOMLINE, WE HAVE TO PRACTISE. LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else.&lt;br /&gt;Church. Church is pretty much the usual.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm beginning to see a change in the way we interact. &lt;br /&gt;More people are talking to other people now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the Riddler. Dude with all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, today was just one of his "off-days".&lt;br /&gt;With him full blown in your face, no one survives. NO ONE SURVIVES FULL EXPOSURE TO NUCLEAR WASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, glad we all survived.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, I think I look forward to church more.&lt;br /&gt;Again, internal battles. Will one side ever win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the fact that this update is the most boring ever.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I can sleep with my eyes closed and my fingers moving while doing this.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S HOW BAD IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;You have a good one, I bet the cyberworld treats you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7084304644027418247?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7084304644027418247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7084304644027418247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/08/wassup-chonsie-hows-stuff-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2357842586671049892</id><published>2009-08-10T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:45:09.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HULLABALOOZA BABY.&lt;br /&gt;Now, question of the hour. What am I still doing up at this unearthly hour?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was studying. YES. YOU HEARD IT RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;I WAS MUGGING MY BALLS OFF.&lt;br /&gt;And it is NOT FUN. IT IS NOT FUN AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun though, if anything else. Kinda anyway. &lt;br /&gt;You know how I always felt that church was a place where you make discoveries about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It was especially true today. I realised that I suck at giving gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, almost like when Dawn gave me that red, thin, dagger exposing shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a weird distorted vision of green.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently green is way lighter that it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had the usual, service, class, choir.&lt;br /&gt;Noelle gave me the weird eyes all over and I did my best to ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;Which wasn't exactly the right thing to do but who cares, I do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That was today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, had lunch at this Cantonese restaurant, courteousy of Aunty Sok Hong, &lt;br /&gt;Whom I've yet to thank for the meal. It was alright considering I don't really like Chinese food that much. &lt;br /&gt;That has got to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm here, trying to think of stuff that happened in the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MADE IT.&lt;br /&gt;WE FINALLY MADE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE OFFICIAL IN MUSICVOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have definitely got to change our name though. &lt;br /&gt;7:18 just doesn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. It's 2:18.&lt;br /&gt;Uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to head to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be 3am soon and I'll probably be shook awake by my parents at 6.30am cause they want me to join them for some treetop walk thing which I wouldn't mind going if it wasn't so damn early. &lt;br /&gt;And besides, it's exercise. I hate exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2357842586671049892?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2357842586671049892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2357842586671049892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/08/hullabalooza-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8436202961383176122</id><published>2009-08-04T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:50:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHH. THE GREAT OUTDOORS.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I realised I say loads of stuff without thinking. Like what I just said. &lt;br /&gt;What does that even mean...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yes, Haven't been updating much. In fact, haven't been updating at all.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff's been happening, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Francis his surprise birthday party. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;After postponing it twice cause he was on MC. YES, TWICE. ON DAYS WE PLANNED THE PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny though, cause we called Francis to come into this dark room where we are all hiding.&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't know he was just outside the room, so when we called, he just walked two steps, looked in, made eye contact with Diane, Diane dove to the ground, he walked in, we all shouted: SURPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was surprised alright, that gossip factory worker was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was TA's 120th Anniversary last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to turn out so fun. And a tad weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began with SERVICE1: 8.30AM.&lt;br /&gt;Sang Prayer of St Francis and was quite happy with it. Oh right, you don't know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Prayer of St Francis is 90 bars of torture. That song tries to suffocate you everytime you sing it. But the thing is, when you are done with it, all 5 minutes of it, you get this amazing sense of accomplishment. and relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Hung out with Uriah, Noelle and Hannah after service at Gloria Jeans, in their attempt to study while I played with Noelle's phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. THE STORY OF NOELLE AND THE PENGUIN GAME.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was playing this penguin game demo on Noelle's phone. And like every other game I play, I usually just skip most of the long wordy parts by just pressing "YES".&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, in the process of pressing "YES", I accidentally bought it. YES. I BOUGHT NOELLE A PENGUIN GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;Now I owe her $6. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. I will pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came SERVICE2: 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Did the same thing, pretty much. And helped out the Adult choir a little.&lt;br /&gt;Froze my balls of on stage. Really, it was so cold that I was trembling on stage. Bad experience. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, service ended and I realised that Kevin/Ben had an extra ticket for the Commemoration dinner, so I decided to follow them there. And well, I made the right choice. Had loads of fun walking around and playing a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all except the Pelican and his huge yapper.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Stuff happens and it makes you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the Curious Case of the Green Sour Apple. &lt;br /&gt;How did that happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows... &lt;br /&gt;But well, in times like that, it pays to be a quiet, soggy, dangling cucumber in drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there. Done with this.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can get some rest. Good thing there's no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Means I can afford to sleep in late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEKAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8436202961383176122?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8436202961383176122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8436202961383176122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8367086806311489287</id><published>2009-07-13T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:56:54.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOW NOW, BROWN COW..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I got the flu and an MC for tomorrow. Planning to rush my Infomative and read up stats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was feeling damn lousy today, especially in class cause the aircon was really cold and i start to burn up whenever it's cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what a day today was, classes from 11pm till 8pm, since public speaking was cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the folks from 1A02 made it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding behind the room looking at girls, guys and crossdressing homos cosplay. Some of them were really bad but others were quite cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squeezing in the lift and getting hit in the crotch with a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And getting high with Daniel, trying to get a gay guy to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing. Those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Enough about today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to tell you about the weekends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we stayed at Noelle's house and baked a cake for Ben since it was his birthday the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met at like 9pm and ended at around 6am. YES. 6AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd call that incredible dedication and love. Right Ben?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. So pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWZH6ernI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7HXx42HWDMM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWZH6ernI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7HXx42HWDMM/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971171308383858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWZH6ernI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7HXx42HWDMM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLEEDDING LOVEEEE. BLEEEDDINGGG LOVEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY6QGYbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BmNvezRTmVc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY6QGYbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BmNvezRTmVc/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971167640969650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY6QGYbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/BmNvezRTmVc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was our cake. Looks like a rock though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it actually tasted nice. Like. real nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY7RlTxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EPZ_jjF5KuQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY7RlTxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EPZ_jjF5KuQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971167915626258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWY7RlTxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EPZ_jjF5KuQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Used the leftover dough and made cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the "heart-shaped necklace". Courteousy of Uriah. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYjiLApI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uh3l285A8Yw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYjiLApI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uh3l285A8Yw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971161542754962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYjiLApI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uh3l285A8Yw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Uriah, Noelle and I stayed up till 6am and did this photo collage for Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We added the "COUNT THE DONGS" section where Ben had to count suggestively shaped objects which would add up to 17. For his 17th birthday of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cleverly hid the dongs. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYJykd7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaGa1uwq0fw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYJykd7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaGa1uwq0fw/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971154632210354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWYJykd7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/iaGa1uwq0fw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. I WAS THAT TIRED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saturday started off when Nicholas stuffed Diego in my face and made me wake up at 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rushed off to church for practise for Youth Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then met up with Benjamin for his birthday dinner/movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His friends were well, a weird bunch and we went in to watch Ice Age 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Really. Inneundo and sexual references in a children's cartoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WHAT IS THE WORLD TURNING INTO!!?!? WHAT WILL OUR KIDS BE LIKE?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. That squirel's nipples were damn cool. HAHAHA. OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. then had dinner at Crystal Jade Restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All expenses paid by Benjamin. Awesome right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Again, pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWOBFlFUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PXi3B4VwjoQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWOBFlFUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PXi3B4VwjoQ/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970980497331522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWOBFlFUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PXi3B4VwjoQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa. Me, Uriah, Kevin and Benjamin's whole gang of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNx7iA9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9GHCX4j8lYk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNx7iA9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9GHCX4j8lYk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970976428655570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNx7iA9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/9GHCX4j8lYk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the dinner table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice I couldn't help but do the KISS ROCKNROLL TONGUE FLAILING THING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Your kids better watch out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. All the pictures of saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then we come to Sunday, Youth Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. What can I say? Youth sunday was a let down for me. Worship was supposed to be great and awesome but ended up being haphazard and neither-here-nor-there. At least that's what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Bernard was great and the service went well on the whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the musician's area to go to 7/11 to get some stuff to eat cause I was feeling abit of Gastric. Wanted to check and get Mogu Mogu but I couldn't find it even though it was there. Damn. Hunger clouds my judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. After service, walked with the 92ers to 7/11 again. This time, with Noelle's help, got Mogu Mogu. But too bad, someone had to leave and my efforts went to waste. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, went to Justina's farewell lunch at Marche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's going to Perth, Australia by the way. Oh. And to study Psychology, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cramped up in a small corner and surrounded with sick people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no wonder I got it today. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, lunch was kinda enjoyable.... Okay. Not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. So pictures are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNxKhfGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HM5C5MOSpL0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNxKhfGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HM5C5MOSpL0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970976223100002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNxKhfGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HM5C5MOSpL0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice Uriah and I. How the hell did that happen. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera angles can do wonders to your reputation huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNQiJdpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9yg77wfeAsk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNQiJdpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9yg77wfeAsk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970967463818898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNQiJdpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9yg77wfeAsk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Us. The 92ers. That bunch of people I love so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was my weekend. Quite amazing I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. It's 12.22am and I'm beat. Trying to stay on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I leave. Another picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNanY0nI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rb6mIJhh4JM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWNanY0nI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rb6mIJhh4JM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357970970170151538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EPIC. HAHHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone, I forgot who, slammed Jeremy and My head together and another person snapped the picture. Our reactions are DA BOMB. DAMN FREAKING FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And notice rachel's weird hand actions and Nai's "This people are hopeless" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHAHA. Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Time to slip into a lethal coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8367086806311489287?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8367086806311489287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8367086806311489287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-now-brown-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SltWZH6ernI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7HXx42HWDMM/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7913258597775934073</id><published>2009-07-09T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:59:27.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT DOING THIS ON PURPOSE. WHAT'DYA GONNA DO BIG GUY. SIT ON ME..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. That's hell of a way to start off a post after disappearing for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, I have been quite busy all week. Non stop back to back projects and homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FINE. IT'S A FREAKING LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been lazing at home for the entire week, doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got quarrantined cause that GEMS student got H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found out that Diane got H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i found out that FRANCIS GOT H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So TP, being the awesome school that it is, closed school for our class for the entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, till thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since we don't have school on Friday anyway, it's pretty much the entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been going pretty slowly. Home - The land where time freezes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God. I've lost the ability to make a hardly funny joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I've been great. Got a H1N1 scare cause i caught a flu the other night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, it was just the common cold and not the swine. For that, I'm incredibly thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else happened while i was gone. OH. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that I'm hot. Hate these stuff though. Makes me feel too good about myself for my own good. But really. It couldn't have been more wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, GABRIEL and CHARISMA works as well as GIRL and PENIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Going out with Jeremy and his friend who just came back from Australia, three days in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel damn fat though. Ate lunch twice all three days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped for vests and well stuff. You know, Jeremy and his formal wear fetish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then played lan. Got owned at DOTA and saved ourself from a zombie hollocaust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to admit, mass spawning boomers and burning witch are dope. Real dope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. What a post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to get going, theres stuff to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man. Look at the text I just got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy Wong:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol there's an article in today's papers abt some incest threesome. go read. damn sick. damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is just sick man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know.. No harm checking it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7913258597775934073?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7913258597775934073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7913258597775934073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-doing-this-on-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5588370922661517872</id><published>2009-06-28T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:29:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa. Long long time since I last updated.&lt;div&gt;Swamped with work, especially since it's deadline week just after the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Week 1 is finally over and I can finally take a break from all the rushing and go back to the usual steady pace of tp. They say term 2 is far worst than term 1. Man. I do not want to go through it at all but what can we do, we chose this course, we'd better stick with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some minor setbacks here and there, but generally it was okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HSS, 1a02, Musicvox Auditions, 7.18, TKGS, BANDAGE09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. There. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few reasons why I pry myself away from sleep early in the morning on school days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These stuff KEEPS ME GOING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5588370922661517872?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5588370922661517872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5588370922661517872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/06/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6349385371086896701</id><published>2009-06-12T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:02:25.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Sorry man.&lt;div&gt;Pretty long time since i last updated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been pretty busy, even in the holidays. Well, supposedly anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments due by the end of next week but heck, i still have next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the holidays have been pretty wicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got cable, a new/old phone and found my feminine side with Jodi Picoult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah. Feminine side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result of my search for a totally straight way to put it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon, every guy has a feminine side. And YOU know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally swarmed but I thought I'd just update and let you know that I'm still kicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worship leading on Sunday after a long long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I very much prefer playing and slamming it out on the guitar, I guess it's the same after you consider why you're doing these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To God be the glory, huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Till then, I'd say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT'S UP, FENG'S MANSION~!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6349385371086896701?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6349385371086896701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6349385371086896701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/06/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5920491820921055295</id><published>2009-06-07T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:03:43.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO party was great.&lt;div&gt;You know, I'm probably more at home at Wilson's that my own house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I say that not just cause of how it's built or how it's designed but because of the people and the vibe that the whole place emits. All my troubles seem to drift gently out of my mind when I'm there, even doing nothing or looking at the guys play poker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's classical conditioning. Wilson's house=GO/FUN/STAYOVERS/FRIENDS etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. Someone help me get this psych stuff out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's depressing isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A foreign home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A family of strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5920491820921055295?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5920491820921055295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5920491820921055295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-party-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-306825698459753427</id><published>2009-06-05T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:31:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WAAAHAAHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the term tests are over and done with and the holidays are here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few things that I'm looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YI CAPTAIN'S BALL CHALLENGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After weeks and weeks of crappy announcements, it's finally here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No poems, No shit. Just balls. It's on man. It's on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GO PARTY. HELL YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 guys, 1 house, 1 night. AWESOME SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably made it sound more gay that it should be. But heck, it's been a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, 1A02 had an outing yesterday and it was damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Diane's birthday at Swensen's and watched Angels and Demons after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was damn good. Really. Plot twists and death by soil. Super.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Diane's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to eat at Swensen's and a bunch of us queued for it while others went to buy tickets for our movie. Came back and we all sat at this long long table. Actually, it was the first time we were all on one table, we always couldn't find seats, not even at ITAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. So we finished lunch and we were just sitting around chatting when Diane wanted ice cream. Thing was, her cake was ice cream cake and she didn't know there was a cake so eating ice cream would just be totally lame, since she'd be getting it after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know at first, so I said: "Go order lahhhh".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately got a huge: "NOOOOO", mouthed by Michelle along with all the gay hand shaking actions and how Diane totally missed it, is just amazing. And Keith start to talk her against it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I changed my mind and start rambling about how it was filled with transfats and saturated fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continued talking and fooling around when suddenly everyone just started singing the birthday song. Sang along and the cake came, with relightable candles! Diane tried blowing them out but obivously she couldn't cause it was relightable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jeremy and I started shouting: GO DIANE! BLOW THEM HARD! BLOW THEM HARDER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which has no other meaning. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Angels and Demons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed back to school to meet up with Seven18. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. That's our band name, if you're wondering. Why? We had no idea what to name our band and so we looked at the clock. 7.18pm. And we went with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's quite cool. I mean. There was also this dead, squished lizard on the floor and we were comtemplated calling ourselves "The Squished Up Dead Lizard".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Seven18 makes us seem like some punk band like sum41 or blink 182, which i totally hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Hope we'll get the audition and sort out the vacations issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughh. What am still doing up at 2.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-306825698459753427?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/306825698459753427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/306825698459753427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/06/waaahaahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6486454683547213525</id><published>2009-06-01T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:07:57.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes. At 1.07pm. &lt;div&gt;I finally lay my Psychology textbook to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6486454683547213525?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6486454683547213525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6486454683547213525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5207737821113205915</id><published>2009-05-26T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:32:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all.&lt;div&gt;Nope. I'm not dead and neither have I been abducted by an alien curious about it's own existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have, in fact, been incredibly busy the whole week, hence the obvious reduction in updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments after assignments after assignments and back to back deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll kill anyone who says that poly life is slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1am now and I terribly need my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then i thought about you and thought I'd make one short post before I hit the hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided on a brief summary of the entire week. Naturally cause it's a summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week started on monday when we had a full day of lectures. I woke up from the apparent dream that poly life was a breeze when I saw those deadlines. Stayed the night doing them and they turned out alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came tuesday, public speaking impromtu test and Nabilah's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our entire class came in formal wear and we did our impromtus one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two minutes of preparation time flew by in the wink of an eye and it was my turn, standing in front of the class, telling them about "Buying the Right Gift". Yes. That was my topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verbal Diarrhoea-ed a bunch of stuff and a story of how I got my grandma a clock, which made her really upset. Not bad, not bad. And I'm not just talking about myself. The whole class did pretty well and improved from before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith spilled the beans when Francis walked in and Keith went: Where's the Nabilah's cake?