<?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-8884845</id><updated>2011-12-14T02:04:52.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more rhythm, less blues</title><subtitle type='html'>".. for I know the plans I have for you", declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen. you will seek me will all your heart. I will be found by you..."
-jeremiah29:11-14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2215936557022946064</id><published>2011-02-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:14:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it ends in the 1475th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://morerhythmlessblues.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://morerhythmlessblues.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im moving on.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2215936557022946064?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2215936557022946064'/><link 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/&gt;yeaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why people see the need to 'help' me..&lt;br /&gt;like they see me as this lost girl, without any character or personality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's how i see myself too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am so sick of people doing that..&lt;br /&gt;they mean well i supposed. &lt;br /&gt;it's just that.. &lt;br /&gt;it doesnt leave a good feeling in me, deep down inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, you begin to doubt people's sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;and friendship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy is still the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1052884050175892281?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1052884050175892281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1052884050175892281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/recess-week.html' title='recess week (:'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-571212418920874759</id><published>2011-02-06T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:05:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm always looking forward to holidays now</title><content type='html'>CNY is over. ):&lt;br /&gt;now i want the recess week to come quicker. roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studio's tomorrow but i'm so lazy to do work. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to nua!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible time to nua though.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a horrible time to do work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go xi fa cai, anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-571212418920874759?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/571212418920874759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/571212418920874759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-always-looking-forward-to-holidays.html' title='i&apos;m always looking forward to holidays now'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8830038903054605344</id><published>2011-02-04T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:53:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i identify myself with comic books</title><content type='html'>cathay's mom: &lt;br /&gt;hi, sweetie. how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathay:&lt;br /&gt; just great, mom. in the last week, i have subjected myself to the lowest form of degradation... i have put my ego on the line and had it squashed.. i have wadded up what was left of my self-esteem and flung it right down the sewer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathay's mom:&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S DATING AGAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8830038903054605344?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8830038903054605344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8830038903054605344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-identify-myself-with-comic-books.html' title='i identify myself with comic books'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-9221889348858795749</id><published>2011-02-04T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:12:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psalms 32:7 - 10</title><content type='html'>You are my hiding place;&lt;br /&gt;You will protect me from trouble&lt;br /&gt;and surround me with songs of deliverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;&lt;br /&gt;I will counsel you and watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be like the horse or mule,&lt;br /&gt;which have no understanding&lt;br /&gt;but must be controlled by bit and brindle&lt;br /&gt;or they will not come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are the woes of the wicked,&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord's unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;surrounds the man who trusts in Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-9221889348858795749?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/9221889348858795749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/9221889348858795749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/psalms-327-10.html' title='psalms 32:7 - 10'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4185976154296140694</id><published>2011-02-04T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:00:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we used to sing this song</title><content type='html'>romans 16:20&lt;br /&gt;and the God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4185976154296140694?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4185976154296140694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4185976154296140694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-used-to-sing-this-song.html' title='we used to sing this song'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5258232997244537316</id><published>2011-02-03T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:25:22.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i still hoping?</title><content type='html'>i'll just keep laughing and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;cause they can at least keep the tears and sadness away for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5258232997244537316?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5258232997244537316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5258232997244537316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-am-i-still-hoping.html' title='why am i still hoping?'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5942675496318157944</id><published>2011-02-03T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:17:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and how i wish you would read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There're many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason by hoobstank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5942675496318157944?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5942675496318157944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5942675496318157944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-how-i-wish-you-would-read-this.html' title='and how i wish you would read this'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6901192726853475811</id><published>2011-02-01T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:57:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>i know i definitely won't die from it. but sometimes, i really wish i could so that the horrible feeling would just go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea why i cant let go. &lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes and whispering 'go away, go away' can only help for a short amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6901192726853475811?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6901192726853475811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6901192726853475811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8793095414672746585</id><published>2011-01-26T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:59:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible day</title><content type='html'>really.. i should learn by now that saving money on aki only brings more problems which then leads to spending more money. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it has only been 3 weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness chinese new year holidays are coming. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is after interim for deisgn and submission for akicon first assignment.&lt;br /&gt;just a few more days to having a good break.&lt;br /&gt;and getting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness knows how much i sspent for the past 3 weeks on aki stuff. &lt;br /&gt;bahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning urban planning right now and it really sounds interesting. i am considering to take that route (urban landscape) rather than design.. though design is still fun and nice too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8793095414672746585?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8793095414672746585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8793095414672746585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/horrible-day.html' title='horrible day'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2741631023090472157</id><published>2011-01-24T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:01:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aja</title><content type='html'>in these three weeks, i felt as in i grew a few years older.. &lt;br /&gt;not in terms of wisdom or knowlegde. that, im probably still an infant.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so so tired in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is really really so strange..&lt;br /&gt;why am i still hoping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder is it really because i am hoping in the Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least.. &lt;br /&gt;my current tutor isn't a slavedriver like my previous one. haha. &lt;br /&gt;so.. i got a week before interim to do all my drawings and models nice nice and awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2741631023090472157?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2741631023090472157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2741631023090472157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/aja.html' title='aja'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3112077328496046282</id><published>2011-01-18T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:00:38.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the same as before</title><content type='html'>maybe it's because of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting crazier for some weird reason. &lt;br /&gt;it feels as if there's more work to be done now than before last semester..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3112077328496046282?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3112077328496046282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3112077328496046282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-same-as-before.html' title='it&apos;s not the same as before'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6554197576965064325</id><published>2011-01-15T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:15:28.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drizzling</title><content type='html'>everyday goes by, with you somehow drifting further and further away. &lt;br /&gt;and it is really getting so hard to just wait upon the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;and it has only been a couple of weeks or just slightly more than that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't and won't hear me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;if only you know when i say 'take care and have a blessed day' every night, it actually means 'o dyozz vstr dp dp dp qivj gpt upi smf o qodd upi ya yjr apomy ejrtr qu jrsty svyiszzu jityd ajudovszzu.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just open your eyes to the obvious and at least try.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it drizzled today when i went outdoor. &lt;br /&gt;feels like a promise from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of school. lots of work. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;but it is fun.. stressful, money-spending, energy consumin, hectic but fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6554197576965064325?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6554197576965064325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6554197576965064325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/drizzling.html' title='drizzling'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5732416478875402451</id><published>2011-01-09T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:08:45.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye holidays, for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSnJxDDPJzI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kxoox9NTNVQ/s1600/166672_479047327454_530222454_6453971_5685215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSnJxDDPJzI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kxoox9NTNVQ/s400/166672_479047327454_530222454_6453971_5685215_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560197059435243314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping late.&lt;br /&gt;no more waking uplate.&lt;br /&gt;no more watching korean dramas for 6 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for aki. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm all ready. &lt;br /&gt;fearing and worrying takes up half the energy needed for aki so i really should stop being afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm finally going back to dancing.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i hope 'hiphop fit' is at least 50percent dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5732416478875402451?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5732416478875402451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5732416478875402451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-holidays-for-now.html' title='goodbye holidays, for now.'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSnJxDDPJzI/AAAAAAAADzo/Kxoox9NTNVQ/s72-c/166672_479047327454_530222454_6453971_5685215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7018614248747778804</id><published>2011-01-06T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:50:32.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee actually works on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSXkpFvKGBI/AAAAAAAADzg/kIzRZmUgMFU/s1600/photo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSXkpFvKGBI/AAAAAAAADzg/kIzRZmUgMFU/s400/photo1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100709624485906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iphone really makes you look pro. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday, we received an overwhelming number of reader responses to David’s post regarding how much architects make per hour.    To follow up, we found a list, via @casinclair on Twitter, of the top jobs for 2011.  The list places an architect at spot 108, just under a vending machine repairer (107), a cashier (105) and an insurance agent (103).  On the survey’s measure of stress, how’s this: a surgeon (spot 101) received a score of 30.580 for stress, while an architect received a score of 39.930!   Yet, we were surprised to see that an architectural drafter places at spot 66 on the list (with a stress measure of 17.410).  By the way, in case you were wondering, the list rated a software engineer as the best  job for 2011 (stress measure=10.400), followed by a mathematician and an actuary.