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis stopped tutorial halfway, got the cake and we celebrated as a class. Took loads of pictures, which are incredibly funny by the way, and then got back to doing the usual tutorial stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along came Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day we got trapped in the design lab. It's official, design lab was built for the sole purpose of ensnaring non-design-school people, stuffing them, then using them as mannequins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy, Diane and I followed a bunch of people in, then followed an old dude into the lab. Old dude left, and we got stuck. Glass was tinted, so people outside couldn't see us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God, this design girl saw us from the tiny square glass at the door which were knocking frantically and released us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahha. What an experience. Francis totally helped though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday &amp;amp; Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thugged out assignments with Rachel on skype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU, BTW. You make rushing assignments that much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relatively slack day. Did my Acad writing assignments to the rocking, throbbing, heart-stopping, gut-wrenching anthems of A7X,  with the Rev's double bass pounding in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday flew by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir outing! Too bad Lizzy couldn't join us. Headed down to East Coast to cycle, but before that, had to walk an extremely long distance to the rentals/Macdonalds. Enjoyed it though, caught up with Esta, Denise and Noelle, who was having bad cramps and spoilt shoes. Not her day at all. Oh oh. But pinned up fringe looks cool though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahah. COLOSSAL HIF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch, cycled for two hours, then went to Macdonald's again for ice cream. Milo McFlurry is actually quite nice. Uriahh cycled back and I went home with Leonard and Noelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so tired we ended up walking to the last carriage and sat at the door. Not inconsiderate cause the train was pretty empty. In that even though all the seats were taken, only one or two people were standing. So we didn't block the way whatsoever. In case you're the kind that cares about these stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes. That's basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished rushing out my Special Ocassion Speech and I'm beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to MUSICVOX ON WEDNESDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5207737821113205915?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5207737821113205915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5207737821113205915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4103494981188341960</id><published>2009-05-18T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:48:53.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a times, we are so stumped by the problems infront of us.&lt;div&gt;That we fail to see the blessings beneath/behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's minor setbacks like this that makes us emerge stronger and closer than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not let this happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all. Everyone of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4103494981188341960?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4103494981188341960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4103494981188341960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/05/many-times-we-are-so-stumped-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1632776304927262565</id><published>2009-05-13T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:24:08.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaver's and Wilson's seventeenth was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally met up with the guys after a long long time, this time to celebrate Wilson's and beaver's birthday. And really, timing couldn't have been better. Been have GO withdrawals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang took a gazillion pictures and as usual, I'm stealing them from his blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there. I'll let the pictures do the talking and your fingers do the walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmZfiflI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s_BNe4VhBLk/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmZfiflI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s_BNe4VhBLk/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301668624039506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the day began with much laughter. Especially from the two birthday boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmZKeszI/AAAAAAAAAa4/E-Mvz0Ln0Hc/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmZKeszI/AAAAAAAAAa4/E-Mvz0Ln0Hc/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301668535710514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well. Some other stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmCk4PpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jubobTWz2uI/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmCk4PpI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jubobTWz2uI/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301662472421010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some, I'm not exactly proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Graeme, finally getting his gay release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmFODpDI/AAAAAAAAAao/BqQ-dDDrgrU/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmFODpDI/AAAAAAAAAao/BqQ-dDDrgrU/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301663182005298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perry and Dong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fake clothing printed on their t-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perry had this weird tie thing and Dong had a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMdXXnHSI/AAAAAAAAAag/e0H3uoDsGio/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMdXXnHSI/AAAAAAAAAag/e0H3uoDsGio/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301513435094306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jialiang and his classic smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMdcB_0bI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EG1AqvA1RtM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMdcB_0bI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EG1AqvA1RtM/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301514686615986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHAA. Funny story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Jialiang decided to stick a whole lemon slice in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when he tried to spit it out, I pushed it in. So he ended up gagging on the lemon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOTALLY HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how I laugh at other's expense. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMcKb1p3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YEKt4HkInWY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMcKb1p3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YEKt4HkInWY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301492783294322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Story about these little suggestive pieces of orange rubber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and Yang thought it'd be cool to have little pieces of finger rubber on our hands as a "Sign of our Friendship". Although I personally have no idea why they even bought these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMb9-2R0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3LxM1DY0qek/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMb9-2R0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/3LxM1DY0qek/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301489440474946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun with orange finger rubbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMb3-9F9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fwSgBXaezDU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMb3-9F9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fwSgBXaezDU/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301487830308818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group picture with the fingers and the finger rubbers pointing at the birthday boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. You know what, I have no idea why "Birthday Boy" sounds so gay in my head. So I'll switch to "New Seventeens", it sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTjdzrVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Uq2Gn5wXVGI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTjdzrVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Uq2Gn5wXVGI/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301344883617106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the cake that the new seventeens ended up not eating at all cause they were both full. So Chris and Yang finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTmmeoxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/inNFe6Uiits/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTmmeoxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/inNFe6Uiits/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301345725293330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blowtorch - Cake - Candles - Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTUt54VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/h2GKnUAAAb0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTUt54VI/AAAAAAAAAZo/h2GKnUAAAb0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301340924600658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, the moment we were all waiting for. Opening the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson opens his present, totally not knowing what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did he get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTZ9yaRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GEVF2y2FDxk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTZ9yaRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GEVF2y2FDxk/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301342333397266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering what the box says, it says: ONE STEP PREGNANCY TEST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the greenish thing he's holding is an apple flavoured condom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courteousy of Yang and Chris, probably. Maybe Graeme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTcewplI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pOUYtmfwMx4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMTcewplI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pOUYtmfwMx4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301343008564818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaver goes on to open his presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IT'S DEFINITELY A BAR OF SOUP!" He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJQYCmrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8R_SXzRogs0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJQYCmrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/8R_SXzRogs0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301167960464050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple flavour condoms and a case of "U" tampons for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJP_YneI/AAAAAAAAAZI/goYBHwEDzDg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJP_YneI/AAAAAAAAAZI/goYBHwEDzDg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301167857049058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New seventeens and their presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder what to do with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJGNf0bI/AAAAAAAAAZA/98RyA3gDOWI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJGNf0bI/AAAAAAAAAZA/98RyA3gDOWI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301165231886770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. While I was stalling for time, the guys went to Daiso and bought these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namely, the pregnancy test kit, the case of tampons, the condoms and the finger rubber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJJgE0PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6b8t4cIh4rA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMJJgE0PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6b8t4cIh4rA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301166115115250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat in the corner of PS and wrapped them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMI5DVThI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EIK-7rhBEmI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMI5DVThI/AAAAAAAAAYw/EIK-7rhBEmI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301161699593746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until they were like this. And then gave it to Beaver and Wilson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it. Although I could see visible changes in some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all still us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The usual bunch who hung out by the bins during recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same bunch who ate standing in a circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bunch that hung out outside 4L waiting for Clement to finish his stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same bunch met 3 years earlier and went on to become best buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1632776304927262565?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1632776304927262565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1632776304927262565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sup.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SgrMmZfiflI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s_BNe4VhBLk/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2109078219640817968</id><published>2009-05-11T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:44:40.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;div&gt;It's minutes before I leave for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just wanted to slip in a short post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't exactly got the time to update but trust me guys, it's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making new friends everyday and becoming better friends with those I already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially people from 1A02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lectures have been good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I pray for the sweet release of death, other times, you'll have to pry my eyes off the screen cause it's just so interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tutorials?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, they've been the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Sunday/Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir went up to sing and we did quite well, judging from the few comments we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict and I even did some advert for the YI CAPTAIN'S BALL CHALLENGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys. Be there. Or be square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, life's been great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to let you know in case you thought I died in school or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your mechanical brain isn't exactly the brightest, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2109078219640817968?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2109078219640817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2109078219640817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4995900949943334747</id><published>2009-04-30T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:04:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been quite tiring. Awesome. But tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I don't really like waking up everyday at 7am, it beats getting up at 6am to get to school. Yes, JC people, it beats YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Was just looking at Dong's blog and I realised that my blog is getting a little wordly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I'll post some of the picture stolen from Rachy's camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it'll show you most of my classmates. Which I love, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmufC6GwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yoAEJvYcaWg/s1600-h/n726926087_1834041_4999004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmufC6GwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yoAEJvYcaWg/s400/n726926087_1834041_4999004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474951507581698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmufwmS_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/F1BPLa2ZmA4/s400/n726926087_1834040_2632761.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474951699221490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmqEyUph8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/P1MK3Qj2nqA/s400/n726926087_1833984_2918175.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330478633174271938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiara and Sokyee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmoNchYwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CUFC8s9rqTI/s400/n726926087_1834034_7343633.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474843703960322" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sfmmn1M5vdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nTD5tFf4Tvk/s1600-h/n726926087_1834030_5729359.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle and Naomi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sfmmn1M5vdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nTD5tFf4Tvk/s1600-h/n726926087_1834030_5729359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sfmmn1M5vdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nTD5tFf4Tvk/s400/n726926087_1834030_5729359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474837195996626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmnmCoApI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uymOuUrJOMY/s1600-h/n726926087_1834029_1869000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona and Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmnmCoApI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uymOuUrJOMY/s1600-h/n726926087_1834029_1869000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmnmCoApI/AAAAAAAAAXw/uymOuUrJOMY/s400/n726926087_1834029_1869000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474833126359698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel/D-head and Keith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sfmmnx9HJkI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cdXlXrinlFQ/s400/n726926087_1834031_387735.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474836324460098" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sfmmn1M5vdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nTD5tFf4Tvk/s1600-h/n726926087_1834030_5729359.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin Ying and Mei Wah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmejKDrdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sGsBt6TPlUs/s1600-h/n726926087_1833987_1106963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmejKDrdI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sGsBt6TPlUs/s400/n726926087_1833987_1106963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474677733404114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jojo and Vinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmebafMgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bpFmXuPuLYo/s1600-h/n726926087_1833986_5703403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmebafMgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/bpFmXuPuLYo/s400/n726926087_1833986_5703403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474675654832642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atifa and Nabilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmeFbc_BI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e4ME1KcbNis/s1600-h/n726926087_1833985_5639948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmeFbc_BI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e4ME1KcbNis/s400/n726926087_1833985_5639948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474669753302034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiara and Rachy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmoXd2sAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wPmXUbvTtgA/s400/n726926087_1834036_4222437.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474846393905154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging around outside the tutorial rooms deciding where to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmekmwBsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Q4fUAK1ULLs/s400/n726926087_1834027_3477691.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330474678122186434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day in the CSA lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. And that's basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for Diane, who was sick on that day. And came today with a mask and hoodie that made her look like some gangsta from the hood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the lab had this weird vibe going on and it made all the pictures really misty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this loveydovey aura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poly's turning out quite good after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4995900949943334747?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4995900949943334747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4995900949943334747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SfmmufC6GwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/yoAEJvYcaWg/s72-c/n726926087_1834041_4999004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5372893388955142863</id><published>2009-04-26T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:52:26.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS AWESOME.&lt;div&gt;It began with worship, which didn't really went that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bass went out of tune and the guitar wasn't amplified until the last verse of the last song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least we continued playing and finished it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sermon was pretty alright too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preacher was straight to the point and it was clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the special item, the one we've practised so much for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I must say, all the practise paid off and everything sounded great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Ryan and I, our guitars sounded great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan played extremely well on the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah was a monster on the drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ben and Noelle's voices were really nice even though they were both really nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. It's a sign!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to do something with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After service, we had this thirty minute choir and we practised a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to sing but my throat was killing me. So I just stood there for most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the YI went to HANS for fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way, Uriah told us some Johnny Whoosh thing which i still totally do not get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean. Who cares if he died terribly, it isn't important at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Someone please tell me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat at the table and talked to the usual bunch for a while before we walked back to church cause there was some EOP luncheon thing going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Nasi Lemak for lunch and watched as Lizzy, Agnes and Noelle did some weird Llama dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was weird cause apparently Lizzy learnt it in SCGS Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'm stuck with this decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I or should I now upload the video of them doing the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the one with Noelle doing it alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHA. HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left soon after cause my nose was watering like crazy and I had to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, it's me and Mary Jane. Courteousy of Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog's getting abit colourless though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO PICTURES AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1A02 should take some pictures once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5372893388955142863?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5372893388955142863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5372893388955142863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1439548021719677144</id><published>2009-04-21T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:25:29.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I LOVE TP. I LOVE HSS. I LOVE 1A02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been updating cause I just haven't got the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally doing something productive after 6months of stewing in my own filth. And I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the whole system is quite different from secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm adjusting/adapting well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HSS WEEK 0:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem is, it was like, a week ago and I've already forgotten most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From cheering really hard to making new friends to dragonboating to amazing race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, then there was the acceptance ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seniors arranged our torches and formed the word "H.S.S" on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they switched off the lights and it made everything surreal, especially after a whole day's worth of activities and games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not forgetting the weird business kungfu guy dancing during "Jam and Hop".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHAHAHA. PRICELESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WEEK 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lectures were really boring. Especially the CSA one where the lecturer just flew through his lecture at lightning speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tutorials weren't too bad. Probably cause it's cosier with the 20 of us that is 1A02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I look like a MARCUS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's something I'll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighh. Worst post ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1439548021719677144?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1439548021719677144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1439548021719677144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-tp.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5292131197126961848</id><published>2009-04-13T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:02:57.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Orientation starts on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;It's funny how I've been longing for the day to come.&lt;div&gt;But when it actually comes, it bites you and sends you into a whole array of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one hand, I'm feeling excited about everything that's about to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, orientation and everything. We'll be having fun for 4 days, making new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the other, I worry about the first impressions and the social situations I'll be thrown into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then theres this thing about school starting and the long long holidays ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thinking about it makes me feel all lethargic and sluggish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was talking to Dong about it just last night and we both came to a conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we'll live by our own creed and stay true to it even if it gets us shunned or outcasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And talking about that had special meaning for me, especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And that was what I was to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Whatever the world throws at me, I will not be shakened, but in everything, be a living example for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;For that, I ask that You help me, empower me and watch over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-5292131197126961848?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5292131197126961848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5292131197126961848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/orientation-starts-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4626055269742664516</id><published>2009-04-12T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:02:49.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Same power that conquered the grave, lives in me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-4626055269742664516?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4626055269742664516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4626055269742664516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/same-power-that-conquered-grave-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-674716331124244499</id><published>2009-04-11T00:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:03:17.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while, I know, Sorry about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been awesome, with our "Last GO party", Maundy Thursday and Good Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, totally lazy to type out the entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures, you're up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd97RrwYF3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zpdKizRBeHM/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd97RrwYF3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zpdKizRBeHM/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108828308838258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to WHACK a guy. I DO NOT want to WAX a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. What's wrong with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd966KKgA-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/KZhEhK0B0Mk/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd966KKgA-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/KZhEhK0B0Mk/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108424154612706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus with two irritating kids beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. Making an whole lot of noise too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd966LzPfPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PQ9aT-fVrLk/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd966LzPfPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PQ9aT-fVrLk/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108424593931506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. So according to Ming Yang, that old guy was checking out the girls in Geylang as we passed it on the bus. And was like, going to town on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965yNxdII/AAAAAAAAAWo/wCBdNcQIM_E/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965yNxdII/AAAAAAAAAWo/wCBdNcQIM_E/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108417725887618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Under the bridge downtown, that's where I drew some blood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965kJRGEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LzsmLfl5LvM/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965kJRGEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LzsmLfl5LvM/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108413948893250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Yang's big secret is out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965QJ9KRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/u1Ok1bIAxVU/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd965QJ9KRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/u1Ok1bIAxVU/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323108408583072018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. Yang brought a whole pile of games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they all couldn't run on my com, so I persuaded them to play Gunbound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was a stupid game and I'm embarrassed to say this, but we played it all through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96RdfDWZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M1coTpBl9VQ/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96RdfDWZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M1coTpBl9VQ/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107724966451602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. And so begins the "Gabriel's Inappropriate, Humping Montage"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, fun fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and Yang both said that Billy's butt was nice to sit on cause it's soft and comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96RNHI_8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MHCiU1kD_nk/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96RNHI_8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MHCiU1kD_nk/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107720571191234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Chris decided to take a break from woodcutting in Runescape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And started humping Yang's head, and Yang doesn't seem to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Q5qe-jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/svTfdps8dCw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Q5qe-jI/AAAAAAAAAV4/svTfdps8dCw/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107715350723122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp. Still doing his thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Q-UD2zI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JB4XDNSZ4NY/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Q-UD2zI/AAAAAAAAAVw/JB4XDNSZ4NY/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107716598848306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the story behind this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like 4am and I was a total wreck cause I could keep my eyes open anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys then decided to wake me up by humping me from all directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird thing was, it actually worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head was like, flung from front to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96BGdPYeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3qj9gkUeIVc/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96BGdPYeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3qj9gkUeIVc/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107443906929122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Talk about inappropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught Yang in a headlock as he tried to tie me up with a belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd950u6GeCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gY9B6JSEdKc/s400/7.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107231427098658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Well, somehow I always knew Yang was into these kinds of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess with Dong chionging Weiqi all the time, Yang is taking up his role as Dominator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step up his game, PLAYA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd950kw3B4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/lZVBqOA8vkQ/s400/6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107228703983490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Yupp. Those two guys were at it all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yupp. And that was "Gabriel's Inappropriate/Humping montage"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96RP8a1lI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WtxVS_1CdKk/s400/19.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107721331529298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson getting suited up for the big night. &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96BFOZhwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PyXyIO_p1aw/s400/14.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107443576243970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO party turned Gunbound party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sad bunch indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96A6dkwxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SIZPIRdLmFY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96A6dkwxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SIZPIRdLmFY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107440687104786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me=Totally wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson= OMGGG! I SO DO LOVE PLANTS~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Ak6Xe6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hOZy9pahUBE/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96Ak6Xe6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hOZy9pahUBE/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107434902289314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice picture that I took. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Althought Yang said that it looked like we were playing the R21 version on Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96AmxHcSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u3fmsows6lU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd96AmxHcSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/u3fmsows6lU/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107435400360226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gay peeps on Billy's destop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd951NBaDiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zKncNdkEW-g/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd951NBaDiI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zKncNdkEW-g/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107239510806050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson admiring some hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95067gZLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zaJCPvKLFqY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95067gZLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zaJCPvKLFqY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107234654217394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy watching some stuff which involves a girl on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd950rIvY_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MZG9xhLASqg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd950rIvY_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MZG9xhLASqg/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107230414758898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson is the next hottest icon in the GANGSTA RAP scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95oHkwmKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fUiiq8-hiRk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95oHkwmKI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fUiiq8-hiRk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107014710171810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some weird fetish that Billy has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking pictures of people sleeping. Totally cliche-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95oHFuvMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Vpi8h3ifwJc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95oHFuvMI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Vpi8h3ifwJc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107014580026562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris looks pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95n-S1ybI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RlyEDJl9oFM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95n-S1ybI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RlyEDJl9oFM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107012219095474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digging through our stuff when we were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95n-7Jm0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KsEklbQunKg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95n-7Jm0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KsEklbQunKg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107012388166466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It involving green tea and cup noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets ugly at GO parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95niPvjQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ufu0Hb4wv1M/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd95niPvjQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ufu0Hb4wv1M/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323107004689911042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes. That was what it was like all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUNBOUND. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 weeks of holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 Stayovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-674716331124244499?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/674716331124244499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/674716331124244499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd97RrwYF3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zpdKizRBeHM/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3246146444763322626</id><published>2009-04-10T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:37:07.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd9nbcFtGBI/AAAAAAAAATw/_04QYYsvKTU/s1600-h/3239014326_cfa6f0b49d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd9nbcFtGBI/AAAAAAAAATw/_04QYYsvKTU/s400/3239014326_cfa6f0b49d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323087005669464082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. PICTURE OF THE YEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories of a certain GO party that went out of hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3246146444763322626?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3246146444763322626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3246146444763322626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sd9nbcFtGBI/AAAAAAAAATw/_04QYYsvKTU/s72-c/3239014326_cfa6f0b49d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2880376435512681590</id><published>2009-04-01T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:52:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdNMVL2FiEI/AAAAAAAAATY/zo-_ga-echM/s400/4pmibsi.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319679511695296578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdNMVU41U-I/AAAAAAAAATg/Jzd-XCb0lZU/s400/fru2xi4.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319679514122736610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I spent the whole day listening/learning Red Hot Chili Pepper's older albums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they're so DAMN NICE. Got me so psyched up, I decided to do a post in their honour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Frusciante is just a guitar master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A monster on stage too, with awesome presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at the second picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the best band in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5386570827495760801-2880376435512681590?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2880376435512681590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2880376435512681590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdNMVL2FiEI/AAAAAAAAATY/zo-_ga-echM/s72-c/4pmibsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7491045941694852720</id><published>2009-04-01T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:27:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaha.&lt;div&gt;Yes. Went cycling with the guys again on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a different route this time, went through Kembangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, lazy to type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving the pictures tell the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6-4K33I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKICnowvmaw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6-4K33I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKICnowvmaw/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386591444787058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band of Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny cause if you zoom in, you can see me in a "bad-ass" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6otSW8I/AAAAAAAAATI/KbvwYc4D8rw/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6otSW8I/AAAAAAAAATI/KbvwYc4D8rw/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386585493560258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graeme's fave! Naked, blistering dudes on a hot sunny day at East Coast Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6nx3-AI/AAAAAAAAATA/OfnVHAWnCc4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6nx3-AI/AAAAAAAAATA/OfnVHAWnCc4/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386585244366850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool shot of me riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6Z3km3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q6qSR1fmSt0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6Z3km3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q6qSR1fmSt0/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386581510167410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graeme: I'm a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB5482WWI/AAAAAAAAASw/uNexGYbHO2Y/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB5482WWI/AAAAAAAAASw/uNexGYbHO2Y/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319386572673931618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the many overhead bridges that were a freaking chore to ascend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But incredibly fun to descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBWPLSoLI/AAAAAAAAASo/ycdCJIlmPUs/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBWPLSoLI/AAAAAAAAASo/ycdCJIlmPUs/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385960164794546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy feeling floppy just after about an hour into the expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVldV3RI/AAAAAAAAASg/i3VNTjH-8y4/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVldV3RI/AAAAAAAAASg/i3VNTjH-8y4/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385948966214930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww. Graeme, caught in the act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checking Jia Qing out. The shows up there, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVtAhVTI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xjxg9lhWecw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVtAhVTI/AAAAAAAAASY/Xjxg9lhWecw/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385950992815410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang sees Graeme doing that, gets jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And decides to make his own show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVba21oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/f3CNa2EVJYU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVba21oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/f3CNa2EVJYU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385946271438466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Uriah, caught in an awkward moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably thinking: "Why the hell am I even with these gay people?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVAVZi8I/AAAAAAAAASI/qp3vjWcLoPQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJBVAVZi8I/AAAAAAAAASI/qp3vjWcLoPQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385939000789954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then goes to have a haircut with us standing at the corner scrutinising him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1mECTvI/AAAAAAAAASA/YQ-GdnzbmQc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1mECTvI/AAAAAAAAASA/YQ-GdnzbmQc/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385399372697330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah's super happy with his haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does some shampoo comercial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the head spinning thing that makes your hair flip all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1W-WaBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/32DDv7ReSz8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1W-WaBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/32DDv7ReSz8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385395322316818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's me, flashing to Yang and Uriah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the disgusting tan lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1OL1h0I/AAAAAAAAARw/-gDPkufIJ4c/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1OL1h0I/AAAAAAAAARw/-gDPkufIJ4c/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385392962963266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe gets flicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1FG3nPI/AAAAAAAAARo/ngdiI99MAik/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA1FG3nPI/AAAAAAAAARo/ngdiI99MAik/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385390526209266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. While we were at Pasir Ris, Joseph suddenly had to pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we convinced him to go pee into the bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally weird cause if you turn the camera to the left, there would be a whole lot of ships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably loads of sailors looking at him pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA0v7O5gI/AAAAAAAAARg/QGaJKML_mx4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJA0v7O5gI/AAAAAAAAARg/QGaJKML_mx4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385384840259074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally misfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-7491045941694852720?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7491045941694852720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7491045941694852720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SdJB6-4K33I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xKICnowvmaw/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5472296210113372482</id><published>2009-03-29T19:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:46:12.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all.&lt;div&gt;Yes, I did it again. Posted the pictures in the opposite direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares. They're still photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventful weekend, with the GO party, Methodist Walk and then Jamming at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy to type anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I guess I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9rNxKsylI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7pLFM9Ipv4c/s400/3392603500_8a9d5344b8_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318587569228532306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird kid pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Offered me some cheese and made me think of Joseph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9rOfNoMjI/AAAAAAAAARY/UNapvTDmmUs/s400/3392601436_6e12dd7919_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318587581588845106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally cool picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9rNV6sATI/AAAAAAAAARI/0JhVxP1vtV0/s400/3392596428_65a16f49a4_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318587561913614642" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lwTdeqNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rYwxj5OZaNc/s1600-h/3392589476_e719a6122b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson going to town on that Lolli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lwTdeqNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rYwxj5OZaNc/s1600-h/3392589476_e719a6122b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lwTdeqNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rYwxj5OZaNc/s400/3392589476_e719a6122b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581565479889106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Methodist Walk 09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang and Chris were the only ones in slippers. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lwKvAAsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sRYvDu21cVE/s1600-h/3391781213_a40c6c46ec_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lwKvAAsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sRYvDu21cVE/s400/3391781213_a40c6c46ec_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581563137458882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris being totally provocative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nope. I'm not that easy, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lvw7WULI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NBDSbyTxNnc/s1600-h/3391780195_be6587637a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lvw7WULI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NBDSbyTxNnc/s400/3391780195_be6587637a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581556209930418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang fascinated by the astro turf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likes how it feels against his body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lvWfjDlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WnQ8o4vt4Os/s1600-h/3391778617_17769975e7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lvWfjDlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WnQ8o4vt4Os/s400/3391778617_17769975e7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581549114003026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Methodist Walk 09!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was basically it. Walking and talking. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lcT9pnxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eH1Ok-oDI_c/s1600-h/3391780417_57f34bd473_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lcT9pnxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eH1Ok-oDI_c/s400/3391780417_57f34bd473_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581222017441554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lb1SzKqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6PhQvk5Vw1g/s1600-h/3392592708_da66355f70_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lb1SzKqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6PhQvk5Vw1g/s400/3392592708_da66355f70_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581213784648354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what we do at GO Parties. We play cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbyx2ugI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zQnlfSidNws/s1600-h/3392592392_5c6068c9c1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbyx2ugI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zQnlfSidNws/s400/3392592392_5c6068c9c1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581213109598722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Self explainatory Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbmj3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MzXYYKL_TDk/s1600-h/3392591832_8b20a8fb0a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbmj3ZFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MzXYYKL_TDk/s400/3392591832_8b20a8fb0a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581209829696594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINK RANGER, TRANSFORM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbNAuYqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4M-6ru6_UBE/s1600-h/3392592900_f546795e41_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lbNAuYqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4M-6ru6_UBE/s400/3392592900_f546795e41_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581202971419298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some weird compeitition the guys were having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang's was actually bigger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lJVRvQjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OGsjBaOEyVY/s1600-h/3392591980_e51711b932_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lJVRvQjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OGsjBaOEyVY/s400/3392591980_e51711b932_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580895952618034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self Explainatory Chris. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lJOMFICI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fj-OOoOQgGY/s1600-h/3391783589_1cb7e99742_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lJOMFICI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fj-OOoOQgGY/s400/3391783589_1cb7e99742_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580894049837090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facial Torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lIpJOMFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f3Ml8y8Y38E/s1600-h/3391782985_256e123fc3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lIpJOMFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/f3Ml8y8Y38E/s400/3391782985_256e123fc3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580884105736274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Ming yang, totally in his league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lIWBDOlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ABK-pQc-7Hs/s1600-h/3391782005_200077b084_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lIWBDOlI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ABK-pQc-7Hs/s400/3391782005_200077b084_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580878971189842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. TOTALLY HILARIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It began when Ming Yang started humping Wilson's head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wilson took the beanbag and covered his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Yang asked Chris for help and he started humping Wilson too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Wilson's head was underneath the beanbag and was humped from side to side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lH8XFGbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qia1cFrtSow/s1600-h/3391785017_8a4a222414_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lH8XFGbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Qia1cFrtSow/s400/3391785017_8a4a222414_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580872084265394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwigv_wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3LNAu4o0kwE/s1600-h/3391791421_be50c9b21e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwigv_wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3LNAu4o0kwE/s400/3391791421_be50c9b21e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580470008512258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we went to the cemetary/forest and Jiaqing camoflaged himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go on guys, try to spot him. He is in there somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwRwDFUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aPXv3c70PiY/s1600-h/3391790713_15d6174a8a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwRwDFUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aPXv3c70PiY/s400/3391790713_15d6174a8a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580465509274946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Qing and his pimped up AK-47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life size, actual weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwHBnt9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zuhh_DQEGh4/s1600-h/3392601274_27f987c9cb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwHBnt9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zuhh_DQEGh4/s400/3392601274_27f987c9cb_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580462630189010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me killing two mosquitoes simultaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9lww0gZ0I/AAAAAAAAARA/8W1hSI5VJjg/s400/3392604994_1f63b1b83f_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318581573361100610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male bonding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy took it a little far though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kwP-4XJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Vk7Zismo5xM/s400/3392605222_e60948451f_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580465034615954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Qing taking Ivan down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kv3rtN4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/q7VwsQ5gGag/s1600-h/3391798411_8884b70656_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kv3rtN4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/q7VwsQ5gGag/s400/3391798411_8884b70656_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318580458511742850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The healthier choice. WHAT CHOICE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kR0OYC9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IpXUQFKIYyw/s1600-h/3392605510_84f7faca1c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kR0OYC9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IpXUQFKIYyw/s400/3392605510_84f7faca1c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579942187338706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy by day. VALU by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRrOc2YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tyLelJHDqXM/s1600-h/3392605650_6389a50529_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRrOc2YI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tyLelJHDqXM/s400/3392605650_6389a50529_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579939771734402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ming Yang and long gun.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRTgMH9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/sPeopxF2mDY/s400/3392609256_cded5a0254_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579933403684818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang smiling at me suggestively. What happened next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRewgaPI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5drm8rTGgKM/s400/3391797835_fe4a43d897_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579936424913138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRS1nWJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/obH1UBBQNBY/s1600-h/3392607752_1697c259d7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9kRS1nWJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/obH1UBBQNBY/s400/3392607752_1697c259d7_o.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318579933225113746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good old bookshop aunty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MSHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, disgusting, totally gay memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5386570827495760801-5472296210113372482?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5472296210113372482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5472296210113372482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sc9rNxKsylI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7pLFM9Ipv4c/s72-c/3392603500_8a9d5344b8_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-742202523893237218</id><published>2009-03-21T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:56:50.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTXvFAHI/AAAAAAAAANw/dXW-9d-5hk0/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTXvFAHI/AAAAAAAAANw/dXW-9d-5hk0/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638775295311986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson, living his fantasy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about plants and spectacles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTVvv8II/AAAAAAAAANo/2pHRVTUTsiE/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTVvv8II/AAAAAAAAANo/2pHRVTUTsiE/s400/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638774761255042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, failing badly to act cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, Wilson took my glasses and I couldn't see anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really know how this picture came to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxS3lE-7I/AAAAAAAAANg/LnGDHMlJzxc/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxS3lE-7I/AAAAAAAAANg/LnGDHMlJzxc/s400/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638766663433138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the tan lines, babeyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice Jia Liang's interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxSeu8HYI/AAAAAAAAANY/Yi1nXbxfkSk/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxSeu8HYI/AAAAAAAAANY/Yi1nXbxfkSk/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638759993908610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTTiifqI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UD9N9vt8wzw/s400/IMG_0122.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315638774168977058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The insanely long road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cycled 40km through East Coast.&lt;div&gt;Was caught in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited an hour for Beaver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went prawning but didn't catch anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed the last bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked from Ang Mo Kio to TKG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I do it all over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL YEAHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-742202523893237218?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/742202523893237218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/742202523893237218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/wilson-living-his-fantasy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/ScTxTXvFAHI/AAAAAAAAANw/dXW-9d-5hk0/s72-c/IMG_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2912938083471118631</id><published>2009-03-16T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:47:18.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's pictures time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while trying to work blogger's screwed up image uploader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a dumb mistake and uploaded everything backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the pictures are actually from last to first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb060lBcQuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fQR97CliFCY/s1600-h/n521275425_2036383_6952120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb060lBcQuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fQR97CliFCY/s400/n521275425_2036383_6952120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467810332820194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Uriah and his brother Samuel. OHWAIT.