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken from archdaily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh.. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. had a good time today! (:&lt;br /&gt;good food. good places. good weather. good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and in honour of sharlyn who, and i quote exactly, 'ticks every boxes below the posts everytime' she visits, there's is a box just for her now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me if any of you wants a box too yeah? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7018614248747778804?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7018614248747778804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7018614248747778804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee-actually-works-on-me.html' title='coffee actually works on me!'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TSXkpFvKGBI/AAAAAAAADzg/kIzRZmUgMFU/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7613984913913720751</id><published>2011-01-05T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T01:56:49.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if happy, get through somehow.</title><content type='html'>i'm really praying for you. &lt;br /&gt;please be alright and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7613984913913720751?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7613984913913720751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7613984913913720751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-happy-get-through-somehow.html' title='if happy, get through somehow.'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6424112818895367625</id><published>2011-01-04T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:56:59.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elephant said byebye for now?</title><content type='html'>i hate night time because i think the most when i lie down on my bed, tired but not able to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i also hate waking up because it feels so much better when i have my eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding the elephant now. &lt;br /&gt;praying like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's meant to be, it will be. &lt;br /&gt;that's what im telling myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6424112818895367625?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6424112818895367625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6424112818895367625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/elephant-said-byebye-for-now.html' title='elephant said byebye for now?'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2907385704947757060</id><published>2011-01-03T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:44:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels better when i close my eyes</title><content type='html'>i lost a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2nd january felt like a year, by itself before i finally slept and woke up to the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2907385704947757060?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2907385704947757060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2907385704947757060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-feels-better-when-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='it feels better when i close my eyes'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7936082645666092915</id><published>2011-01-02T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T05:03:25.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna scream but you're down to your last breathe</title><content type='html'>i feel like i didn't really enter 2011 on a happy note. &lt;br /&gt;so anyway, new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GET BACK TO DANCING, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;2. GOD as center of my life and expectations&lt;br /&gt;3. EXERCISE, run at least 2 times a week&lt;br /&gt;4. LOVE everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 5am now.&lt;br /&gt;on 2nd jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for 7am to come.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7936082645666092915?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7936082645666092915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7936082645666092915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/wanna-scream-but-youre-down-to-your.html' title='wanna scream but you&apos;re down to your last breathe'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4205024998615499168</id><published>2011-01-02T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:25:33.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>i'm going to be 21 this year. &lt;br /&gt;OMGOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;i never really thought that i would actually actually reach this age.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;21 feels so much older than 20. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i'm still on square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no new year resolution yet.&lt;br /&gt;that's new.&lt;br /&gt;show's how packed my december holidays was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4205024998615499168?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4205024998615499168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4205024998615499168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-397984912573997797</id><published>2010-12-30T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:22:14.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my body is being 40 years old while my mind is acting like it's 13 years old</title><content type='html'>no one should talk to me when im like that. &lt;br /&gt;honestly. &lt;br /&gt;it always end with people not knowing what to say to me and me not knowing what to say to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-397984912573997797?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/397984912573997797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/397984912573997797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-body-is-being-40-years-old-while-my.html' title='my body is being 40 years old while my mind is acting like it&apos;s 13 years old'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4429678369840733110</id><published>2010-12-29T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:42:43.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every heartbreak makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>haha. maybe korean dramas really ruin today's romance because real guys just don't do what the guys do in dramas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few more days before the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year kinda passed really fast.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4429678369840733110?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4429678369840733110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4429678369840733110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-heartbreak-makes-you-stronger.html' title='every heartbreak makes you stronger'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8596400285917402266</id><published>2010-12-26T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:38:07.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're beautiful</title><content type='html'>oh dear. im turing into a fangirl like chelle. haha. (: but there is something about the songs used in korean dramas that make me go 'awww.. heartmeltzzz'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done this for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKcLjg5bfKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKcLjg5bfKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shouldnt have done that,&lt;br /&gt;I should have pretended not to know&lt;br /&gt;like I didnt see it, like I couldnt see it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have looked at you in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have run away,&lt;br /&gt;I should have pretended I wasnt listening&lt;br /&gt;like I didnt hear it, like I couldnt hear it&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have heard your love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word you made me know love&lt;br /&gt;Without a word you gave me love&lt;br /&gt;Because you took just a breath and ran away like this&lt;br /&gt;Without a word love leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Without a word love abandons me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say next, my lips were surprised&lt;br /&gt;Because it came without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt continuously?&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I can’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;And that you’re not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it’s the same as before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word you made me know love&lt;br /&gt;Without a word you gave me love&lt;br /&gt;Because you took just a breath and ran away like this&lt;br /&gt;Without a word love leaves me&lt;br /&gt;Without a word love abandons me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say next, my lips were surprised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's with the 'the nice guy not getting the girl'?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i mean. okay laaa, the main guy lead is cute and funny and nice deep down inside.. but he always treat the girl badly at first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8596400285917402266?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8596400285917402266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8596400285917402266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-beautiful.html' title='you&apos;re beautiful'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5236012883956663651</id><published>2010-12-25T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:25:54.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, isnt christmas, till it happens in your heart</title><content type='html'>merry christmas, folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5236012883956663651?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this on tim's facebook &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." - C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was good. &lt;br /&gt;to be honest, it wasnt great, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;the fellowship was great. the impact made was subtle but still good. a good reminder. a good encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it has been 5 days, i feel foreign, using my handphone and laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i got back my results. isnt fantastic but im making improvements. praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4899071359003844186?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4899071359003844186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4899071359003844186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/camp-david.html' title='camp david'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3192997569192623067</id><published>2010-12-17T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:45:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a stinging sort of feeling at the back of your throat</title><content type='html'>thats the sensation i get when im about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;i cried quite a bit for this week. &lt;br /&gt;not just for dramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the crying wasnt like the huffing sort of 'im crying so much that i cant breathe properly' but the 'tears are welling up but im not going to let them fall'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guilt of hiding it is replaced with the guilt of breaking promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i freaking going to live with a different kind but constant guilt all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope..&lt;br /&gt;camp answers my questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i do not really know what sort of questions i am really asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope, when it does, it is not too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how is it that the heart actually physically aches when you are sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you be so sad and hurt mentally that it turns physical?&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;can you actually imagine the pain so vividly that it seems so real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;she's not worth it la. why are you so attracted to her when she is lazy, fat, stupid, useless, immature and *continues to list all the bad qualities* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chapter is closing, with a new one opening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that chapters do not close with happy endings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3192997569192623067?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3192997569192623067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3192997569192623067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-stinging-sort-of-feeling-at-back-of.html' title='its a stinging sort of feeling at the back of your throat'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-204768978605933233</id><published>2010-12-15T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:54:01.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul</title><content type='html'>im glad im exhausted now. couldnt get much sleep last night. &lt;br /&gt;because i kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking is awful. especially at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.. you start to think about things you have and had not done. &lt;br /&gt;and you start thinking about how useless you are.. and whats the point of doing whatever you are doing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realize there are people who actually tick the boxes below the posts (points down)&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw bunnies today. &lt;br /&gt;bunnies now make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;even though they are so cute. and fluffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-204768978605933233?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/204768978605933233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/204768978605933233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-your-mind-breaks-spirit-of-your.html' title='when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5788923990603437145</id><published>2010-12-15T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:11:01.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dramas is about 'not being open'</title><content type='html'>seriously, the main characters never come out and say what they really truly feel. &lt;br /&gt;and when they do, its happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, why cant they just be open with one another from the very beginning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5788923990603437145?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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why</title><content type='html'>i wonder how isaiah felt,when God told him that his wife will die, as a sign to israel that they wiould die as a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that he could not even grieve for his wife. but to carry on acting normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christianity is for the weaklings? christianity/ religions just tie people down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it not enough that im saved?