&lt;br /&gt;Made me and Noelle laugh alot. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb060BKroBI/AAAAAAAAANI/fXn1OaYjPds/s1600-h/n521275425_2035922_4430512.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb060BKroBI/AAAAAAAAANI/fXn1OaYjPds/s400/n521275425_2035922_4430512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467800707899410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tall Benedict :) Short Noelle :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06zV-FNfI/AAAAAAAAANA/J4tEWctcGuc/s1600-h/n521275425_2035920_4470550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06zV-FNfI/AAAAAAAAANA/J4tEWctcGuc/s400/n521275425_2035920_4470550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467789112325618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict is urk-ed by that woman, just for being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06oiTvdFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/S45i7SWze8w/s1600-h/n521275425_2035914_3211668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06oiTvdFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/S45i7SWze8w/s400/n521275425_2035914_3211668.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467603445838930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle zooming by at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06ods_klI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v2uQWBG8xGI/s1600-h/n521275425_2035910_608269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06ods_klI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v2uQWBG8xGI/s400/n521275425_2035910_608269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467602209575506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk if you're horny! Gay postman picture, totally appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06oH1MQQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hrb6JkoRXm8/s1600-h/n521275425_2035909_6362662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06oH1MQQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hrb6JkoRXm8/s400/n521275425_2035909_6362662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467596338381058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06n-a1WlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J06x9O68_w8/s1600-h/n521275425_2035906_2587092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06n-a1WlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/J06x9O68_w8/s400/n521275425_2035906_2587092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467593811909202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict salutes. For no reason, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06nK9qvyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/49lBmg-VgyA/s1600-h/n521275425_2035905_3798407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06nK9qvyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/49lBmg-VgyA/s400/n521275425_2035905_3798407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467579999371042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have a vision for tomorrow...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06Vwd0GKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZIWI5PYH0Fk/s1600-h/n521275425_2035898_5421708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06Vwd0GKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZIWI5PYH0Fk/s400/n521275425_2035898_5421708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467280828668066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird thing Noelle did with two cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06V3CjugI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lO9Yr1LEUzY/s1600-h/n521275425_2035897_4740351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06V3CjugI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lO9Yr1LEUzY/s400/n521275425_2035897_4740351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467282593397250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From way up top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06VXDvgRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/L6gtvJWc5DM/s1600-h/n521275425_2035895_7422634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06VXDvgRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/L6gtvJWc5DM/s400/n521275425_2035895_7422634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467274008428818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To way up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06VB8r6AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C5VN7kplQ-4/s1600-h/n521275425_2035890_5443333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06VB8r6AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C5VN7kplQ-4/s400/n521275425_2035890_5443333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467268341688322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict is enjoying his ice-cream WAY too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06UZtrNxI/AAAAAAAAALw/yNNfi3MjIJI/s1600-h/n521275425_2035886_726160.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb06UZtrNxI/AAAAAAAAALw/yNNfi3MjIJI/s400/n521275425_2035886_726160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313467257541310226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Uriah's thinking: Ugh, more pictures. Fine, I'll smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Noelle's thinking: OMG. IT'S NOT RUM AND RAISIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-2912938083471118631?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2912938083471118631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2912938083471118631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-pictures-time-anyway-while-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/Sb060lBcQuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fQR97CliFCY/s72-c/n521275425_2036383_6952120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6413946084977146154</id><published>2009-03-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:12:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;Finally decided to update again cause I realised I've got lots of free time.&lt;div&gt;And I don't want my mind to wander off to what we'll be doing at the Milk Party tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only going to update about today cause I can't really remember the days before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I actually tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's worship was phenomenal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music wise and of course, how each song told of God's sovereignty and might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminds us again who actually is in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked how the entire worship was a medley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And especially the first song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the piano/keyboard combination really harmonised and complimented each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the guitar's delay resonating around the entire choir room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure He loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Benjamin was being totally weird during service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, we were singing halfway, then he tapped me and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, Dawn's skirt looks weird today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he went on during sermon about rimming and chimpanzees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what goes on in that little head of his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service ended after Benedict and I gave this totally crappy/unprepared annoucement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Benedict gave this mini-rant on how the ACSI's canteen is called the SAC/ Student Activity Centre even though it serves the purpose of a canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung out with the usual bunch after church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhored with Uriah, Noelle and Benedict upstairs with Uriah's new webcam, in-built in his new laptop. Yes, you heard it right, Uriah bought this $3k laptop and it's damn nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, he could run Left4dead at full graphics and the screen was so wide and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it was incredibly huge for a laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess there's a price for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, Enough of the geeky envy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, had class today and it was Daniel 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you guys, but as much as the book is interesting and etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the lessons get abit repeititive cause you learn the same stuff every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God is sovereign and is in control of everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess it's better than filling your mind with thrash music. Quote ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally used out of context. But who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir was fun, practised Siya Humba and some other song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunched with the same bunch opposite, Ryan left after lunch, then the rest of us went to PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this time Benedict followed us, which was quite a change from the norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why PS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah wanted to buy something at Otaku house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle wanted to buy a diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict wanted to buy music books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where can you find all those, PS of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I'm advertising for them or something. Hmmmm......?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire trip waas quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict was being his usual gay self, trying to embrace me and putting his finger in Uriah's ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle was being super weird as well, telling me to look at boobs all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the anime one and the MRT station women. (HAHAHHA. Yes, I actually posted this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Uriah was being all flu-ey and sneezey, his usual self actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got all their stuff. Well, except Noelle, cause she couldn't find anything she wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we parted ways at cityhall station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah came over to my place and we meddled around with our laptops and he took some files from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried out games and stuff, then he left at 7pm cause we had to go for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Aunty Lily downstairs and so decided to have dinner together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at some Yong Tau Foo place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came back home and Denise meddled around with my friends on Skype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yes, that was my Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why, but I'm looking forward to the milk party tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As well as the cycling trip on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I don't fall again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6413946084977146154?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6413946084977146154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6413946084977146154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-finally-decided-to-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2748271112030857830</id><published>2009-03-03T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:19:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know.&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to think of something to start this update with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought to myself: "Nig-nag-paddy-wag-peek-a-dog-a-boo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Let's just start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday started really early cause Tess had to be at church at 8am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached church at around 8am, Then went over to the hawker centre for the usual breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate quickly, then walked back down to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strolled into the choir room, and everyone I saw was like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I probably had to explain the whole series of events 20++ times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wish the dumb guy "UGHHHHH" could be the answer to every question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worship did something special for me this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know what it was, but it felt great. And the musicians did a great job too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked how Ryan came in with the guitar to "How Great is Our God". Very very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to the third storey after service and the people started signing on my cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle drew this smiley face and a rainbow, which eventually turned into a devillish pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict was using a pink marker and writing lyrics all over. And of course, "I heart Benedict"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah signed "I love YUI" and Denise just wrote her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, some colour to the dull and ugly cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courteousy of Perry, Beaver and Dong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class then started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson on Daniel Three. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the story of Daniel friends and the furnace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God honours those who honours him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had choir after class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're now learning a new song with the adult choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but I'm a little intimidated by the adult choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe cause I'm new in the choir or that I don't exactly have the most amazing voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess this will probably fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adult choir people are nice people anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Aunty Tershian and Aunty Sok Hong etcetc. Just to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helped Benjamin with his CCA thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to film a short video about some weird managers and a highly suggestive CEO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Michael Ong, the guy I'm vague familiar from the camp afterglow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we started filming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah, Noelle, Kevin and Michael were the weird managers wearing shades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin was the highly suggestive CEO, wearing shades and a blazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me? Well, I was the cameraman who was dying of laughter all through the filming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the filming ended with everyone looking weird and me with my jaws hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle wanted to get some birthday presents for her friends and her mum., so Uriah and I decided to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a train to Citylink and walked around abit before heading to Marina square cause she couldn't find anything to get from City link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around somemore and found some flower thing for her friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked into times to look for a book for her mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah nose was acting up again, so he left to walk around or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked around and eventually found a devotional book for her mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. I hope Aunty Hong Hong doesn't read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Before I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happened, super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle: EH, That like, the third time you dropped your phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she arranges her shopping bags and then she drops her phone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabriel: You were saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAAH. Hmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked around Prints to find some frame for some photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Uriah joined us again and we all went our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, it's another outing with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we went to Changi Airport to walk around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Chris in the morning at Ang Mo Kio cause I needed to collect my medical report from the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I don't know why they can't just send it to TP like how they do with the SP people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me come down just to collect a piece of paper. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Jia qing, Mingyang and Billy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I realised was this black, gothic thing on Jiaqing's arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out then that it was NOT dominator accessories but a cosplay costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to eat at the Terminal 2 Airport staff canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food there was great. Really. Just that it's abit cut off from the main terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate some Japanese food and shared Indian Rojak with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph then joined us and he stole our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy then made a concoction with bandung, ice, mayonaise, chilli, soup and cucumber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, JOSEPH TASTED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, Joseph is wildest gay-straight dude you'll ever see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a totally fun guy to hangout with. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around and had totally nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, we decided to eat lunch again. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is what happens when you throw a bunch of people with nothing to do with their lives together. They get real fat and slimy cause they eat and sleep all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at Popeyes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really buy anything, but I took their fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took some pictures and wasted our day there at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a good day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I'm really struggling to finish this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ohwell. I'll stick to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, went out with the guys again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, to Marina Barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with the guys at 10am at Marina Bay station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we started playing cards cause Ryan was late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, Ryan came and we went up stairs, only to find out that it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went back down to the underpass and sat there to play cards again. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, the thing about when people with too much time and nothing to do with their lives are thrown together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the clouds cleared and we made our way to the Marina Barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked for about halfanhour and talked to dong along the way before we reached the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked about super rebonded hair and watchmen and ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing Ryan did when we reached was to squat at the thing that spills water mist so that it wets his butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, his excuse was to use the mist to clean his pants, but we all see through him. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marina Barrage is a cool place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice landscaping and is just an architectual marvel as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked around and soaked our feets at the fountain while Mingyang went around taking pictures of stuff and us fooling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were walking around the place when the security guard told us to move into shelter cause they had some lightning warning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw some ITE girls who were running around in the water fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but why would anyone come to Marina Barrage just to play in the water and get all wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then took the shuttle bus back and realised how dumb we were to walk all the way from Marina Bay station to the Marina Barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a train down to Bugis cause we were all hungry and we needed food fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walked around Bugis in search of some buffet restaurant but to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up eating at some hawker centre which sells great duck rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished eating, we were still hungry, so we decided to go to Aijisen to eat again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, we ate lunch twice again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally going to get sooo fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Dong left us and eventually so did Jiaqing and Billy after our second lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I didn't bring my house keys, I couldn't go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to go down to Yang's place to hang around first, and so did Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I had to get my ID picture done anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Yang and Ryan decided to follow me to the ICA building to get my ID done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently they had phototaking booths on every level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the queue got shorter as we progress up the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tells alot about how lazy Singaporeans are huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the 5th level, where there was virtually no queue and got it done really quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went up to Yang's house and I was just so tired I fell asleep on the chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up only to find Yang naked and they were playing some Halo soccer thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched them for a while before deciding to leave for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm skyping with them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Jiaqing's malay bits and Joseph singing and everyone laughing at Graeme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally lazy to post pictures on my blog nowadays cause I've posted everything on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be sure to go to my pictures and check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2748271112030857830?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2748271112030857830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2748271112030857830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6682012665555538764</id><published>2009-02-25T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:01:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd just slip in a short, short one before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling with the guys was awesome, as usual of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I travelled at speeds that I never thought I'd travel on a bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our journey to Changi village was nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travelled at a leisure pace so that everyone could catch up and have a feel of our bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Graeme decided to go ahead and then we lost him when he went straight when we all turned into the path leading to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached Changi village after cycling for about 1hour45minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate a whole bunch of stuff as usual and we realised that it was drizzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we packed up our stuff and rode like we never rode before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Chris were going at 27km/h perpetually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And being a noob cyclist like me, it was quite the achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I think I'm starting to improve abit. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Then stuff happened and etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me realised something thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That its only through little tests like these that you realised how awesome friends are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving money and stuff without hesitation and how Chris accompanied me through everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I look at these bunch of people I hang out with and can't help but smile to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause behind all the crazy/insane/sick stuff that we do to each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still root for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys may hate it, but we're going to be friends for a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Synchro-bused with Mingyang at around 4.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And together, we made the incredibly long journey to harbourfront.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Darren and Dara at VIVO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a few pictures and they laughed at my arm etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to take a walk while we wait for Chris and Wilson to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, Yang wanted to go to Daiso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went in and window shopped abit, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took pictures of weird/sick stuff we saw, like Mingyang posing with boxers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we decided to walk around on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson and Chris came soon after and so we decided to go to Carl's Junior for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner wasn't too bad, just to usual huge burger and nice, thick fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked about some of the stuff that happened during secondary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beaver scaning the area for onlookers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that there's no one looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flips the dick-flip-book vigourously."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mr. Chew's Asian Beaver!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ZIM ZIM ZALA BIM"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Tried my best to remember everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's the most I can dig up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Beaver arrived, ate, and we left to watch "SlumDog Millionaire".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that there was this Eurasian couple behind me and Mingyang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they rested their feet between our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the thing was, their feet smelt worst than when Mingyang soaked his penis in ammonia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, guess who co-created that line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had waves of foul smelling gas passing through our area every 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me, I have no idea how that is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than that, it was a great movie experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was supposed to be medical checkup day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left house at 11.15 and reached AMK hub at around 12 to meet Perry and Jeremy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Jeremy Ong, the only Marist I know that is in TP Psychology too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to the interchange to meet up with Chris and Wilson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then headed over to Fish&amp;amp;Co for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked up to the arcade after lunch and met Graeme there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were walking up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 policemen came up to us and asked us to give them our names and address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, do we look threatening in any way, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait. I'll have to reconsider that statement. We did have Chris with us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked down to the SATA clinic to have our checkup but the queue was really long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone came up with the idea to meet up tomorrow, early in the morning and have our checkups instead. For now, we should go shoot some zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say, Boys will always be boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the clinic and headed down to Paradiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lan-ed with the guys till about 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then led them all to Bugis station and went home from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All part of my masterplan to make Wilson and Chris take the green line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'm blogging and listening to Yang eat SPAAGG-HEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I should really be going off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to sleep cause I'm waking up at 6am to meet the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for the pictures on Yang's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6682012665555538764?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6682012665555538764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6682012665555538764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-thought-id-just-slip-in-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6146721789681095891</id><published>2009-02-22T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:13:39.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After doing fun and crazy stuff all week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally succeeded in persuading myself to type out another update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was quite cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked again for PA with Yang, but instead of sales promotion like the last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to distribute and register Marathon packages to some "Newton" marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Yang at 8am, which is incredibly early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked over to Sengkang CC to meet some guy called Gerald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then briefed us on the stuff we needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment I met him, i realised he had a Peter Griffin chin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the "Balls-chin". HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked for an hour or so before these two St. Nicks girls came to help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they're names were Ruth and Chowlin or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Yang and I would be talking to the people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we'll tell the girls the number, then they'll get us the stuff to pass to the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of the time, they just slacked off at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was basically it for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was fun nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking and joking around about the FBT guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how the girl fated to be with Wilson had to have a square thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like: A PERFECT FIT! YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So church today was weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, that feeling where you have no feelings whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that was how i felt about church today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played bass for worship cause i swapped with Uriah on friday during worship practise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Psallo Chorus sang today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great, I think we sounded far better than we did at practise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was quite amazed that I managed to memorise the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess repeitition really helps you to remember stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hung out with Noelle, Uriah and Benedict at our 92ers class after service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we had no class or choir and we had to wait for the 90ers to finish their CG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so fun hanging out with these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict gay around with us and he licked my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle was arranging M&amp;amp;Ms in a heart shape, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then taking pictures of it, then tagging them as us on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Uriah was just laughing hysterically at everything that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay Noelle, I'm going to make the ultimate sacrifice for you, I'm going to seduce that guy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO DAMN FUNNYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Ryan at the MRT station, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to Kenny Rogers at Marina square for lunch with the 90ers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was a little draggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe cause they drugged the mash potatoes and made me extremely sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the 90ers after lunch to help Noelle get a swim suit for PE tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Yes, like 3 guys following a girl to buy a swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked during the entire shopping trip and conversations became extremely funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Noelle suddenly asking me if biting the ear would turn you on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Uriah telling me about how his butt sweats uncontrolably after a shopping trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ryan believing that the chop would fuse to his skin if he didn't wash it away after 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ryan doing the "GorGor" thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how Uriah kept zapping Noelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was basically all the funny quotes/stuff I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Noelle finally found a swimsuit and then we left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling tomorrow with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6146721789681095891?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6146721789681095891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6146721789681095891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-doing-fun-and-crazy-stuff-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7366011702952938535</id><published>2009-02-11T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:05:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a blast riding with da brudas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I'm constantly coming up with new names to call our clique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycling is actually quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I hate repetitive movements,  nothing can beat thrill and excitement biking can bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should really do this again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rode for more than 22km, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great lunch at Changi Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rode 22km back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was so happy when i finished the planned route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to find Dong, Chris and JQ eating burger king at the beach-table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm quite impressed by JQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat but fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike me, skinny and skanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Dong, I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why skanky?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph was lagging behind alot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And was looking totally wasted during the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who can blame him, I remember my first cycling trip with Dong and Yang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we took a bus to Paradiz for the usual zombie shredding session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played for 2 hours before heading off to SGH to visit my Grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A super summarized version of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7366011702952938535?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7366011702952938535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7366011702952938535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7935430468853992831</id><published>2009-02-09T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:15:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come back to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7935430468853992831?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7935430468853992831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7935430468853992831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-seemed-so-surreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5183035818607740177</id><published>2009-02-05T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:03:00.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then it struck me.&lt;div&gt;How death can strike time and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we least expected it, when we could least prepare ourselves for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very often, we are thrown into situations like that that we never thought we could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a times, we come out unscathed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other times, it crushes the very soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do we do when God chooses to test you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5183035818607740177?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5183035818607740177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5183035818607740177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/02/then-it-struck-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3963748103028103907</id><published>2009-01-31T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:18:58.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, What can I say.&lt;div&gt;I thought it through and prayed about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that's the way you paved for me, I'm going through with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3963748103028103907?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3963748103028103907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3963748103028103907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellwhat-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3778085044424301027</id><published>2009-01-21T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:23:34.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the disturbing, slimy, green stayover's I've been to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one has got to be the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we did must never spoken of again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MACHO MACHO MAN."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IN THE NAVY."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'M JUST A GIGOLO."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the suggestive, gay songs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We binge ate Macdonalds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played some weird game and talked all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that Perry had a thing for jazz. The older kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris had an encounter with the saxaphone master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson dug nerdy plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JL had abbs of steel and bulging biceps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, I knew my friends a tat better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3778085044424301027?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3778085044424301027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3778085044424301027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-of-all-disturbing-slimy-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6215267939207512624</id><published>2009-01-15T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:10:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I got 10 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm starting to think that it's not much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it, Jialing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Submitted my choices and I'm hoping I get into SAJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm just a commoner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't know JAE could get this pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6215267939207512624?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6215267939207512624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6215267939207512624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-9213623973571390653</id><published>2009-01-12T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:45:39.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;div&gt;So, 12th of January is finally here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I freaking out. Totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-9213623973571390653?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9213623973571390653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9213623973571390653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4669831699687815008</id><published>2009-01-09T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:50:02.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHHAA.&lt;div&gt;This week have been packed and really really fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided not to blog about afterglow cause it's everywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also cause I was too lazy to draft out the post. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love outings with the gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're so nice to hang out with. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Went out with Chris, Hadrain, Wilson and JL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaver could've came but he cancelled cause he was too lazy to leave the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, met at Wilson's house at around 12pm, then took a bus to Paya Lebar station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not suppose to say this, but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JL doesn't read my blog anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, JL and I were walking down Paya Lebar road, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while talking, he walked right into a road divider thing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a tiny stone pillar with the yellow thing around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it slammed into his crotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, you won't know how clumsy JL is until you actually go out with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tripping on stuff, knocking into walls, dropping things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he doesn't like bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, who doesn't like bread?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That means no burgers, no toast, no peanut butter and jam slices etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH. AND "I WANT A BIG COKE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Does the weird hand action*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, that guy is plain AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat and funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up with Hadrain and went for lunch at Yoshinoya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I use to be crazy about Yoshinoya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does what Pastamania does to me now, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Although i don't really know Hadrain well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell that he really put on quite abit of extra pounds. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to play pool for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then carried on to watch Transporter 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was like most action films, fast-paced, action-packed, lousy plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung out with the guys again, this time at Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Wilson and did a tiny tiny 2-man jam thing. Which failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dong came over and we decided to go over to his house to jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we jammed and it was damn damn damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially the first two jams, according to Wilson, but i liked the repetitive rock-ish one better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should've totally recorded the jams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Chris on the way to Dong's house and we all left at 6pm to play basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basketball was quite fun, especially since I haven't really exercised since the last PE lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was probably 5 months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played till about 8pm, then we had to leave the court cause there were some people doing Taiji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to have dinner cause I was really hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I dragged the whole group along. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ate and talked beside the basketball court, watching the people do Taiji till 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching up with the guys is fun. Especially with Chris around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that the rest were dull and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played basketball again till about 10pm, then left for Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathed, chatted on msn, then fell asleep at 2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is extremely early when staying over at Wilson's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at around 4am, the guys were still awake, then fell asleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then woke up again at 11pm. This time the guys were sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i turned on my computer and started doing stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go to the SP open house but cause we were all tired, we decided not to go, but Howard and Graeme still wanted to go, so they left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met them up again at PS and we watched Bedtime Stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I summarised Thursday so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, 2am and i'm really tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4669831699687815008?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4669831699687815008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4669831699687815008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahhaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-9082770305696397449</id><published>2009-01-01T16:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:05:09.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR~!!&lt;div&gt;Spending the first day of 2009 with the YI people was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm suppose to start blogging about last sunday first, so I tell you about today in just a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;SUNDAY: 28/12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last sunday of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love year ends and beginning of the new year cause it gives everyone the chance to be incredibly sentimental about stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this, being the first blog post of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service was servce, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I sang with the Youth Choir, along with some of the other NCMs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang "We were the Reason", and we laid it out beautifully although many people from the Youth choir were missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Kev left their friends here at TA and went to Wesley methodist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict was at some camp thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agnes is having SHINGLES. etcetc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally decided to join the Youth Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After years and years of persuasion from Uriah, Ben, Kev and Noelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found it really meaningful and fun when we all practised together for carolling and christmas services. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much that I want to do it again and again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right. I'm going to tell Tim this sunday and it'll be official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Back to sunday's stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the church is giving each of us $10 as christmas presents, Fanghao thought it would be better if we all went for lunch after service at Burger King, Amara Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, thats where we went and ordered our burgers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i had this sudden craving for fries, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i ate both ryan and my share of fries since he didn't really want his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we discussed abit about this year's syllabus and then talked abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And baby Daniel was there too, so it made it abit more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I discovered a plot to trick me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the tricksters decided to trick Noelle instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, her face when it happened, funniest thing I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offence though. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guys then decided to come over to my place to hang out for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my acoustic guitar back, so now i have 4 guitars at my place. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 'tiny' jammed abit and then Noelle got really excited cause it was her first time touching an electric guitar and also doubly excited cause my dog was there and she has never had a dog so close to her before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught Noelle some songs cause she wanted to learn them and i must say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She picked on quite fast, contrary to what she thinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I realised I suck at explaining stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then uriah and noelle wanted to play Hotel 626,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played abit but stopped cause Uriah and Noelle freaked out at the baby part. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they hung around a little while longer, then decided to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;WEDNESDAY: NEW YEAR'S EVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settler's with the sec-4 people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Noelle and Ryan at PS at around 2pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw the Noelle's wedding rings and freaked out abit on the inside. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah was totally out of reach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, his phone was switched off and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to leave first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached Settler's after walking abit from PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we started with our first game: HELLI GALLI. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun when you win stuff. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then carried on with this game called ingenius, then squeeky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Josh came and we continued playing squeeky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then uriah came and told us he overslept and his sim card fell out of his phone and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we had like, 5 people already, we decided to play Sitting Ducks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that game! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, the most fun board game ever. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played that twice, then got a little bored of it, so we played this game called "Telepath".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got bored of that too, so we played "Hit and Miss".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we knew it, it was 6pm, so we met up with the others at Marina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were playing pool, so we joined in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played the first round like, SEC4s VS J2s+EDMUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played Girls VS Guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I was Gabrielle and Sam was Samantha at camp, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made us join the Girls group. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hannah, sam and noelle were really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle even shot the black ball in and made us win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she should go pro. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at Shokudo Japanese restaurant after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some, Mache-style restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deserts are not bad, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then left for watchnight service, which starts at 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to Jonk's house with Marck, Hannah, Josh and Uriah to sleepover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been blogging for 4 hours already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think i can type anymore without boring you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd just show you the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzfILWckQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cgg4L66V0C4/s320/n521685562_1710426_667.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345394205004034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sec4s. I love these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we look better cause Ben and Kev isn't here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzkMtpGaDI/AAAAAAAAALg/NOA_ZYWvSyQ/s320/n521685562_1710431_1909.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286350969687664690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzjxBSfc-I/AAAAAAAAALY/DQt9xCpiSuc/s320/n521685562_1710430_1658.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286350493925209058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzh9fKT5BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/GpYGHP8gp7w/s320/n663697608_1053742_2468.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348509079135250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watchnight service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzfIf2aHvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MH-v04ZG9oY/s320/n521685562_1710437_3439.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345399707770610" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzhzUsqltI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pmmvIg9vTnQ/s320/n521685562_1710438_3693.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348334471747282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing to watch this really scary show called 4bia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzh0QX-ygI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bm3AVjhHuG0/s320/n521685562_1710445_5492.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348350491118082" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzhzxdQZbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rLOTTm8CY2Q/s320/n521685562_1710444_5229.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348342191744434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping conditions! Me, Jonk and hannah on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice me sleeping on jonk's butt. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzhzcKsonI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GhhZn9aUbL4/s320/n521685562_1710442_4718.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348336476758642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzh0ioGbnI/AAAAAAAAALA/DSUaDWJa2yU/s320/n521685562_1710447_6013.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348355390566002" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzh9PWIuRI/AAAAAAAAALI/FeVOzxTN7aY/s320/n521685562_1710452_7383.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286348504833767698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling out at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And theres Marck trying ot be a model in the function room while we were pingponging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was my New year's eye/New year's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to go stayover at Wilson's but decided not to cause I'm really tired after Jonk's house last night. Having fun takes alot out of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful i don't have school tomorrow. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-9082770305696397449?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9082770305696397449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9082770305696397449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-spending-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SVzfILWckQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cgg4L66V0C4/s72-c/n521685562_1710426_667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5458463561638321220</id><published>2008-12-26T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:42:11.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling horrible now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, feverish, bloated and all lerthagic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I haven't really recovered after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry i stopped halfway through my Mawai camp posts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have no mood to blog at all these few days, and also cause it's getting a little busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, since I've been resting at home, i'd figured I'll keep myself occupied by blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WEDNESDAY: CHRISTMAS EVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the morning with Uriah and Kevin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who were both really late so i had to wait a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lan-ed from 10am to around 12:45pm cause we were supposed to meet the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, met up with Noelle and Benjamin, and left for Settler's Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Settler's cafe was the high point of my day, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played some reflex games, like UGLY, the Dinosaur game and Heli-Gali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i owned at Heli-Gali for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, fever heightens up your senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then played this really really fun game called "Sitting Ducks".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a game about shooting each others ducks and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought we killed Ben and Kevin but realised that we had 6 ducks each instead of 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we restarted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up making alliances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, Ben and Kevin, of course, and Uriah, Noelle and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben and Kevin kept talking even though alliances were supposed to be discreet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played more games, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the Explorer game and this word game which i totally forgot the name of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lots of fun even though i was starting to feel a bloated and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the fun nullified the weird feelings a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE SHOULD GO TO SETTLER'S CAFE AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we should invite Joshua. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, left at around 5:45pm to church for carolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolling was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The singing was nice, and YI did a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went from Kevin's house to Bernard's house, then YiJie's house and finally, Elizabeth's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screwed the guitar parts abit at Bernard's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it, the line-skipping thing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt queazy each time i was in a house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it went away everytime we went back into the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was damn funny also, when Marck started hitting on Denise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're as sweet as these sweets"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"M&amp;amp;Ms. Marck, and Marck."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedict then cut in halfway and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Marck, stop it lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so obvious that I'm the man for you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made everyone freak out abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Joshua came to the back and made a fool of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"TA4!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended at around 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we all left from Elizabeth's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise left her bag there so we had to drive to her house to pass it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept as soon as I reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THURSDAY: CHRISTMAS DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. I realised I didn't say that at the beginning of the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up quite early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought of whether to go to church or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i thought Jonk's christmas party, then felt my own forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I wasn't feeling too bad, I'd figured I'd go and have as much fun as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, it's christmas, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached church at around 9.15, went for breakfast, then went into church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met the guys at the ground floor and we practised abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For HE was born......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang it during carolling as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we did well, cause the congregation actually clapped for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they ONLY clapped for us, according to Benedict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lunch, then left for Jonk's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a bus and sat besides Benjamin, Benedict and Kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listened to some of Benjamin's songs and then the three started singing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm used to it already anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got owned at Halo by Leonard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then played the cups game with some of the other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then sat around watching youtube clips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then played the guitar with ryan abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck around the house till about 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then watched the "My Hope - Singapore" Videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was served after that and it was fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved the food, though i tried to stay away from some of the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys played this horror game called "Hotel 626".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was abit weird though, cause it wasn't exactly scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's just me anyway, don't know about the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to be affected alot by stuff like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I got over them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung around a little more and then hitched a ride from Benjamin's parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home exhausted and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know about you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But spending Christmas with close friends and family really does it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and for who had gifts for me, THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ryan, I loved the cute and cuddly camel that roamed the desert under a hot sun and is now happy to share his warmth with me for many years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5458463561638321220?