&lt;br /&gt;what is truly stopping me from being self-centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i stil havent gotten the idea of living for His glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can find many answers to many of my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find the understanding of them, for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is a deceitful thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6342091217893751663?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6342091217893751663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6342091217893751663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wonder-how-i-wonder-why.html' title='i wonder how, i wonder why'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-9017446166785897682</id><published>2010-12-14T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:34:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad and the ugly</title><content type='html'>why cant dramas have the good, the good, and the good. &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;thats why i prefer cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are more or less settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-9017446166785897682?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/9017446166785897682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/9017446166785897682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='the good, the bad and the ugly'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4703714484117807407</id><published>2010-12-13T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T02:04:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it gets messier</title><content type='html'>its like a drama. &lt;br /&gt;just that we arent as pretty, or handsome or witty as the actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, im not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching full house now and it is awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;and im in love with one of the theme songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really feels like 'awww, my heart is melting'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_InsW2DBftU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_InsW2DBftU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;three bears. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4703714484117807407?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4703714484117807407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4703714484117807407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-it-gets-messier.html' title='and it gets messier'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4099383140512050278</id><published>2010-12-10T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:57:55.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>with everything done for the year, it's time to watch my full house drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, there is still christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. &lt;br /&gt;and.. worried..&lt;br /&gt;plus confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't change even after 7 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4099383140512050278?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4099383140512050278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4099383140512050278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/heartbreaker.html' title='heartbreaker'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4598347564978294696</id><published>2010-12-05T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:25:02.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to like or dislike</title><content type='html'>natalie tran is in singapore!!! &lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!. i wanna take a picture with her!!! ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. she was kinda dissing singapore in her latest lonely planet video and i wasnt sure if i like that..&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. okayyy.. some stuff are true and funny but.. others are like 'you dont even know WHY this happens and you make fun of it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the 'no durian' sign in the mrt station. &lt;br /&gt;i mean.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont like the smell polluting the train.. especially when its crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS CROWDED. not only do you die from the lack of air (sometimes, i really feel like fainting), but have you ever gotten STABBED in the leg by a durian?? yeahh.. STABBED. i had. and i was freaking wearing JEANS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.. the 'no durians' on trains is a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT DISS IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar..&lt;br /&gt;but i still like her. she's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4598347564978294696?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4598347564978294696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4598347564978294696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-like-or-dislike.html' title='to like or dislike'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2407203628074293666</id><published>2010-12-05T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:45:31.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why you should never try to be a cheapskate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPpvQqkixsI/AAAAAAAADzU/wJlrf5lTm6I/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPpvQqkixsI/AAAAAAAADzU/wJlrf5lTm6I/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546868223156340418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed attempt with fruit tarts ):&lt;br /&gt;because i tried to be cheapo with the ingredients. so it doesnt look nice. sighs. it needs green and red. like kiwi and strawberry. yeaahh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the tarts were burnt since i baked them too long and the custard itself didnt really look like how i thought it should look like. my cream thingy looked egg-y. well.. there is supposed to be eggs in fruit tarts but i dont think they are meant to look egg-y. like.. steamed egg kind of egg-y ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.. going to try again tomorrow or monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so poor though. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2407203628074293666?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2407203628074293666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2407203628074293666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-why-you-should-never-try-to-be.html' title='this is why you should never try to be a cheapskate'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPpvQqkixsI/AAAAAAAADzU/wJlrf5lTm6I/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7176036493811772954</id><published>2010-12-01T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:12:09.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, you dont need a reason to like something</title><content type='html'>person A: hey, do you like the esplanade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person B: yeahh.. i like it a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person A: haha.. why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person B: because.. because.. IT'S SO PRETTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person A: . . . . not what i would expect from an architecture student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7176036493811772954?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7176036493811772954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7176036493811772954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-you-dont-need-reason-to-like.html' title='sometimes, you dont need a reason to like something'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2759923748777324905</id><published>2010-12-01T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:27:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish fish fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPZasZkerdI/AAAAAAAADzE/yB1_QPkN9QU/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPZasZkerdI/AAAAAAAADzE/yB1_QPkN9QU/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545719709977980370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time frying fish with lemon. &lt;br /&gt;bahhh.. too much lemon. and too little flour.&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe i should add in an egg so that the flour will stick to the fish easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to come up with a special sauce. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.. this coming friday, i shall do FRUIT TARTS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2759923748777324905?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2759923748777324905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2759923748777324905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-fish-fish.html' title='fish fish fish'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TPZasZkerdI/AAAAAAAADzE/yB1_QPkN9QU/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7662005318999260814</id><published>2010-12-01T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:30:17.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited holidays</title><content type='html'>first day of holidays after the exams. &lt;br /&gt;thankgoodness. just when it feels like it wouldnt come. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i have to stay home for the first few days since the others arent really done. &lt;br /&gt;roar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body clock is all screwed up now :/ &lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;im going to learn how to cook and knit during the december holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7662005318999260814?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7662005318999260814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7662005318999260814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-awaited-holidays.html' title='long awaited holidays'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6069380766833071496</id><published>2010-11-28T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:56:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amnesia</title><content type='html'>i figure instead of dropping whatever im doing and trying to start a whole new life, it's better and easier to get amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day to the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;amazing. i had  2 months of lack of sleep with cutting cardboad and smelling uhu glue and breathing in bamboo dust.. but it went pass faster than studying for 3 papers in 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more day nearer to christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-56204106525642885</id><published>2010-11-26T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:37:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the inner demons</title><content type='html'>they make me want to run away from even the good stuff i have in life. at times like this, i feel like just letting go of everything i have and do and just try to start a whole new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of pride, embarrassment and shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it feels like starting a whole new life is easier than letting go and forgetting your past mistakes and horrors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Peter 2:1-3&lt;br /&gt; 1 Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. 2 Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, 3 now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-56204106525642885?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/56204106525642885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/56204106525642885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/inner-demons.html' title='the inner demons'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6690629458607501980</id><published>2010-11-23T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:29:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb and dumber</title><content type='html'>i always walk out of the examination feeling sad and stupid. honestly, what's with tutors trying to set the most obscure questions? it is as if the most obscure things will ever come out in real life. i mean.. it is obscure for a reason right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it is my fault for not going for lecture. ):&lt;br /&gt;even though i was pretty consistent with my work load this semester, i wasn't for lectures. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the lectures were utterly boring! haha. i mean. i like history and usually, it sends me into a very story telling mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just pray and see how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a strange dream.&lt;br /&gt;recently, it has always been about a certain something..&lt;br /&gt;and that keeps me really confused and it's awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6690629458607501980?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6690629458607501980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6690629458607501980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/dumb-and-dumber.html' title='dumb and dumber'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8381697849156059820</id><published>2010-11-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:36:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared of what you'd say</title><content type='html'>1 down, 2 more to go and then i can play. (:&lt;br /&gt;yay. &lt;br /&gt;but i think essays are horrible cause you study so many interesting topics but you just cant discuss all of them in the exams. ): &lt;br /&gt;holidays have been getting funner and funner..&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired of studying already. i want to play! ): &lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can go genting with michelle, wynne and becca this december. it would be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week has gone by.. but i still do not know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying nation building has been fun. &lt;br /&gt;politics are actually funny, like funny haha kind of funny, when you are not involved in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for christmas.. &lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8381697849156059820?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8381697849156059820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8381697849156059820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/scared-of-what-youd-say.html' title='scared of what you&apos;d say'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3940774625839876435</id><published>2010-11-17T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:58:43.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passwords</title><content type='html'>im so sick of hsving multiple passwords. i always forget which one goes with which acconut. roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want exams to be over. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3940774625839876435?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3940774625839876435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3940774625839876435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/passwords.html' title='passwords'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4605015606573920600</id><published>2010-11-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:59:35.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faithful to the end</title><content type='html'>hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;now faith is being sure of what we hope for and centain of what we do not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith isnt exactly my strongest point when it comes to being sure of the goodness of God's actions in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i look back, i really thank God for the people and opportunities He placed in my life, even the whatihoughtas horrible people and events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4605015606573920600?