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5458463561638321220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5458463561638321220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-856988450416208017</id><published>2008-12-20T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:03:15.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;div&gt;So let's continue where we left off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to sleep at around 10.30 cause it was lights-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laid around the safari bed for like 2 hours before falling asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But woke up again at around 3am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah and Justin were already awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I turned and saw Benjamin, who was also awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we started talking about stuff from the rapture to siamese twins to the devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite fun, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep again soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;DAY 2: MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 5am cause i needed to bathe and didn't want to have to wait for people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water was freezing but at least the conditions were bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with breakfast, which was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then devotion, then worship, then a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had a briefing cause we needed to know what to bring for the hike up Gurung Arung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is, quite obviously, a mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we left for the mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached after a two hour journey and stopped over at a chalet to have toilet break and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this place cause there was a dead cat, the toilets were roach-infested and i sunk my leg into some brown liquid which was questionable. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the chalet soon after for the base of GURUNG ARUNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we hiked up the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was actually quite gruelling for me cause it was my first exercise in 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already come to terms with being fat and unfit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was damn happy when i reached the summit and looked down at the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the best moment in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate our packed lunch and then had devotion at the summit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was cool, but i couldn't really concentrate cause i was looking around alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its amazing how the weather turned towards our favour twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pouring heavily for the pass day but when we stepped out of the bus, the rain just stopped. It's like it was on cue or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the moment Elder Lee ended his devotion, it started to pour again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely God's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, it rained, so we started to make our descend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down was thrilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when there were challenging areas, where the rocks were jutting out or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it got really muddy and steep so we had to cling on the ropes and branches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And slowly make our way towards the base again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, we almost died in there you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tree almost fell on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, we were walking down the muddy part of the slope, then we heard this loud sound of something cracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah, Noelle and I then went like: Oh SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tree behind us start to fall and landed just about 10 feet away from us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Near death experience. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely God's work. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, all the talk and you probably won't get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0ECaYJecI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8uIaGkymsRg/s320/n663697608_1012394_260.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882377462315458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from the base of Gurung Arung. Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0ECZV-BKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bzE1xEpIR_s/s320/n663697608_1012395_567.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882377184740514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's the chalet i was talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0ECjmNo4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/F_P8AqhWooI/s320/n844810216_5133224_6371.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882379937227650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is just all of us at the base of the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're thinking why I'm not looking at the camera, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Benedict had his hands at weird places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0EC30NATI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6koaUV-H1Xs/s320/n844810216_5133247_6.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882385364615474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats us at the beach at the other side of the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're really happy cause we finished the hike, hence the hand thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0ECn9AqUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BnVdEocEFuw/s320/n844810216_5133232_821.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882381106587970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats another group shot of us when we came out of the forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0GROX7W6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gkThje_i_BU/s320/n844810216_5133248_825.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281884830961458082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is everyone looking at me eat the leftovers of my packed lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. I'm just oblivious to everything else except my food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we came out of the forest onto this beach where the scenery was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And noelle was picking seashells an kevin was catching crabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also ended up spotting a horseshoe crab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was basically it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hike up Gurung Arung was really awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i know why Uncle Sutari and Uncle Allan loves nature so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a whole new experience and i just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was bascially the second day, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played for worship that night with Hannah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screwed up a little bit of the intro to the first song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dawn gave me a huge "WTF!?" face that was abit pissing, but i just let it go and continued playing. It was a good worship on the whole though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY HANNAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm really tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i guess i'd stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing Mawai still, but I should stop sayinng it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting cliched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'M GETTING CONFIRMED TOMORROW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big step for Gabriel, so don't miss it for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-856988450416208017?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/856988450416208017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/856988450416208017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-lets-continue-where-we-left-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SU0ECaYJecI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8uIaGkymsRg/s72-c/n663697608_1012394_260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2349049057267401153</id><published>2008-12-19T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:37:57.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, I'M BACK FROM CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it was bad or anything, it was AWESOME, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause it was abit tiring cause of lack of sleep and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm starting my long long post about the four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'M MISSING MAWAI ALREADY.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;DAY 1: SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up incredibly early on sunday partly cause I was excited for camp.&lt;br /&gt;But also cause I haven't really packed much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met up with the campers after Confirmation class with Pastor Susan.&lt;br /&gt;And saw our groupings and collected our camp booklets.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the same group as Jonk, Noelle, Sam, Benedict. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at the social hall for a while filling out forms,&lt;br /&gt;Then boarded the bus and started our 4-hour journey to MAWAI ECO CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long bus rides are always so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you're locked in the bus with whacky people like Benedict and Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Benedict claims he's gay and keeps hinting to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;And Joshua looks really happy cause he's in a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Which is like, his ultimate fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281473009741416082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SUuPuExzRpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yB1pA-31Y7s/s320/n844810216_5126323_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just Benedict cam-whoring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;And Kenneth was walking around taking pictures of people sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking: WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, That's Kenneth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281473020043513330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SUuPurKAzfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bvFkw7Mjh2Y/s320/n844810216_5126347_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my a picture of my sis that kenneth took.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be helping her with something. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;And took a ferry cross the "Sedeli Besar River" to the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;And wow, i managed to remember the name of the river.&lt;br /&gt;We all had to wear life vests even though it was just cross the banks cause it was mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;And Uriah got a really vulgar lifevest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked into the campsite and everything was made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;No electricity, no hot water and water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's a swamp, duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sutari, which was one of the guides from MOE who followed us,&lt;br /&gt;Gave us a briefing of the camp and the rules and everything.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing, cause the whole camp was build by the natives, Orang Aslis, with only materials they found in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;He then told us how the Orang Aslis were excellent craftsmen and hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the briefing, we then carried on to make our own beds.&lt;br /&gt;The beds were like hammocks, but had a rectangular frame that we had to build ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty easy actually, just put the wood through the pockets, then tie a few knots, then we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281483459761713634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SUuZOWIyseI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bEyBc6CLTg4/s320/n521685562_1649946_6574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Okay this is the instructors giving us briefing on making our beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing was that it was really comfy.&lt;br /&gt;And they even gave us a complimentary blow-up pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, Inflatable pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Not explosive pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;After the beds were done, we went for our first YI activity,&lt;br /&gt;Which was to design a flag and come up with a team name.&lt;br /&gt;Jonk came up with this idea to merge the first few syllables of our names to come up with something tribal, since this camp reminds us so much of survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we came up with "JOBENOGASAM".&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sound that nice, so we decided to changed it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone then wanted a snake theme and thought of a BOA CONSTRICTOR.&lt;br /&gt;And then wanted a tribal feel to it still, so we added a GA in front of the BOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, came GABOA, our group name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the flag, we drew a Cobra with the words: GABOA between it's fangs.&lt;br /&gt;And it has a caption saying: AWAS! VENOMOUSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281482088522901266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SUuX-h3-5xI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P_2mMiZHl_Y/s320/n521685562_1649945_6292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and there it is, our flag.&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Samuel, who drew the whole thing while we helped him paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other groups had flags and names too, but I shan't really talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;They suck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We all know snakes owns robots, crocodiles and a group of malay mutants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Don't whack me in church or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were given some free and easy time.&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out the toilets and they were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;There were like stained with brown stuff and had ants everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Benjamin made a pact to hold in our poo till the end of the camp and do it when we reached a toilet that is actually clean.&lt;br /&gt;A pact he'd eventually go on to break cause he had nothing to do while we were doing the water obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll come to that in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came dinner.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing i like most about the camp, it'd be the food.&lt;br /&gt;It was simply fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Like, everyday i'd be looking forward to the breakfasts and the lunches and the dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we can shoot catapult pellets at monkeys from the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;Those rotten monkeys. I may sound cruel now, but you'll know why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had worship and then devotion by Elder Lee after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had practise with Hannah cause she was leading worship and i was supposed to play for guitar for her.&lt;br /&gt;But she was shy about singing so uriah joined it to help sing for her. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship during the camp was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Just the acoustic guitar alone can cause us to worship so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds us that we don't always need to have the best electric guitars, the best pianos and the best drums all the time cause God doesn't look at how good a guitar player you are but the sincerity of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can go on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave the rest for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just one day worth of activities and i took 2 hours to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;And Day one is like, the slackiest day of the camp lahh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, continue waiting and keep checking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Mawai,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2349049057267401153?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2349049057267401153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2349049057267401153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SUuPuExzRpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yB1pA-31Y7s/s72-c/n844810216_5126323_1852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-9162173353968531824</id><published>2008-12-18T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:47:11.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAWAI ECO CAMP WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from church camp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the post though, don't think I'd finished 4-days worth tonight.&lt;br /&gt;So check back,&lt;br /&gt;It'll be done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-9162173353968531824?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9162173353968531824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9162173353968531824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/12/mawai-eco-camp-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6476439039877720914</id><published>2008-11-29T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:35:56.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, another update!&lt;div&gt;Haha. See, I told you I could do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really remember much of thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i don't know why I can't remember it either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll just put together what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Thursday was the day i stayed over at Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i left house at 12.30pm for Darren's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was going to jam again with the guys, so I was quite excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached at around 12.45pm and waited for Wilson outside his house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still lugging my guitar, pedal and bag around, so it was pretty uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I ended up sitting on a bench with some ants and it crawled around my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, why did i have to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Wilson came out at around 1pm and then we walked up to Darren's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jammed for 2hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt quite good though, although we didn't really play much songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just jammed and made stuff up along the way, and it was actually sounding right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Wilson isn't playing Suria stuff anymore, so that made it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to hang out for a while before going over to Wilson's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamming is tiring, surprisingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched some documentary about "Dark Matter and Dark Energy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't understand a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked back to Wilson's house and met Perry and Homo on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went in and then just sat around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed the guys my "JAWS" solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discussed abit and decided to go to harbourfront for dinner and a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a bus, then a train, then ate at Carl's Junior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided not to watch the movie cause Chris wanted to go back before 10pm to watch Heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, I wasn't really interested in the movies that were showing anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Beaver and took a long bus ride back to Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut it short, all we did was to play games and talked throughout the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used Wilson's computer to download "Chinese Democracy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And spent the first few hours this morning listening to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the record and I'm not blown away or swept off my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 15 years of recording, Axl Rose came up with this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept at around 6am and woke up at 11am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realised Perry was gone and Chris was leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Beaver left and I decided to leave with Homo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home, slept somemore, then did some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven pm came really quickly and I had to leave for my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed and everything, then left with my family to Oriental Mandarin hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw many of my relatives from my mom's side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm closer to relatives from my dad's side, it was just lots of strangers to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this scenario happened like 30 times over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone see me, then walks towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he/she'll say: Gabriel! You're so tall and thin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled so much my cheeks ached abit. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was great though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it was the highlight of the evening for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't continue about today cause nothing really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm quite tired of typing and remembering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I figured I should just leave it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is totally off-topic but I love Stratocasters alot suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why, I just think they're cool and sound nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Bet you don't even know what I'm saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6476439039877720914?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6476439039877720914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6476439039877720914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-another-update-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2135102515997667466</id><published>2008-11-24T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:47:47.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HELLO AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, this blog is coming alive again. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know. It seems i have lost the patience and drive to continue blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I'll try to keep it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, theres so much to catch up on that i don't know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For one thing, the O-levels are finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like, at last I can do my own stuff at my own timing without even thinking of studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's a weird feeling to it though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think they call it withdrawal symptoms? Just like drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly all the studying's gone but there's nothing much else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chronic boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seriously, it's a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When i'm not out, i find myself walking aimlessly around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm normal right? Please tell me you guys are doing it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's start the blogging proper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday began exceptionally early, at nine-something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, i've been sleeping pretty late for the past few weeks, so nine is really early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uriah came over and played with Nellie while i got changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Left for Bugis soon after to get noelle's gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The plan was that Uriah was to get her shoes and then we were all supposed to buy her something to wear, so she'd have like, a whole new set of clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apparently, everyone else bought other gifts already, so it was only us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I decided walk over to Bugis street to look around, maybe find something, then leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Walked around twice but didn't find anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I finally realised how difficult it was to get a girl a gift without the advise of another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, i decided to settle for a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Followed uriah to look for the shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then we found one, and we stood there discussing whether she'd like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think we may have freaked the shopkeepers abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So Uriah went in to buy the shoes and i stood outside holding two cups of macflurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That was supposed to be funny. Forgot why. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uriah then had to leave, so i figured i'd meet up with Benjamin at his house first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had the weirdest experience there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And i won't tell it cause Benjamin will do stuff to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, left his house at around 3pm to go shop around for some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's funny to see the mad scramble to get last minute presents. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Met up with Kevin soon after and left for Noelle's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everyone came and we went down for barbeque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Didn't really eat much cause my lips hurt but still managed to down a plate of noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then we just sat around and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We then decided to go upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And we broke a plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And we watched it get packed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And then we cut the cake and everything, you know, the usual birthday stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The cake was great by the way, delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause we live really far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I'd take us a really long time to get back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uriah and I decided to stay over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Took a shower, borrowed a t-shirt, and started watching this anime with Uriah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think the name was "Melancholy of Haruchi something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The thing is, it was actually not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watched until about 1am, then stopped to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uriah and I had to play for sunday's service, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So we had to attend rehearsal at 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But we got distracted by noelle's new guitar that we lost track of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, i didn't tell you guys that noelle has a new guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right. Noelle has a new guitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, as i was saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So we left her house at 9.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And when we got to the busstop, we missed the bus cause both of us didn't flag it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So it just went right by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We ended up an hour late at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I have to applaud the team's patience for waiting an hour for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the practise session was great too, it seems so easy playing with these guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As in, no worries, just good music, good worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I ended up playing silent guitar after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Had lunch with Josh and Uncle FM opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And left with Uriah to my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And that was pretty much my saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sunday was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love playing on sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And when i'm playing, it just makes it a whole lot better, not that sunday's are bad or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Left for home after service cause the rest had to go for EOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And yes, that was sunday, stripped of any detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yay. I finally managed to give an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh anyway, I'm looking for something to do during the holidays. Maybe a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, if you guys have anything, anything at all, please tell me about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5386570827495760801-2135102515997667466?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2135102515997667466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2135102515997667466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4861883254664701892</id><published>2008-10-28T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:13:43.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm posting right before my paper again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my mum's office yesterday to study history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of myself, finished the syllabus in 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Took 15 minute breaks in between and lunch somewhere in there,&lt;br /&gt;But at least i've completed the syllabus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;Left my neck hurting and my body aching, but its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I played guitar for main service this sunday again.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting better at this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;I always play well at Youth service, but totally suck at main service.&lt;br /&gt;At least thats what i think.&lt;br /&gt;But all that is going to change as i practise more and play more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4861883254664701892?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4861883254664701892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4861883254664701892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-256514623023629224</id><published>2008-10-23T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:12:01.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;div&gt;I think blogging actually helps me calm my nerves down before a paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like now, my Geog. paper is 2 hours away and I'm blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't exactly know what I'm feeling right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, a mixture of anxiety, uncertainty and yet, confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam stress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Studied at Subway at compass point yesterday with Howard and his friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they were hmm. Whacky, to put it mildly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was funny nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did 2 chapters of Geog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then continued to  study till about 12 am at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And continued from 9am till about 12 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to ace this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, better leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-256514623023629224?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/256514623023629224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/256514623023629224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-i-think-blogging-actually-helps-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3441909705728602765</id><published>2008-10-21T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:15:52.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH.&lt;div&gt;Just 1.5 hours to the english paper and I'm blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i realise i haven't done this in a while, so i'll just scribble a short one before i leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Chemistry paper was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually started to get nervous early yesterday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, everything turn out to be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paper wasn't that difficult and I'm quite confident, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one down, 20++ to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm exaggerating, but only a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the messed up part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "short one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiatus till the end of the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i may stuff in a couple of posts here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3441909705728602765?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3441909705728602765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3441909705728602765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/10/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5188697173219442109</id><published>2008-09-30T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:53:03.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I love stuffing my face with nuggets once a week. &lt;div&gt;Big deal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'll have to agree, things taste better when you're hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather then eat tiny pieces of nuggets every minute and make them taste bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll eat them all once a week to make them taste better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&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/5386570827495760801-5188697173219442109?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5188697173219442109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5188697173219442109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/soi-love-stuffing-my-face-with-nuggets.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7691525764993076830</id><published>2008-09-26T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:35:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa.&lt;div&gt;It's been exactly one week since the last time i posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week has came and gone in a flash and its friday again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Fridays. A well deserved break after 5 days at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think school now is redundant. More so these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, there isn't even any drive to study in our class anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't sense the urgency and the moltivation to "push towards the goal".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for giving each other encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At these rate, we may be pushing each other down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might as well stay home and study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, all the papers have been gone through already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why make us stay another two weeks in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results came back and i'm quite pleased with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just great, now everyone's calling me the Geography machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rage against myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. What.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea where that came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, good band, check them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School ended earlier, at 12.45pm, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i had nothing to do after school and didn't feel like going home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they were going to Funan, which is near Peninsular plaza, where there are cool guitar places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to follow MingYang and Clement to shop for Mingyang's camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left after school and took an MRT to cityhall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mingyang made a deal online to buy a secondhand camera from this guy he met at a forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made arrangements to meet at cityhall station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But soon after we reached, the guy called up and said he couldn't turn up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to head to Jaben. Clement's idea. Duhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaben is a place where they sell really high end audio equipment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Clement is crazy about these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked the guy to let me try some ear pieces and i tried alot of them from the bad ones to the good ones. Apparently, its better to do that than to just go straight and try out the best ones so that you can tell the gradual difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly, I don't give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the sound quality and everything was really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the people there were really friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stayed there for a long time before finally leaving with Mingyang to check out my guitar stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peninsular plaza, although i love the guitar shops there, has this "Gangster crash pad" feel to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that wasn't exactly appealing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Skinny jeans shops and tattoo parlours everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and many shops selling T-shirts with "Iron Maiden" or "Metallica" on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wonder why they're so popular there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, checked out the price of a Crybaby that i wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although i didn't get a chance to try out the sounds, i think i've settled for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll start saving now and i'll buy it when I've accumulated $180. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked back to Funan after I was finished with what i came to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clement met us at MacDonalds, where we were having lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently he spent 45 minutes negotiating a deal with the Jaben guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed upstairs to this "John 3:16" place, which is a camera shop, to look at Yang's camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was lucky, cause that place had a secondhand camera that was the same model as the one he was supposed to buy, but cheaper by a hundred bucks or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for him to choose his lens, his bag, his memory card, his cleaning kit and flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what the guy at the camera store said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clement is such a negative influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made Mingyang pay so much. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the place didn't accept nets, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mingyang had to withdraw a huge sum of money to pay them in cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left me at the store and went to get the cash, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to return with a stack of notes so thick that his wallet can't fold with them inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet he was really happy/depressed at the same time that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left after waiting for Clement to eat at Pastamania at 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my Pastamania cravings from time to time, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that i had dinner at home, or i'll devour the entire store stock of beef meetballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Its late and I'll stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll update again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7691525764993076830?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7691525764993076830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7691525764993076830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5342583300128868335</id><published>2008-09-19T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:13:07.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL YEAHH~&lt;div&gt;Finally, my prelims are over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, i can chuck all my books away for a day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then start mugging all over again for the O levels, which is uncomfortably close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well, I'll probably do some work now, then leave the rest to the last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, i think i work better under pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing last minute studying for the pass two years of examinations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm still doing fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine what i would get if i studied abit beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all that's left is my prelim2 results i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i don't really give a damn cause they don't mean anything, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be a good gauge for the actually O levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'm sounding like a teacher's pet, but its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Okay, i haven't really said anything about the stuff that happened throughout the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. I seriously have problems remembering anything from last sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ohwell, class had to end earlier cause the choir people had to go for choir on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when it was 11.45, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the choir people left and it was just Ryan, Chuan En and I left in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked abit with FangHao, our teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that i looked more tired than usual, which is weird, cause i thought i always looked tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him that and he said that there was a huge difference from beginning of the year and now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. I guess the stress is taking its toil on me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to head to Bugis for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uriah and I have been going to the West to much that the rest decided that it would be fitting if they made a trip down to the East side for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelle and kevin couldn't join us for lunch, so it was just ryan, ben, uriah and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we reached bugis, it was 1pm+ and cause we didn't eat breakfast, we were hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked pass pepper lunch and ryan made me promise him that we'd not eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: Promise that we won't eat pepper lunch again this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yeah sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Uriah comes back with a sizzling upsized plate of Salmon pepper rice with cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I'm eating pepperlunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: But you promised that we won't eat pepper lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan: Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what me and ryan ended up eating. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left soon after cause Ryan couldn't find this gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! Noelle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the flower! It's really pretty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we had holidays from tuesday to thursday cause we didn't have papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to jam with the guys again at dong's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed it cause it was such a long time since we jammed and we were all developing withdrawal symptoms from the lack of musical creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at Wilson, he's producing more liquids on Mingyang's chair than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Dong, he's been having weird thoughts of roaring into someone's face and using his beard, which got shaved away by a 20cent coin for some reason, to carress that person's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me, i just keeping thinking of eye-licking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now that i look back, we're definitely queer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried playing a couple of new songs, but failed cause some people never practise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we reverted back to our old favourites, and it sounded quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we improv-jammed abit and it was actually going somewhere and not all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 hours or something, we all got tired and decided to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called chris and went over to wilson's house to shack up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played some stuff, surfed facebook abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then left at 5 something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was just a massive slack day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did nothing, and it felt great. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stayed at home, lazed around, ate and played all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was basically Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FRIDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. isn't that today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. We had our MCQ papers today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was good, cause i knew all the answers and there was only one or two difficult questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the paper, the group of us decided to go back to change, then leave for Marina square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to change, so i followed Howard back and borrowed a shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard's house was cool, he has a Telecaster and a nice VOX amp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed, then left for marina square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking around abit, we decided that we would eat Sakae buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since it started at 3pm and it was only 12pm, we decided to play pool to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, remind me never to play pool again cause i'll probably embarrass myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cue ball kepting going in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like the pockets and the cue ball were magnetized or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopped pool at around 1.30 but still had 1andahalf hours to kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to walk around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard and Perry were looking for a rugby ball as a present for one of their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we had nothing else to do anyway, we helped them look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was really weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went into a sports shop at marina square and asked if they had a rugby ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then guy said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry, but i dont think there are any in this shopping mall. Try Peninsula plaza instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the other sport shop that was right next to the previous one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they had rugby balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that guy was either trying to mislead us or that he was plain dumb. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time inched by and 3pm finally came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went into the restaurant and just started stuffing my face with Unagi sushi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how awesome food taste when you are hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how awesome vegetables taste when you are starving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate alot and Perry was really embarrassed cause we kept ordering food and the waiters had to walk up and down the kitchen to bring us food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minutes of hardcore stuffing and we were all damn full already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to rest a while before starting to eat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And made Perry feel weird with the under-table-leg-split thing that i did by accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris had to leave all of a sudden, but we made him stay another hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the restaurant at 4.10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard and Chris had this weird conversation while on the elevator going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard: What's wrong with looking at girls?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris: I'm not that horny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard: You don't have to be horny to look at girls, its a guy thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris: Yes you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Howard cuts him off halfway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard: YOU'RE NOT A MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that really loudly and everyone turned to look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Chris had this weird face that was freaking funny when he said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, If i had a nickel for times like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home at 5, then left again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was really tired and full at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it wasn't exactly comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ohwell. it was great nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ting. Thanks for the gift! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm leading again this coming sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out only last sunday and rushed through the preparation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everything'll run smoothly and practise will be a breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, I'll just have to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5342583300128868335?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5342583300128868335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5342583300128868335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-yeahh-finally-my-prelims-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3289060852830839482</id><published>2008-09-10T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:32:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Found time in between study breaks,&lt;br /&gt;So i figured i'd use it to update my semi-dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History paper is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;You know, history is the only humanities paper i dread. Since the start of this year.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the text book tells you a story of what happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;So you need to summarise everything and come up with the factors yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And that is just tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've been great these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from prelims, life's been a breeze cause school's ending real early.&lt;br /&gt;And i can sleep later abit cause some paper start in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been going to Mingyang's house recently to study.&lt;br /&gt;His place is quite a nice place to study actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Totally free of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from the drum set, the guitar, the really good computer and the xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But still, we managed to study quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;And those sessions have been one of the most productive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i tell you how cool Mingyang is?&lt;br /&gt;He's like, one of the coolest nerds of all man.&lt;br /&gt;And better still, he doesn't even look like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i mean, we're all nerds in here right, since we mug so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually foolish enough to challenge him to halo3 and expected to get at least TEN kills.&lt;br /&gt;He was so damn good that he didn't even allow me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well. Had worship practise on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours of hard work, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;See, and it all paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left soon after with a whole bag of CDs from Serene.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my parents wanted to celebrate my birthday, but its probably another of their excuses for fine dining.&lt;br /&gt;So we left for Jerry's grill, a cafe at club street, where they had simply heavenly deserts.&lt;br /&gt;And well, nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great and our whole family talked for a long time cause it was raining and we were stranded at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;So it counts as family bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;So, sunday came and i played for worship.&lt;br /&gt;And it was awesome. haha. Or at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Too bad noelle wasn't there or she'll love it too.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite unsure of the arrangement for some of the songs but managed to sort everything out.&lt;br /&gt;And it went smoothly, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funy watching one side of the crowd jumping and turning around and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And the otherside just stood there doing nothing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the service was quite funny today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Joshua! You look so gay today!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised Ben that i'll blog about this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor KC said that cause josh was weaing a bright yellow neon polo t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Which was really gay and i was quite amazed cause Pastor KC said exactly what i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked with uriah to 7/11 after worship and meddling with my guitar for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I bought my usual chocolatebar-nutrisoy meal and uriah bought this pizza thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the rumour that soy products kills sperms isn't true!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Now we can all drink soy stuff without having to think twice about for our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was fun?&lt;br /&gt;Well. it was fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Continued from the inter-religious lessons we had from last week.&lt;br /&gt;And it was quite cool. Learnt quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am The Way, The Truth and The Life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it when Fanghao explained to us the point about that verse.&lt;br /&gt;Heard this verse many times but never bother to dig deeper into it.&lt;br /&gt;This lesson gave me a better understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended pretty later as usual, not that i'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Since my prelims was about to begin and no one was really interested in going out,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to head home a little earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Forgot what else i did when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh well. On to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims have been okay so far,&lt;br /&gt;What i'm most worried about is actually my geography.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i can perform up to expectations again. :/&lt;br /&gt;But you know, an A1 will do. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should probably get back to history.&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll be history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wow, i made a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3289060852830839482?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3289060852830839482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3289060852830839482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7731854398831113958</id><published>2008-09-04T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:57:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I was at home mugging my day away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, Prelims are near and i can't let these stuff give me an excuse to slack.&lt;br /&gt;And besides, i wanted a quiet day alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Not exactly alone, but quiet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to make this post to thank all the people who made yesterday great for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's because of you that I'm able to live through life as it is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So for this, i thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7731854398831113958?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7731854398831113958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7731854398831113958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahah_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7076523705525017809</id><published>2008-09-01T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:22:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of the september holidays and I'm having so much fun already.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the secfour church people. But we'll get to that in just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up today at around 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Never had such a good sleep in such a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Like i actually had time to laze around in bed for halfanhour.&lt;br /&gt;I miss these. It makes you think about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i woke up from sleep with this riff playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;So the moment i woke up, i took up my guitar and started figuring it out.&lt;br /&gt;And i realise that it was the Nightrain riff.&lt;br /&gt;I love that song!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and everything, then did my other stuff till about 11.30, when i left for cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with ryan and we talked about revelations.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yes. Revelations.&lt;br /&gt;What would be like after the rapture? Ever thought of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Noelle, Ben and kevin came and we waited till 12.30 for Uriah, who was sick.&lt;br /&gt;Did our usual thing and decided (after a long time) to go watch Death Race.&lt;br /&gt;Death Race was a cool show, but it was really violent, gruesome and vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;And the theatre was really cold. Should've brought my jacket along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, noelle, ben, ryan and kevin for the awesome card and the t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truely touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought about true friends that morning, and wondered if i had any.&lt;br /&gt;After today, I'm quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended at around 4pm and we headed to sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;And by that time i was famished cause i didn't eat anything from 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to save my stomach for buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the sushi buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite interesting, listening to Ben while i was stuffing my face with Unagi sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Ben was trying to freak me out with the whole eat shit thing.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Fellowshipped alot and eat alot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its a buffet, what'd you expect?&lt;br /&gt;TSK. Okay fine, i'll work it off later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. that was Mr. Conscience talking.&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to raffles city and i finally found my RAGE CD. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Kevin pang-ed us and went home.&lt;br /&gt;So, the four of us left went to peninsula plaza to look at guitars.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't my idea. It was ryan's, cause he wanted to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;And noelle actually wanted to come along. haha. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left soon after that cause we were all tired.&lt;br /&gt;Train ride home was uncomfortable cause we were packed like sardines in that tiny train.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and took a well-deserved bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And that was basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i want to listen to my RAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7076523705525017809?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7076523705525017809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7076523705525017809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4081269267491981911</id><published>2008-08-31T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:02:18.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Feels like its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;I finally brought myself to make an update, but its going to be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, prelims started on tuesday and went on till thursday.&lt;br /&gt;English, SS, Amath and chinese papers were actually quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing now is to wait for the results and hopeful, they'll be just as satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Teacher's day!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lee took pictures of all of us cause we are her first form class.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And it was quite funny how she said it cause she hardly does this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And she got us chocolates during the start of the prelims to encourage us which i thought was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations in the hall soonn started and they had Marist Talentine.&lt;br /&gt;And this was really puzzling cause i thought it was teachers day...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Oh well. So couple of students performed and they weren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Except for some who totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph performed too.&lt;br /&gt;He just rapped along with what the other guy sang.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Imagine. Rapping to a Beatles hit. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah HE."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Teng and Ms Lee Shiao Pey sang a duet.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. It was a chinese song and Mr Teng was surprisingly good!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lee wasn't that good but well.&lt;br /&gt;It's teachers day! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ding and Ms Florence Lim also did another duet.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ding, is that her name?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was really good. Actually, she saved the whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you close your eyes during Ms Florence Lim's parts,&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds like a young boy desperately trying to fight puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, that was mean.&lt;br /&gt;But it did sounded like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left with WeiKeong after that to go out with the primary school people.