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4605015606573920600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4605015606573920600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/faithful-to-end.html' title='faithful to the end'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7376997887020862844</id><published>2010-11-15T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:16:03.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its mugging time. oh what joy!</title><content type='html'>okay, im actually rather lazy to start mugging. haha. but.. my papers are rather spread out. one on the 22nd, the second on the 23 and the last one which is an open book is on the 29. so this week, i just have to study for the first two and then the last one after the first two papers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon: stay home and do NB&lt;br /&gt;tues: study with becca, wynne and chelle and do NB (we havent met up for ages!)&lt;br /&gt;wed: go school, do survey, print panel, find someone to mug with.. maybe serene?? di hist&lt;br /&gt;thurs: do hist. submit panel. find huiling to mug with?? go timbre with studio for dinner&lt;br /&gt;friday: meet up with GRACE! mug hist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat and sun: church. family. cg. mug NB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. need to buy snacks and then mug! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7376997887020862844?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7376997887020862844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7376997887020862844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-mugging-time-oh-what-joy.html' title='its mugging time. oh what joy!'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8194607070786085856</id><published>2010-11-13T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:32:06.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it actually feels weird</title><content type='html'>not having to wake up before 12pm, being able to sleep before 2am, not holding a penknife in my hang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slacked the whole day, allowed more than my daily supply of rubbish in my head and bascially pigged out the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel good as it did when i was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i am old or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8194607070786085856?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8194607070786085856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8194607070786085856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-actually-feels-weird.html' title='it actually feels weird'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8729154637212049540</id><published>2010-11-13T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:34:34.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liking random fb stuff makes you learn random stuff</title><content type='html'>for instance, i learn that by stretching the spring in the pen or adding another spring into the pen, the pen bounces higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try that soon.&lt;br /&gt;pity that there isnt anymore lecture for this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgoodness. &lt;br /&gt;im going into my 4th semester of university soon. &lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8729154637212049540?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8729154637212049540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8729154637212049540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/liking-random-fb-stuff-makes-you-learn.html' title='liking random fb stuff makes you learn random stuff'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1182798717701319305</id><published>2010-11-13T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:25:32.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling from cheek to cheek</title><content type='html'>design is finally over. (:&lt;br /&gt;i was happy doing design. &lt;br /&gt;i am happier having a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;now to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt been raining. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going off soon. &lt;br /&gt;geee.. &lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what will happen when you come back, to tell you the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1182798717701319305?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1182798717701319305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1182798717701319305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/smiling-from-cheek-to-cheek.html' title='smiling from cheek to cheek'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5662308051341883423</id><published>2010-11-07T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:35:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright. before i really go and not get sidetrack anymore..</title><content type='html'>i replaced my comment link with a cbox onw on the.. erm.. right.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i still have to think which side is my right and left. &lt;br /&gt;so anyway.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more reason to not post a comment, you lazy people. dont think i dont know you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i sound like an egoristic person who thinks her blog is really popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;it is really popular to spams.&lt;br /&gt;hence, im removing my comment link. its fine if they wanna spam my cbox.. i guess. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i really should do my quiet time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seize the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james 4: 13 - 17&lt;br /&gt;'now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money." Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. &lt;strong&gt;Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that."&lt;/strong&gt; As it is, you boast and brag. All such boasting is evil. &lt;strong&gt;Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesnt do it, sins'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome verses. &lt;br /&gt;i love the book of james. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5662308051341883423?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5662308051341883423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5662308051341883423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/alright-before-i-really-go-and-not-get.html' title='alright. before i really go and not get sidetrack anymore..'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5650659978539843734</id><published>2010-11-07T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:20:01.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when you smile, the whole world stops to stare for awhile</title><content type='html'>i am really enjoying the times i spend with my cg. i am glad we are getting close. but, the only problem with getting closer with them is that.. if anything screws up, i will feel extremely sad and disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when it seems that ill probably be the reason for the screw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how you can be so happy, chatting and laughing with your friends.. and then.. be so emo and lonely at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sermon was good. &lt;br /&gt;james 4:13 - 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about prayers and seizing the day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that is what i am going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long while since i did my quiet time. i am going to challenge myself to do my QT daily despite the hectic aki work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized.. while thinking about my future and stuff.. i havent prayed to God about it.&lt;br /&gt;so.. yeaahh.. no time like the present. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i havent completed my model. the building of the stairs is taking forever and i need to build 4 of it so.. it is forever times four. and there's the making of the portfolio. goodness. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should do my q.t first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i go eat instant mee. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5650659978539843734?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5650659978539843734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5650659978539843734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-when-you-smile-whole-world-stops-to.html' title='and when you smile, the whole world stops to stare for awhile'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3321736007417726899</id><published>2010-10-30T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:58:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed</title><content type='html'>you know, sam.. there IS a reason why you deleted those links. so stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3321736007417726899?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3321736007417726899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3321736007417726899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/annoyed.html' title='annoyed'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3082060286171516746</id><published>2010-10-30T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T02:54:09.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i feel like giving up..</title><content type='html'>i just look at pretty aki buildings, pick up my penknife and continue cutting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ddm is really pushing my limits. &lt;br /&gt;bahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3082060286171516746?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3082060286171516746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3082060286171516746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-i-feel-like-giving-up.html' title='when i feel like giving up..'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7195011399225737832</id><published>2010-10-29T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:59:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this time of the year</title><content type='html'>because it's beginning to smell like christmas. &lt;br /&gt;sighs. singapore.. people usually associate snow with christmas. i associate rain with christmas. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go overseas. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized from '12 days of christmas', that christmas actually starts on 13th december!!! (: (: like, officially. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgoodness. im high on christmas now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. it's going to be a year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard to tell you hoew i really feel right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7195011399225737832?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7195011399225737832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7195011399225737832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='i love this time of the year'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4341545466164098350</id><published>2010-10-21T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:14:36.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>studying on my bed is nice. no distraction because i cant find teen titans online. so.. im actually forced to study. and if im lazy, i just go to sleep. then forced to wake up cause i am not tired anymore, to do work.. and it just goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back my momentum again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is actually not consistent even though i have been ultra proud of my work ethnics for the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4341545466164098350?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4341545466164098350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4341545466164098350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3296560055172173802</id><published>2010-10-21T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:42:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studio</title><content type='html'>when there is no studio, i get slacker. NOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;just three more weeks. hang in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3296560055172173802?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3296560055172173802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3296560055172173802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/studio.html' title='studio'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3886853618797166051</id><published>2010-10-20T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:39:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not meant to be</title><content type='html'>i wish i can get you off my mind. &lt;br /&gt;at times, i really thought i can go on without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish to stop being hurt by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i closing my heart when i should be opening it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3886853618797166051?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3886853618797166051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3886853618797166051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-meant-to-be.html' title='not meant to be'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7273130720132791506</id><published>2010-10-20T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:34:34.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recharged</title><content type='html'>one good solid day of resting. (: &lt;br /&gt;cant help feeling a little guilty though. haha. &lt;br /&gt;watching spiderman and his amazing friends plus teen titans is making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to think about bad stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7273130720132791506?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7273130720132791506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7273130720132791506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/recharged.html' title='recharged'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3095863609891449164</id><published>2010-10-17T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:20:12.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tongue is about to bleed</title><content type='html'>i shall not say anything. &lt;br /&gt;i shall refrain from saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt stop me from feeling agitated and slightly pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you would know better.&lt;br /&gt;a penny for my thoughts, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3095863609891449164?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3095863609891449164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3095863609891449164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-tongue-is-about-to-bleed.html' title='my tongue is about to bleed'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6373620925726087612</id><published>2010-10-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:18:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bite your tongue</title><content type='html'>i think i have to learn not to say everything that is on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;at least, not without thinking..&lt;br /&gt;and.. sometimes, even after thinking about it like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments after assignments. it is going to be so so crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Dear God. Please give me strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6373620925726087612?