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Kallang leisure park, watched "Wall.e"&lt;br /&gt;The show was well, heartwarming, even though it was robots.&lt;br /&gt;Left for GMPS after meeting with Jermaine, Shawn and Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit, then went to the library for more bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday was just uneventful and totally not worth writing about. So i shan't.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fastforwad to Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Sermon was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Worship was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Class was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition got cancelled, which made things even nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noelle was desperately trying to hide her eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home quite early cause i was still feeling the headache-ish from last night.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I had a headache last night that lasted almost throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And that was pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4081269267491981911?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4081269267491981911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4081269267491981911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-2247536342061900910</id><published>2008-08-24T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:00:52.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, i realised i've been a little slow in updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;It's the prelims man. If you've got to blame something, blame it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been studying quite alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Evenings at the library are great, except for those kids running around.&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, its a great place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;English oral was on thursday and it went quite well, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised at myself sometimes. Never thought i'd be able to pull this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me sometime ago that our bodies contain this hidden potential.&lt;br /&gt;Like, when the time comes, this potential would be unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;An example would be when this boy was pinned under a car.&lt;br /&gt;And in her desperation, his mum just lifted the car with her bare hands and saved her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i kinda experience that, just in a smaller scale. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So for that, i thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. what else happened this week...&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Can't remember anything else, so i'll just talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a cool, dry sunday, unquote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and note to self: Never wear that shirt again.&lt;br /&gt;Now they've got reason to hit me for no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin led service and i thought it was much better than yesterday, at practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And i will shout BLESSING To the king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaha. That part was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and left again to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Great, now i look like a home-boy. Make me say a prayer and i'll become a prayer-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 months of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-2247536342061900910?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2247536342061900910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/2247536342061900910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6489495987909391739</id><published>2008-08-20T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:22:57.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. wow. Long time since i've done this.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the slow updates, i've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed, life's still the way it use to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except the stress level as the exams inch by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn nervous for english oral tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i at least get above 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just concentrate on my work and be more nervous tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6489495987909391739?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6489495987909391739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6489495987909391739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1403305089859458861</id><published>2008-08-09T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:41:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun! Especially the second part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day began with morning assembly, which i felt was a little wishy-washy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the parade commander was soft, and they dropped the flag and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were asked to go into the hall for national day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;We watched a skit put up by students and teachers from our school.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kwok was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOW I KNOW I'M IN SYONAN-TO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's basically it too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought that the whole celebration was pretty unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home, ate something, bathed and left for the library.&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Ting and her sister, Joycelyn for a while, then James came.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really that productive cause we talked alot.&lt;br /&gt;I did 3 chapters of chemistry in 6HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, its national day and we deserve a rest.&lt;br /&gt;And Ting got rid of her phobia and everything. yay.&lt;br /&gt;Like, suddenly everyone was talking and not whispering or writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Camy joined us for a little while and it just made it more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that James has a girlfriend that he conveniently told us nothing about. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well the study session ended when everyone decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;And someone, her name i won't mention, took my pencil and eraser. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1403305089859458861?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1403305089859458861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1403305089859458861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-7365230702567470243</id><published>2008-08-05T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:58:55.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was english oral and it passed quite fast. Is that good?&lt;br /&gt;Like, just went in there and did my time.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher gave some comments, and then went off with Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, took a bath and headed to the library to study with Ting.&lt;br /&gt;Did chemistry and i finished 4 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;It's the aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-7365230702567470243?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7365230702567470243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/7365230702567470243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-today-was-english-oral-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-9203026419818353360</id><published>2008-08-04T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:15:30.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While i was talking to Ben. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I love boiling tubes. They're big and nice.&lt;br /&gt;G: Whoa. That's enough to make me think you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-9203026419818353360?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9203026419818353360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/9203026419818353360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-i-was-talking-to-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-1039513781769036909</id><published>2008-08-03T22:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:48:33.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I promised more about FOP'08.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll come to that is just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been waking up at 6am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep as late anymore. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tired i am, or how much i want to sleep more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i woke up cause nellie was scratching my door.&lt;br /&gt;I let her in, and then fell asleep again, till about 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, its the beginning of the seventh month on the lunar calendar.&lt;br /&gt;And like, with all the incense and stuff blowing into the house, it was real dusty.&lt;br /&gt;Helped my mum with the vacuuming abit before heading out at 12.30 to cityhall to meet kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I step into the train, and immediately realise i forgot to bring my pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Had to buy a pencil and an eraser on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with kelly at city hall station and we went over to eat at subway.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really order anything cause i was quite full from a late breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Studied a while before heading over to burger king cause subway was noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger king wasn't that bad a place to study.&lt;br /&gt;Well-lit and relatively quiet until lunchtime, at which all the working people would come in.&lt;br /&gt;We studied for an hour or two being getting kicked out cause they had not enough tables for customers, let alone people who wanted to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved to Mos Burger instead.&lt;br /&gt;And the same thing happened after 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;After walking around abit, we decided to go over to the food court to study cause it was probably the only place with seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it did 4 hours of A maths. WITHOUT A CALCULATOR.&lt;br /&gt;Finished 3 prelim papers in 4 hours. quite productive eh?&lt;br /&gt;Studied all the way till 5.45pm, said bye to kelly, and headed to kallang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited 5 minutes for all 4 of us, noelle, agnes, uriah and I, to come.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i didn't really recognise noelle cause of her sudden reduction of hair. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But took a closer look and was pleasantly surprised. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left for Leisure park for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. subway again. had a macadamia cookie that uriah gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bottle of water, waited for the guys to finish their food, then off we went, for FOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the VIP passes from ryan, got seats and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And it began. The Festival of Praise 08' began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJW_bMynZRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gfI_kZyg4vM/s1600-h/Parachute+Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230297016271594770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJW_bMynZRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gfI_kZyg4vM/s320/Parachute+Band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARACHUTE BAND.&lt;br /&gt;They were great last night. Simply awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;And together with Reuban Morgan of Hillsong, they brought worship to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;Something I've never experienced before. Something extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The enemy has been defeated.&lt;br /&gt;And death couldn't hold You down.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna lift our voice in victory.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make Your praises loud. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prayer was good too.&lt;br /&gt;I felt him there, right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt his spirit fill me like it never did before.&lt;br /&gt;It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sermon.&lt;br /&gt;The speaker was hilarious, but at the same time, sharp and empowering.&lt;br /&gt;And it opened my eyes to many thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was praise and worship again.&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong sang a few of their songs and Parachute finished the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after everything, we went outside, and uriah and i shared 2 cds.&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong's latest and Parachute band's latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJXDEBAKT-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/w0K7tBzJCAs/s1600-h/hmacd216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301016016703458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJXDEBAKT-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/w0K7tBzJCAs/s320/hmacd216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJXDtWosWSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mvsbhdQoaT0/s1600-h/Pband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301726198487330" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="327" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJXDtWosWSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mvsbhdQoaT0/s320/Pband.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I queued up for it while uriah got his starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;So, noelle and agnes' parents gave us a lift to kallang MRT.&lt;br /&gt;And cause uriah wanted to finish his drink, we walked all the way to aljunied MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Then, uriah took a train home while i continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 11.30? Somewhere there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Felt really tired, but really peaceful inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his power is at work within all of us.&lt;br /&gt;And just needs to slowly reveal his plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serice was held at TA2 cause it was our 119th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? We're almost 12 decades old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, service today was rather bland, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Especially after last night. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But that was no reason to sleep or anything, i still listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Choir sang today.&lt;br /&gt;And they were quite good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;A few slight errors here and there, but they're definitely getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with noelle, agnes and uriah after service.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, As i'm waiting for noelle to finish her 2.5hour long blogpost,&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. and that's about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-1039513781769036909?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1039513781769036909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/1039513781769036909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJW_bMynZRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gfI_kZyg4vM/s72-c/Parachute+Band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6032256165254333807</id><published>2008-08-03T01:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:48:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJSUnLrIUKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MdhK2vCmHg8/s1600-h/FOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229968468153487522" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="329" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJSUnLrIUKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MdhK2vCmHg8/s320/FOP.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOP'08 ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;But more about it tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm too shagged to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6032256165254333807?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6032256165254333807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6032256165254333807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/woots-fop-08-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-fON2K2XUzw/SJSUnLrIUKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MdhK2vCmHg8/s72-c/FOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6120396262330802928</id><published>2008-08-02T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:09:18.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I read the new Maris Stella humanities blog, and i found it quite good.&lt;br /&gt;Like, they discuss many different topics, like rising birthrates and ERP, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys,&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I placed a link in my affiliates tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6120396262330802928?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6120396262330802928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6120396262330802928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyway-i-read-new-maris-stella.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-3504551086274160427</id><published>2008-07-31T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:17:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I'll update!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the week hasn't been exciting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So hmm, be prepared to be bored off your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite routine, as usual. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at later than usual though, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;So i missed the first bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a drag too.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to freeze in Mr. Thodey's class, you know.&lt;br /&gt;And he can talked for two whole periods on ONE compre question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its getting better recently cause he said some funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when he was talking about symbols. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thodey: Can anyone name me some symbols you see everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thodey: No one?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thodey: Well, how about one you see EVERYDAY IN CLASS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No one answers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thodey: ME! I'M A SEX SYMBOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He's psycho, yet hilarious at the same time, which makes it even more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had PE.&lt;br /&gt;Like, he had to do our 2.4km warmup run, but we cheated and walked through the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;We waded through all the tall grass and everything and we finished the run in 6minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, Mr Suresh didn't suspect a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best PE lesson i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Ting and James, who wanted to tag along, at GECL.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the other two, i think it was quite efficient.&lt;br /&gt;Finished the prelim paper Ms Png gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had a nice time catching up with James too.&lt;br /&gt;You can't power zero. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we left the library at 9pm when it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. okay, the first part of today was exactly the same as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So just scroll up a little and read it again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Yang, Dong, Wilson and Clement at the library after school.&lt;br /&gt;Finished the Hougang secondary school prelim paper 1. yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im done~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-3504551086274160427?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3504551086274160427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/3504551086274160427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-ill-update-well-week-hasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-8628888999270155600</id><published>2008-07-28T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:21:03.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i head to school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And i find out i have A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-8628888999270155600?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8628888999270155600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/8628888999270155600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-head-to-school-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-914435614749003049</id><published>2008-07-27T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:13:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been what, 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. but i must say, these 3 days have been the most eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Friday was halfday cause there was Founder's Day dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the school people had to go there and prepare, or something.&lt;br /&gt;So school ended at 11am and i left for PlazaSing to meet Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well i guess?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe except the weird woman part.&lt;br /&gt;Studied from 12pm to 3pm, before deciding to eat something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for desserts cause i was feeling really cold, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Teeth was chattering all the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 8 in the morning for Kevin and Siew Li's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to church at around 10am and reached soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Found a seat right at the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the ceremony began and it went quite well. :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially the video montage part, which was.... Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and SiewLi forgot her vows a bit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But everything else was fine. especially the food. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet lunch was served downstairs, but since someone spilled my food, i had a light lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with mum and aunty brenda, who was headed the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around at home till about 3pm, then left for clementi mrt.&lt;br /&gt;Met everyone there after waiting a while and then left for Kenneth's house.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost a few times but we eventually made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, we got to the wrong house and the guy went: "What is this about?"&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, all Daniel's fault lahhhh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked up the stairs talking about ghost stories with kelly and kevin.&lt;br /&gt;Which was cool, cause i realised that kevin really reads alot.&lt;br /&gt;And kelly likes to spook herself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we reached kenneth's house and we decided to watch "The Pursuit of Happyness".&lt;br /&gt;And it was a really good show, gets you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, halfway through the show, kenneth paused it to watch rugby.&lt;br /&gt;And i got to watch the Haka for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;And the Wallabies scored one in the ten minutes we watched rugby.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza came and we ate. alot.&lt;br /&gt;The pizza and the wings were awesome, cause i didn't eat anything from lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at around 9, and we left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the stairs down and saw these bunchh of karate kids. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Noelle went: "That's so cool!!"&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why of all stuff, i remember such stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train home and reached home at around 9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bathe and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, service was kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing sermon, made me feel like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, i actually enjoyed that. hmm.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanjun brought his guitar, which was a Gibson SG copy.&lt;br /&gt;And it was totally wicked mann.&lt;br /&gt;Meddled around with his effects pedal and jammed abit with tessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pulled out this multieffects pedal from somewhere and said i could have it.&lt;br /&gt;I almost broke down in tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Like, at last, i have a multi-effects pedal. FOR FREE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rushed home after lunch to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;And it was quite good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, YES. I'm done at last.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fiddle around with my new pedal more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK. Shoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-914435614749003049?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/914435614749003049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/914435614749003049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-so-its-been-what-3-days-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5915090046742568193</id><published>2008-07-24T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:48:01.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is our true calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is we're all dying to find out, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know,&lt;br /&gt;It's been there all the while, waiting for us to uncover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its harder than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5915090046742568193?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5915090046742568193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5915090046742568193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-our-true-calling-that-is-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-6251821676362006946</id><published>2008-07-23T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:23:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd make it this far.&lt;br /&gt;But since I did, I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things have became rather stagnant recently.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's not online cause of prelims and theres nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Except study, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES GABRIEL A DULL BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting to jam again after a 3-week break. CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think Graeme and I may have bruised dong's nipples. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have to agree that its a really dark show. pun NOT intended.&lt;br /&gt;Like, Joker looks so sinister and the things he does makes you shrivel.&lt;br /&gt;And i still can't believe _______ died!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, there were the heartwarming parts.&lt;br /&gt;Like Alfred, the unwaveringly loyal butler.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone like him next time if I get rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train home after the show and it was packed like sardines.&lt;br /&gt;But pulled through and reached home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a wet, rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;Was really amazed by how dark and grim the sky was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of the apocalypse. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We had to take individual photos with the dark-blue blazer on.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool, cause we skipped PE for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did i tell you guys about monday?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were taking class photographs for the school magazine on monday.&lt;br /&gt;And the photographer wanted to get our attention, so he went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEYY! LOOK HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L-O-K-K!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, thats how he spelled it.&lt;br /&gt;And it made us all laugh, so we'll probably look quite good in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. As i was saying.&lt;br /&gt;So after the photos, i went home with yang&lt;br /&gt;And had the usual weird conversation on the way down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;This is what Dong just told me, how coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darrenocl says:&lt;br /&gt;be a man, blog more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling like a space brain one more time tonight. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-6251821676362006946?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6251821676362006946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/6251821676362006946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-4542527167089174984</id><published>2008-07-19T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:13:45.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BATTLE OF THE BANDS 3.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was quite entertaining, with some cool bands performing.&lt;br /&gt;ACSI won, but i thought that barker should have won, which they actually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the Dong and Wilson at 5 for dinner. At King's cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Beaver came half an hour later and we left after we finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to dover, then took a bus, then walked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;And we reached ACSI.&lt;br /&gt;My first time in there actually, and its HUGEEE. Rich lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there were 5 competing bands and 4 guest bands.&lt;br /&gt;One of the guest bands were really good but i forgot their name.&lt;br /&gt;They had this "Love Exist" thing going on, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. OHYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this dangerous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so naive when we were kids man.&lt;br /&gt;Not that we're really old now, but still, i see the difference already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 12am, totally crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was really tiring, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Band practise later at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i do good, haven't practised at all this week. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-4542527167089174984?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4542527167089174984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/4542527167089174984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/battle-of-bands-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5386570827495760801.post-5880994908637903039</id><published>2008-07-16T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:15:42.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my Slash book,&lt;br /&gt;Which was satisfying cause i haven't picked up a book since..a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And this was a really interesting book, so length didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it kept me entertained during the bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;School today was breezy.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i felt that time passed really fast today, just like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thodey just keeps doing the same thing everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Its tough to even stay awake in class mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, studied after school with Yang and Dong.&lt;br /&gt;And it was quite productive actually, doing all the math stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I crash-coursed Kinematics and Area of Region in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there was a test on those two chapters tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Gab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5386570827495760801-5880994908637903039?l=back-scrubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5880994908637903039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5386570827495760801/posts/default/5880994908637903039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-scrubs.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriel Lum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03086259908697740084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