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6373620925726087612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6373620925726087612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/bite-your-tongue.html' title='bite your tongue'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3152340501208249929</id><published>2010-10-07T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T01:37:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cityhall</title><content type='html'>i love the esplanade area now.. it is so so beautiful with many pretty buildings. haha. the only horrible thing is the Hong Kong copy Laser show. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3152340501208249929?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3152340501208249929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3152340501208249929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/cityhall.html' title='cityhall'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1959284206122884796</id><published>2010-10-05T05:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T05:29:34.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suitcase of memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TKpHCr5_CiI/AAAAAAAADy8/gAnLKAhvq3I/s1600/5813_131674770567_724235567_3520413_4311229_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TKpHCr5_CiI/AAAAAAAADy8/gAnLKAhvq3I/s400/5813_131674770567_724235567_3520413_4311229_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524306004394576418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st birthday marianne! welcome back to singapore! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster brings back memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a start of a new design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1959284206122884796?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1959284206122884796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1959284206122884796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/suitcase-of-memories.html' title='suitcase of memories'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TKpHCr5_CiI/AAAAAAAADy8/gAnLKAhvq3I/s72-c/5813_131674770567_724235567_3520413_4311229_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4920019159475932257</id><published>2010-10-03T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:11:24.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up. im sick of it.</title><content type='html'>i'm sick of guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4920019159475932257?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4920019159475932257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4920019159475932257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-give-up-im-sick-of-it.html' title='i give up. im sick of it.'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3191909572536200078</id><published>2010-09-29T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:00:40.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revit was supposed to make life easier!</title><content type='html'>i gess revit is not for dummies. &lt;br /&gt;less than 35 hour o go for revit submission. &lt;br /&gt;so much for 'it gets easier as you go along' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate making stairs even though they can be pretty and the whoe focus of the building. &lt;br /&gt;bleah you, stairs, for wasting my time for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for bak ku teh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3191909572536200078?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3191909572536200078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3191909572536200078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/revit-was-supposed-to-make-life-easier.html' title='revit was supposed to make life easier!'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8786356276519628639</id><published>2010-09-26T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:49:50.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning over to a brand new leaf no.504</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJ9dgSZx-4I/AAAAAAAADy0/YeQiJQvPDg8/s1600/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJ9dgSZx-4I/AAAAAAAADy0/YeQiJQvPDg8/s400/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521234477456685954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first half of semester 3 started off well but left a horrible taste in my mouth. took one whole week to sulk and refresh myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i shall work even harder for the rest of this semester. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done a single proper work this week. &lt;br /&gt;and there're two submissions this week.&lt;br /&gt;with one tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better start cracking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work. DANCE. spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;go sam go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8786356276519628639?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8786356276519628639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8786356276519628639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/turning-over-to-brand-new-leaf-no504.html' title='turning over to a brand new leaf no.504'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJ9dgSZx-4I/AAAAAAAADy0/YeQiJQvPDg8/s72-c/DSCN1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8919226670943208641</id><published>2010-09-22T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:13:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for being happy</title><content type='html'>im feeling troubled. &lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8919226670943208641?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8919226670943208641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8919226670943208641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-for-being-happy.html' title='so much for being happy'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7111830066085102161</id><published>2010-09-21T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:56:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJeSJB0zSoI/AAAAAAAADys/TNjoEbCciBE/s1600/DSCN1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJeSJB0zSoI/AAAAAAAADys/TNjoEbCciBE/s400/DSCN1139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519040552172210818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this week will be a fun birthday week thingy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7111830066085102161?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7111830066085102161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7111830066085102161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='happy belated birthday'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJeSJB0zSoI/AAAAAAAADys/TNjoEbCciBE/s72-c/DSCN1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4340335906302094593</id><published>2010-09-17T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:04:14.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a circle of rainbow above the structure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJOHgLvaabI/AAAAAAAADyc/8NY6Z6Ze7O8/s1600/16092010042-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJOHgLvaabI/AAAAAAAADyc/8NY6Z6Ze7O8/s400/16092010042-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517902955436206514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks of bamboo's worth of fats, stress, frustration, going to school on weekends and exhuastion become insignificant after 1 day of construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy isn't enough to describe how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;probably its more of a sick with a cold, exhausted from the lack of sleep from the past weeks, relieved cause its finally over and excited for the next week's kind of happy&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still alive. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;after 2 weeks of madness.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldnt be surprised that i am still alive, barely, but still alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm a little amazed that i am still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the bamboo project commenced with two nights of merely a hour of sleep each and 5 days and then nation builidng test and a presentation to prepare and a reading response to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it felt like the end when i saw the second level up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJLkzrTxOJI/AAAAAAAADyU/y1hlp3ir4fY/s1600/16092010043-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJLkzrTxOJI/AAAAAAAADyU/y1hlp3ir4fY/s400/16092010043-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517724069932382354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy that i think i can just die from happiness. &lt;br /&gt;okay, so it is not like saying i am super free next week.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally stay away from school&lt;br /&gt;and i can do work at home&lt;br /&gt;and in starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can sleep whenever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny.. &lt;br /&gt;how when i am so so tired, i can think of the weirdest things. like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like there is always room for desserts, there is always energy for camwhoring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after 5 years of architecture, aki students will leave the school, with the skills of architecture as well as the ability of being able to sleep anywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the rest. okay. i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sleep is good. &lt;br /&gt;will try to wake up at 9am to do work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4340335906302094593?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4340335906302094593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4340335906302094593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/circle-of-rainbow-above-structure.html' title='a circle of rainbow above the structure'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TJOHgLvaabI/AAAAAAAADyc/8NY6Z6Ze7O8/s72-c/16092010042-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5854810283078829134</id><published>2010-09-11T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:43:50.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-ing</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i hate going onto facebook and seeing all the latest posts. &lt;br /&gt;it makes me sad and a little envious to see most of them being happy and.. contented? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am contented with my life.. &lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe aki is getting to me. &lt;br /&gt;i feel sad that im missing out on church and my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dance. &lt;br /&gt;and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;and God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to a few christian aki friends about it.. &lt;br /&gt;the whole 'should aki be the most important thing in our life'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got different answers. &lt;br /&gt;but somehow,i think they are leaning towards a yes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more week then semester break.&lt;br /&gt;just one more week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5854810283078829134?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5854810283078829134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5854810283078829134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/emo-ing.html' title='emo-ing'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4387642107388000241</id><published>2010-09-10T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:50:11.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love aki but i also love my life</title><content type='html'>despite my post i made about it's no longer TGIF, this week is reaslly TGIF because.. it's hari raya!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to go school though. to do work. hshs. just that there is no submission or tutorial or lecture to go to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more week of madness and then.. &lt;br /&gt;at least a little of my life back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bamboo splinters stuck in my hands&lt;br /&gt;millin and one bruises from bumping into almost everything from the past few days due to sleep&lt;br /&gt;eyebags under my first eyebags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being happy that i am on my bed.. and knowing that i do not have to wake up one or two hours later to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for the fact that i am still alive and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my friends though. i miss having chances to camwhore. i want to go hiking with my cg too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4387642107388000241?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4387642107388000241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4387642107388000241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-aki-but-i-also-love-my-life.html' title='i love aki but i also love my life'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3533930863088449389</id><published>2010-09-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:49:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe working to death is actually worthwhile</title><content type='html'>lack or too much of sleep causes early death, as seen from many many research papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that is the case, then most architects would probably die young. &lt;br /&gt;work till you drop and die? &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i was really thinking that i might just die from exhaustion during these two works. and i have been thinking to myself.. i think i can doing much better in year 2 as compared to year 1 in terms of commitment and maybe.. if i dare say, in the technical and architecture aspects as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i have been working hard. to do my very best for all my assignments, to complete them on time, to be disciplined.. until i get headaches from my dying brain cells due to lack of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;and i have been focusing on aki mostly, neglecting my other parts of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. is it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using revit to digitally design my adaptation of the transportable tourist tower for the past few days makes me curse like crazy in my mind as well as makes me feel satisfied at the thought of actually designing a real building for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having fun, despite of the tiredness and the dying of brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to work. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the submission for DDM and i decided to redo the bulk of it. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill post the pictures of my TTT adaption the next time i blog. &lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3533930863088449389?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3533930863088449389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3533930863088449389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/maybe-working-to-death-is-actually.html' title='Maybe working to death is actually worthwhile'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8050945070676581138</id><published>2010-09-07T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:36:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letmecatchmybreath</title><content type='html'>horrible week, this week is. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i think ill lose a lot of brain cells due to lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with a bang of having merely half an hour of sleep cause of studio work (omgosh!!! i really cant wait for the end of next week ): )&lt;br /&gt;reached home only at 515pm (and that is because i decided to leave halfway through studio cause of a horrible headache, the need of sleep, and the need of some energy to do my readings for my other modules), had lunch and slept till 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.. i think its another sleepless night. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the days are passing fast so..&lt;br /&gt;it is stressful yet fast and not stressful and agonizingly slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.. &lt;br /&gt;i really need to work on my socializing skill. it is slowly depleting to a negative 10 - not that it was even a perfect 10 in the first place but still.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i thought i was a people's person when right now, i just want to hang around with one or two or three people at a time, just do my work by myself (even though doing as a group improves my workmanship and ideas) and just.. stone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so distanced from everyone and even God because of school and whateverthathasbeenhappening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess.. i am being more civillised and more daughterly to my mom than ever before.. &lt;br /&gt;granted that she lied to me and said the soup was bak ku teh soup when it was actually chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;i was so upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8050945070676581138?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8050945070676581138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8050945070676581138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/letmecatchmybreath.html' title='letmecatchmybreath'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-5696245903551946061</id><published>2010-09-04T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:46:28.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one way to change a leopard's spots is to paint over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TIEzq1v3gKI/AAAAAAAADyE/X-gqAr0s0DE/s1600/03092010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TIEzq1v3gKI/AAAAAAAADyE/X-gqAr0s0DE/s400/03092010014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512744229953568930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of my current studio mates, some bamboo structure thingy that we were trying out at the back and in between, an exhausted studio mate who goes high on lack of sleep.. when she is awake. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an off week. &lt;br /&gt;and when i mean off, i mean.. ill-disciplined. &lt;br /&gt;gouging myself with food, not going for lectures, sleeping in and still having the cheek to feel tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shopped yesterday. (: it has been quite awhile since i shopped. it felt nice (: &lt;br /&gt;and gosh damn it, im getting fatter. NOOOOO. ): &lt;br /&gt;hope i can go for dance lesson with my oldest brother soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep. 3 hours plus of sleep before waking up for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-5696245903551946061?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5696245903551946061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/5696245903551946061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-way-to-change-leopards-spots-is-to.html' title='one way to change a leopard&apos;s spots is to paint over it'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TIEzq1v3gKI/AAAAAAAADyE/X-gqAr0s0DE/s72-c/03092010014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-83353398434469350</id><published>2010-09-04T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:40:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's no longer TGIF</title><content type='html'>third weekend in the row that i have to go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;im going to have a crazy weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 readings and a powerpoint presentation to do for SEA history of aki&lt;br /&gt;4 readings and a reading responsr to do for sustainable aki&lt;br /&gt;a 3d modelling of a buidling and printing of a book for digital design &lt;br /&gt;and of course.. there is still studio work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is seriously not about time management here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roarrr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-83353398434469350?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/83353398434469350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/83353398434469350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-no-longer-tgif.html' title='it&apos;s no longer TGIF'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6800550713189625975</id><published>2010-09-02T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:42:18.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preparing to work is a new way of procastination</title><content type='html'>it's like, trying to work without actually really doing work. &lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy. the feeling of wanting to slack and just sleep just like first year is coming back. NOOOO. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so..&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out for a tutee now. &lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im looking out for a decent and cheap dance group that i can join once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i will never ever go out ever again on wednesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6800550713189625975?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6800550713189625975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6800550713189625975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/preparing-to-work-is-new-way-of.html' title='preparing to work is a new way of procastination'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4405881616376713653</id><published>2010-09-01T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:42:03.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep will be the death of me</title><content type='html'>missed 1 NB lecture&lt;br /&gt;2 SA lectures&lt;br /&gt;and 3 SEAHis lectures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of.. sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and attending DDM lectures is kinda beyond hope already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;damn sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to school i go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4405881616376713653?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4405881616376713653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4405881616376713653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleep-will-be-death-of-me.html' title='sleep will be the death of me'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6511282255462715055</id><published>2010-08-31T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:09:36.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silent readers</title><content type='html'>i think there are actually more than 1 (jacq. hahahahaha) people who read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks for not letting me know, huh??&lt;br /&gt;just reading my &lt;s&gt;secrets&lt;/s&gt; vulnerable feelings and thoughts and then surprising me with questions that make me realize you (a general you. not referring to anyone specifically) read my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. its fine to read my blog but at least tell me!!! &lt;br /&gt;i may go 'ohhh. errr...' for a few minutes but that's it. &lt;s&gt;ill just have to guard my thoughts abit more&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took a, what i thought, well deserved break today. &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6511282255462715055?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6511282255462715055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6511282255462715055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/silent-readers.html' title='silent readers'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4303401504967760063</id><published>2010-08-29T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:15:27.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it like a school thing or something?</title><content type='html'>i woke up feeling like crap. &lt;br /&gt;and i can name a few reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;off to school i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4303401504967760063?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4303401504967760063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4303401504967760063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-like-school-thing-or-something.html' title='is it like a school thing or something?'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6225515392565073927</id><published>2010-08-29T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:23:12.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>immaturity hits again</title><content type='html'>wasn't really in my best behavior tonight. &lt;br /&gt;and then everything just went back to what it was two years ago just that i'm older now and things are reversed. &lt;br /&gt;i went back home, feeling so screwed up, annoyed with my childish behavior and gosh.. i didnt think i could get anymore confused and heartbroken than before. or maybe confused isnt really the right word. more like 'two-headed'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt say anything because i am not in a position to say anything and when i open my mouth to speak, everything was just so fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the 'christian' stuff sounded so so fake and hypocritical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you crippling me slowly? maybe it hurts more, maybe it doesn't but.. why dont you just snap me in an instant so that i will know there will no longer be any more painer feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my house, all happy and excited for the night. As evening comes, things just got down, down, down, down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is a good time to seek refuge in the studio. &lt;br /&gt;away from feelings. away from close ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me, models and the stress to complete anassignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6225515392565073927?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6225515392565073927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6225515392565073927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/immaturity-hits-again.html' title='immaturity hits again'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3903845442709535831</id><published>2010-08-28T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:15:16.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in every hello, there is a little goodbye</title><content type='html'>hello 7days of school a week&lt;br /&gt;hello unhealthy fried food &lt;br /&gt;hello studiomates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, old friends??&lt;br /&gt;at least for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3903845442709535831?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3903845442709535831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3903845442709535831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-every-hello-there-is-little-goodbye.html' title='in every hello, there is a little goodbye'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3559982638997404049</id><published>2010-08-26T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:10:56.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so how are you, sam?</title><content type='html'>i have been busy. &lt;br /&gt;it's hard to adjust. to be honest. but being busy is keeping me from feeling too sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i still miss you so so much. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a hour to friday. &lt;br /&gt;the third friday since school reopened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i don't really have any assignment beside doing readings for 3 of my modules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate computering. &lt;br /&gt;then again, if i get used to it, it will be less tedious as compared to drawing by hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the world then.&lt;br /&gt;every one and everything is just screaming out why he/she/it is the best and why the other sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being confused doesn't sit well with me cause i get cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either i am sure of something, or i just dont think at all.&lt;br /&gt;period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3559982638997404049?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3559982638997404049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3559982638997404049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-how-are-you-sam.html' title='so how are you, sam?'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4945476939668779148</id><published>2010-08-25T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:58:19.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping is disrupting my schedule</title><content type='html'>people are telling me different things about sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt:&lt;br /&gt;your body works in multiple of threes. so you should sleep for 3, 6, 9 hours to wake up feeling alert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelle:&lt;br /&gt;my brother said after 8 hours of sleep, your body resets itself. that's why you feel tired after sleeping for 9, 10, 11 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yenny:&lt;br /&gt;6 is no good. 7 is better. that's what i have been reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i overslept two times in row. &lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot not go for lectures. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is thursday but im not panicking or having lack of sleep cause my tutor is out of town.&lt;br /&gt;heeheeheeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4945476939668779148?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4945476939668779148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4945476939668779148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleeping-is-disrupting-my-schedule.html' title='sleeping is disrupting my schedule'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8345586976407231010</id><published>2010-08-25T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:47:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erratic sleeping and eating</title><content type='html'>that's what aki does to you.&lt;br /&gt;work load is actually not that bad despite the initial despair abouy having to do weekly readings for my 4 other modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate satay sticks so so much. &lt;br /&gt;i think i prefer cardboard. it is &lt;u&gt;slightly&lt;/u&gt; easier to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw the last of satay sticks like a semester ago but.. i guess this will not be the very last time of me using satay sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 230am..&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;horrible time to be full awake when you need to leave the house at 730am because its too early to wake up since you'll get sleepy at noon time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a 5days week of school. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8345586976407231010?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8345586976407231010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8345586976407231010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/erratic-sleeping-and-eating.html' title='erratic sleeping and eating'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4323390875419044559</id><published>2010-08-16T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:54:53.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never knew this will hurt so badly</title><content type='html'>2nd week of school. weekends pass awfully fast when you have school. ):&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights, lack of time to write letters and replies to friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i havent replied you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion and busy-ness is another couple that doesnt go well together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is for the best. the decision i mean.&lt;br /&gt;since im so busy&lt;br /&gt;and since you're not relly affected that badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. sleep for 3 hours then back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4323390875419044559?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4323390875419044559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4323390875419044559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-never-knew-this-will-hurt-so-badly.html' title='i never knew this will hurt so badly'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-3684094916333981842</id><published>2010-08-15T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:11:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teardrops on my guitar?</title><content type='html'>it's has nothing to do with the song. it's just that.. today had teardrops and guitar in it, so i thought of this title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the last time i cried so much.. for so long and till i have an awful headache. i never know you can cry till you get a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i hope this is according to Your plan.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like being upset over this with You but i guess that is stupid of me to do that. &lt;br /&gt;i pray that You can still watch and never give up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-3684094916333981842?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3684094916333981842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/3684094916333981842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='teardrops on my guitar?'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7100641414655819186</id><published>2010-08-13T05:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:41:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work, eat, sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TGRosIHt09I/AAAAAAAADx8/XRoGzWaaL9E/s1600/still_no_sleep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504639751856968658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TGRosIHt09I/AAAAAAAADx8/XRoGzWaaL9E/s400/still_no_sleep.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this on jessie's wall status. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. i feel so sleep deprived. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you could tell that im tired since im laughing at the end of every sentence. haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;536am on a friday.&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;funny how my tutor gave us double the work to do in half the time as compared to the previous prob. (no more haha-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;well, at least you and your friends will ave fun bitching about work&lt;br /&gt;clement&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the first week kicked off with a good start. (:&lt;br /&gt;so in a sense, i am satisfied with this week's work (though i hardly play and socialized but that doesn't really matter for now i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to doing work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday the 13th..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7100641414655819186?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7100641414655819186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7100641414655819186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/work-eat-sleep.html' title='work, eat, sleep'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz0WapLnPnI/TGRosIHt09I/AAAAAAAADx8/XRoGzWaaL9E/s72-c/still_no_sleep.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1137979999132115617</id><published>2010-08-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:18:35.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a public holiday means extra time to do work for aki students</title><content type='html'>it is a start of a new semester. &lt;br /&gt;year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fresh start&lt;br /&gt;to be more diligent, to be more hardworking and productive and to be more serious and passionate with my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far, i think i am doing well (we were given work last thursday already. :/ thank God mon was a public holiday. haha)&lt;br /&gt;i am a third done with whatever i need to present on thursday so yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this long weekend was rather overwhelming for me. gosh. school work, two weddings, cg stayover, tuition and making sure i still have time for my boyfriend. it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding ceremonies got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;it is really troubling, the situation i am in now.. &lt;br /&gt;but im beginning to understand what my friends have been saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do the right (Godly) thing but everytime i see you, my determination crumbles like an apple crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is meant to be, it will be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1137979999132115617?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1137979999132115617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1137979999132115617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/public-holiday-means-extra-time-to-do.html' title='a public holiday means extra time to do work for aki students'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4098518715261896761</id><published>2010-08-07T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:46:14.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy + anxiety = crankiness</title><content type='html'>the want to just be alone and have minimum contact with people is coming back to me. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;be strong, sam. be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a weakling, someone so easily tempted by the idea to slack and to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4098518715261896761?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4098518715261896761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4098518715261896761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-anxiety-crankiness.html' title='busy + anxiety = crankiness'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-6187056099874887462</id><published>2010-08-06T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:21:34.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i learned from cooking..</title><content type='html'>Pasta:&lt;br /&gt;pasta without bacon bits isnt pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried fish:&lt;br /&gt;cheese doesn't go well with it &lt;br /&gt;*wrinkles nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-6187056099874887462?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6187056099874887462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/6187056099874887462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-learned-from-cooking.html' title='What i learned from cooking..'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4449286703864449307</id><published>2010-08-05T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:28:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so stupid</title><content type='html'>lowest common multiple. BAHHHH. who even uses THAT after secondary school. &lt;br /&gt;i feel dumb. &lt;br /&gt;): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun doing maths again. &lt;br /&gt;i just hope the tutee doesn't think im' useless. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chelle and i wasted 501 points on a module. &lt;br /&gt;now i feel dumber&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but i supposed it's worth it since we're going to be classmates again!!! wheee. &lt;br /&gt;(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is thursday.&lt;br /&gt;so fast. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember what i did last week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4449286703864449307?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4449286703864449307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4449286703864449307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-feel-so-stupid.html' title='i feel so stupid'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1810817208027580806</id><published>2010-08-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:18:22.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before we turn to stone</title><content type='html'>i hate it when you are not happy because it makes me feel so helpless and useless and.. un-needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why in the world would someone steal a wallet with less than 10bucks inside, an atm card which will not work after entering the password wrongly three times, some cards and a few other 'sentimental' junk?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you at least have some nice-ness in you to return back his wallet after taking away the money. or at least, drop it on the floor, and not in a rubbish bin, and let some nice souls see it and then return it back to him.&lt;br /&gt;you horrible person. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like hating you for making him unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1810817208027580806?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1810817208027580806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1810817208027580806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/before-we-turn-to-stone.html' title='before we turn to stone'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-171416740189475644</id><published>2010-08-02T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:51:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bidding gives me white hair</title><content type='html'>oh please please please let michelle and i get the same module together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-171416740189475644?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/171416740189475644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/171416740189475644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/bidding-gives-me-white-hair.html' title='bidding gives me white hair'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-2532274667712853666</id><published>2010-08-01T03:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T04:28:15.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more week</title><content type='html'>funny how most of my recent posts is just counting down to something. -.-&lt;br /&gt;that's awfully sad. bahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, 1 more week plus to school.&lt;br /&gt;i really pray that i will survive this semester and that i will stop being a lazy ass and start being studious and hardworking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is a good thing that onemanga shut down. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if all things go well, i will have fridays free from going to NUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to give tuition twice a week, starting from this coming week. im pretty nervous about it, about teaching and about me coping with the overall work load.. but, 3 hours a week, with a really good pay, is rather worth it. then i can save up for a nice holiday next year! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep. &lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, there goes my plan of wanting to wake up at 9am daily. :/ &lt;br /&gt;and there went my plan for wanting to exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes before this, i wanted to write a long post, about my current relationship, about what i really want out of a few people.. in other words, stuff that i havent been blogging about for ages, in details. &lt;br /&gt;but as usual, the moment i start typing the introduction, the feeling died down and now i am writing about the same old same old, superficial and generalized things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, if blogger has an application like facebook.. you know, the one that finds out what are the most common words that person said on facebook.. mine would probably be these few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fat&lt;br /&gt;2. laziness&lt;br /&gt;3. procrastination&lt;br /&gt;4. disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you think so too huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awful habits are awfully hard to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sadistic way, working was good for me. though i really really think working made me fat due to snacking from fattening food and the lack of even walking, it kept me disciplined in terms of doing QT, waking up early, sleeping at a decent time (and not like right now), making me feel efficient and not that lazy as i usually am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real miracle how i could study so much during my secondary 4 year. it is a miracle how i even passed my a level, not with flying colours though (i'm slightly shameful about that actually), and get into a local university, doing something that at least interest me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sense, i regret and not regret playing a lot during my jc time, since i am still feeling happy (most of the times), about my current point of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it has been 9 months. things are getting mundane, conversations are mostly small talks and short when there isn't any problem between us, a few 'us' problems happened here and there..&lt;br /&gt;and my gosh, it has only been 9 months?? we're not even married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder do you like silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, sometimes, i guess. &lt;br /&gt;i guess you do, too, sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;but what if there are more silences than conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe in cheesy fairytales romance because i don't think they are actually cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;maybe people only find it cheesy because they havent been in such situations. or maybe.. it is to cover up their embarrassment in front of everyone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really try to get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try to blog more often too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-2532274667712853666?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2532274667712853666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/2532274667712853666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/08/1-more-week.html' title='1 more week'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8602197672247747888</id><published>2010-07-24T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:42:01.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks of holiday</title><content type='html'>i'm free!&lt;br /&gt;but what a time for one manga to close down&lt;br /&gt;*sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels sort of weird actually, to just slack. a bit sad?? &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;its okay. it's something i can get used to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kingdom hearts, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;this week, i shall learn how to make cheese cake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8602197672247747888?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8602197672247747888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8602197672247747888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-weeks-of-holiday.html' title='2 weeks of holiday'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7341774468134690003</id><published>2010-07-21T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:33:10.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was so perfect in my dream</title><content type='html'>last week was supposed to be my last week of work. but.. i decided to work for two more weeks, 3 timea a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more money to spend on people. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then just one week of full bliss before week 1 of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;to play kingdom hearts&lt;br /&gt;to redesign my room&lt;br /&gt;to meet up with chelle, becca and wynne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go back to  dancing&lt;br /&gt;to lose fats&lt;br /&gt;to find a tuitee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cook&lt;br /&gt;to knit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;it's just that im starting to have doubts about the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;and the doubts come like more often than i meet you a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they go away the moment you hold my hand and smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can make you laugh every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7341774468134690003?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7341774468134690003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7341774468134690003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-was-so-perfect-in-my-dream.html' title='it was so perfect in my dream'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1715270461231948598</id><published>2010-07-10T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:09:45.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my heart but please dont break it</title><content type='html'>i feel like crying. i want to cry. but i shouldn't cry. because, it'll just make things worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write a long post, to get rid of the angry, sad, lonely and heart broken feelings i have been having in me but.. i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how the pervious time, the 'j' isn't working?? now, the 'y' is not working properly. everytime i want to type 'you', it ends up as 'ou' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish these awful selfish thoughts will just leave my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1715270461231948598?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1715270461231948598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1715270461231948598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/07/take-my-heart-but-please-dont-break-it.html' title='take my heart but please dont break it'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-25537321674231963</id><published>2010-07-04T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:25:45.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a jealous bone</title><content type='html'>the 'j' key on my keyboard isn't working so well. a bit hard to press.. roarr..&lt;br /&gt;ironic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;haha. maybe it's telling me to stop feeling 'jealous'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i haven't been blogging for ages. &lt;br /&gt;ah well..&lt;br /&gt;been busy, lazy, tired, lazy and blank here and there. most of the times when i feel like blogging were when i was out. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the weather has been pretty nice. rainy and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;and i have been feeling happy most of the times.. &lt;br /&gt;but not today. &lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday. &lt;br /&gt;two more weeks of work.&lt;br /&gt;i got my pay. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going to treat my family for dinner for the first time tonight. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to stop working.&lt;br /&gt;not that i hate the place or the job. &lt;br /&gt;i just feel lazy sometimes and i wanna play before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;roar. &lt;br /&gt;school is starting in a month's time&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess one reasonn why i kinda feel so moody now is because i feel so lousy about myself. &lt;br /&gt;drawing, aki, dance.. &lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;and the whole comparing thingy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should stop this. &lt;br /&gt;and the whole complaining and wanting more stuff. &lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i think in this way, i am like my mom. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;dinner soon. &lt;br /&gt;i hope my bf comes soon &lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more weeks to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-25537321674231963?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/25537321674231963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/25537321674231963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/07/jealous-bone.html' title='a jealous bone'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-8471561783107020166</id><published>2010-06-15T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:02:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking initiative</title><content type='html'>sometimes, that is why i hate taking charge of something. &lt;br /&gt;because it always make me feel so stupid and lousy of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i tend to handle things the wrong way and make people think badly of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pride??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-8471561783107020166?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8471561783107020166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/8471561783107020166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-initiative.html' title='taking initiative'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4846498345358499992</id><published>2010-06-15T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:10:06.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people are scary</title><content type='html'>i will stop reading forums. i will stop reading forums. i will stop reading forums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are just so scary. &lt;br /&gt;and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;but more of scary than annoying. &lt;br /&gt;like 5 percent more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religion is a sensitive issue, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is scary. &lt;br /&gt;and it is because of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, for passionate christians, it is sad that we can't really proclaim that Christ is the way to go out loud, because the world would just see it as us being ignorant and insensitive to other religions and it would totally turn people off. &lt;br /&gt;in a sense, it is like, we are right but wrong in the eyes of the world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole new topic altogether..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should cut down on clothes? maybe i have enough clothes even though they are all mostly second handed and there are just so many pretty things out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will stop envying and comparing myself to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should work on my english because i dont feel justisfied everytime i write in my blog due to my inadequate english. roarr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4846498345358499992?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4846498345358499992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4846498345358499992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/06/people-are-scary.html' title='people are scary'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-4687886380673092068</id><published>2010-06-14T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:17:49.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd week</title><content type='html'>thank you, Lord, for all of your blessings and strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting used to the idea of working that i no longer dread work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun last weekend with the sec4girls. (: they are so so precious. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was rather moody for the past few nights. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know. maybe i was just feeling alone? and lousy about myself? &lt;br /&gt;like recent things just make me feel so low and nelow average. &lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just have to keep telling myself to never give up and to always find joy in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go birdpark!&lt;br /&gt;hope i can go next week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-4687886380673092068?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4687886380673092068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/4687886380673092068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/06/3rd-week.html' title='3rd week'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-7284995263004866468</id><published>2010-06-08T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:24:11.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>many things, little time</title><content type='html'>i dont know if i should keep reading the news. haha. even thrashy news like the free newspapers they give out on weekdays' mornings, yahoo's news and stomp, make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious news are usually bad news. like murders and wars and conflicts. and then amusing thrashy news just show the really stupid side of humans that make me go -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news are so so ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only pretty things in the world are cakes, dresses, buildings, and nature. &lt;br /&gt;oh, actually, i think most of my friends are pretty people!! haha. okay, with such a comment, i guess im being judgemental??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, it is like..&lt;br /&gt;the people whom i read in the news got their brains eaten by zombies or something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;i found an aki heavan. haha. which is my company. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so many pretty aki books to read and stare longingly at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some interior designing today. &lt;br /&gt;it was.. not fantastic. i mean, the design. &lt;br /&gt;well, granted that it is my first time trying but!!! if i was really talented in drawing or creativity, i would have done an awesome job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;there is actually a bit of a 'disappointment/let down' because i am not talented at all and stuff like that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, i really should stop wherever i am heading towards and change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe i should just stop myself from thinking like that everytime, and just do my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, so i stared at many many pretty aki books with pretty interior designs and half the time, i was like 'ohhhh.. i will do this and this and this for my new house'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chelle should feel honoured cause i was thinking of your new house' interior too!! i was like 'ooohhh, a zen feeling house!!! perfect of chelle' and 'OHHHH!! pretty water basin for toilet.. looks so japanese. okay, add into mental list for chelle's new house' and 'OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, sliding doors, with short tables and sofas and etc, chelle chelle chelle' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelle, you better get at least a semi detached or else my 10years of planning for your house (by the time you get one)  will go down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. for my house??&lt;br /&gt;i really want a sunken living room!! but to have a sunked living room, i wont be able to stay in a high rise!!! ): ): a platform living room is nice too but i still want a sunken living room. it is so so pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs..&lt;br /&gt;so i was saying..&lt;br /&gt;many many aki books to read&lt;br /&gt;some christian books to read&lt;br /&gt;somw baking books to read&lt;br /&gt;one knitting book to read and to learn from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many nice things to read and to gaze lovingly at.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cakes, pretty dresses, pretty buildings and houses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and pretty boys from mangas.. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima sucker for pretty things. honestly, i love staring at pretty cakes in the show glass at bakeries.. but i dont really actually enjoy eating cakes as much as i like looking at them.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is wednesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to go and then it is weekend again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-7284995263004866468?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7284995263004866468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/7284995263004866468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/06/many-things-little-time.html' title='many things, little time'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884845.post-1661784314433504216</id><published>2010-06-07T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:15:01.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week</title><content type='html'>work is fun. the people there are really friendly and sweet. haha. thank God for his providence. &lt;br /&gt;sighs. it's just that the more i talk to those people, the more i feel like ill never be an architect. haha..&lt;br /&gt;i know we can go into interior designing as well but i still like the idea of buidling pretty houses.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is really all about God's plan..&lt;br /&gt;right now, i should jusy enjoy myself and do the best i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result improved slightly, which is still good. i guess i am a little disappointed with my design. but that's probably because i didnt work as hard as the rest so yeahhh.. i shall work on that and maintain the same grades as the rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great sinngapore sale is here. gosh. so many pretty dresses. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to see my jc classmates last sat and it was really great. i miss them so much. hope we can see one another again before school starts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8884845-1661784314433504216?l=hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1661784314433504216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8884845/posts/default/1661784314433504216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hiphop-jazz.blogspot.com/2010/06/2nd-week.html' title='2nd week'/><author><name>samquek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18105319377201710278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGkQLUr6ux4/Tt9doF9gzWI/AAAAAAAAEFk/EywlafDkVqA/s220/339823_10150303408428515_554318514_7971276_723682850_o.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
