<?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-966719300955406070</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:21:42.097+11:00</updated><category term='When I stop to ponder'/><category term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category term='Bright skies'/><category term='Meh'/><category term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><title type='text'>Living Out The Distance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6880119698271723172</id><published>2012-01-30T17:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:04:33.794+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>"So this is the new year, and I don't feel any different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it's already 2012 reminds me how much time has already elapsed, and there's no going back.&lt;br /&gt;A new year. The end of the road remains unclear. My heart is dry, my mind weary, my soul wounded. Time to get myself together for the long road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012. A year of change. A year to make loose ends meet. A year of restoration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6880119698271723172?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6880119698271723172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6880119698271723172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6880119698271723172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6880119698271723172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2067498038423853567</id><published>2011-12-11T17:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:40:33.372+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>Reflection. Repair. Restoration.</title><content type='html'>It seems that in the past few weeks my thought processes and emotional well-being has been severely affected and I can never get my thoughts straightened out. I can't really express my thoughts clearly in an organised fashion. Thus, I'll be taking a break until I can find a way to resolve the disarray in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2067498038423853567?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2067498038423853567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2067498038423853567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2067498038423853567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2067498038423853567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflection-repair-and-restoration.html' title='Reflection. Repair. Restoration.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5204731667286149955</id><published>2011-11-17T00:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:23:28.583+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends" John 15:13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly love is to love sacrificially - to love expecting    nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I aspire to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5204731667286149955?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5204731667286149955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5204731667286149955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5204731667286149955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5204731667286149955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/11/greater-love-has-no-one-than-this-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-3819167267492364125</id><published>2011-10-25T18:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:56:56.557+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Restart.</title><content type='html'>It's almost three years now. This vivid landscape that I've come to adapt to. Despite the temperamental weather which is either depressing or uplifting, despite the differences in culture which has its good and bad, I have come to love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, during that dark night on that taxiing plane, I came to realise how much everyone meant to me back at my first home as I floated away into the horizon. Looking out that cold glass window into the dark and gloomy sky only reflected my heart's uncertainty and hopelessness in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my pleasant surprise, things went well - a rough start getting used to the new environment perhaps, but over the years many close bonds were formed and many fond memories were made over this time. The moments we shared were fun and boring, happy and sad, smart and stupid, epic and ... anticlimactic, dnm and trivial and so much more. All these years spent with all of you were fantastic and I enjoyed every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out those doors for the last time today as a high school student suddenly struck me so hard, because the thought of "this is it" comes to mind. Like some out there, I have come to accept the end of my adolescent days and I readied myself for the new beginning in the distant future. But I couldn't ready myself for the feelings of sadness and nostalgia that would overwhelm me on the very day that school ended forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like three years ago, another parting happened today. Like three years ago, I cannot fully fathom my emotions. All I know is that I'm happy that school is over, yet sad that school is over. Happy that I've accomplished an achievement in life, sad that there I'll no longer have those moments with my friends anymore. Happy that I'm no longer subject to the restrictions of a student, sad that I'm no longer able to enjoy the carefree life of a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm already reminiscing the long and incredible journey we all had together, I've learnt to look upon life in a brighter light, knowing that God has a great plan for all of us. Today is an end to a certain chapter in my life, but I'm thankful for Him for blessing me with such precious memories to keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, MWSC Class of 2011 for such amazing memories, ones that I'll always look back to with a smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YmSko-Yj5c/TqZgimvq94I/AAAAAAAAALk/d3y_SQ8SiI8/s1600/332374_2570114331181_1203924771_3112754_1683390841_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YmSko-Yj5c/TqZgimvq94I/AAAAAAAAALk/d3y_SQ8SiI8/s320/332374_2570114331181_1203924771_3112754_1683390841_o.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-3819167267492364125?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3819167267492364125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=3819167267492364125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/3819167267492364125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/3819167267492364125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/10/restart.html' title='Restart.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9YmSko-Yj5c/TqZgimvq94I/AAAAAAAAALk/d3y_SQ8SiI8/s72-c/332374_2570114331181_1203924771_3112754_1683390841_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-9153361759046766458</id><published>2011-09-26T23:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:55:58.245+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>Let the pain seep through the crevasses of my heart</title><content type='html'>As I continue to tread forward, I find myself repeatedly tangled in a string of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray upon the Lord, that he may grant me His understanding, peace and strength for me to endure through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul."&lt;/i&gt; - Psalms 23:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-9153361759046766458?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/9153361759046766458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=9153361759046766458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/9153361759046766458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/9153361759046766458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-pain-seep-through-crevasses-of-my.html' title='Let the pain seep through the crevasses of my heart'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5352705276934516633</id><published>2011-09-26T20:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:55:35.745+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry (for the umpteenth time)</title><content type='html'>To my friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some of you may have realised that we've become more distant than before. I have never meant to but things have changed in the past few months. Many things have happened during that time and my priorities have now shifted away from socialising. I don't think it's right of me to have done that, so I wish to say that I am sorry for all the neglect that I have put you all through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things cannot remain this way and that things have to change. Compelled by this conviction, I'm starting to change. No matter how hard it may be or how long it will take, I will find the balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5352705276934516633?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5352705276934516633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5352705276934516633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5352705276934516633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5352705276934516633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-sorry-for-umpteenth-time.html' title='I&apos;m sorry (for the umpteenth time)'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8929138422222421821</id><published>2011-09-24T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:35:07.268+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Transatlanticism</title><content type='html'>I need you so much closer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8929138422222421821?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8929138422222421821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8929138422222421821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8929138422222421821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8929138422222421821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/09/transatlanticism.html' title='Transatlanticism'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6107309327856683667</id><published>2011-08-14T19:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:50:37.786+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Only 3 months and a bit left. We can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6107309327856683667?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6107309327856683667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6107309327856683667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6107309327856683667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6107309327856683667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7213679385946814241</id><published>2011-07-27T22:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:18:09.096+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>Too often we don't realise&lt;br /&gt;what we have until it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Too often we wait too late to say&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry - I was wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones&lt;br /&gt;We hold dearest to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And we allow foolish things&lt;br /&gt;To tear our lives apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far too many times we let&lt;br /&gt;unimportant things into our minds&lt;br /&gt;And then it's usually too late&lt;br /&gt;To see what made us blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be sure that you let people know&lt;br /&gt;How much they mean to you&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say the words&lt;br /&gt;Before your time is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure that you appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Everything you've got&lt;br /&gt;And be thankful for the&lt;br /&gt;Little things in life that mean a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQ_6_e7G9w/TjAAMRKv5RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/avp7asql0wc/s1600/The-Little-Things.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQ_6_e7G9w/TjAAMRKv5RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/avp7asql0wc/s320/The-Little-Things.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little things do count after all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7213679385946814241?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7213679385946814241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7213679385946814241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7213679385946814241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7213679385946814241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQ_6_e7G9w/TjAAMRKv5RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/avp7asql0wc/s72-c/The-Little-Things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-4501559085334288015</id><published>2011-07-11T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:04:13.679+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>My well has been dry for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I sought out shallow things to replace this emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've regained my senses. &lt;br /&gt;I remember now - all I need is You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from my youth camp and I feel refreshed. My eyes are open. My ears are more perceptive to more things now. Just realised a spiritual awaking was what I needed the most. And I got it :) Though I am in a state of confusion, I take comfort in the fact that all this is just a small phase in life - a peanut :) It is minute in comparison to many other greater things that will happen in life. For now, it is only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-4501559085334288015?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4501559085334288015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=4501559085334288015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4501559085334288015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4501559085334288015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1790509337434182329</id><published>2011-07-03T20:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:32:45.649+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Re:Re:</title><content type='html'>You were with me when I needed somebody. Even if it was just a second, you helped me drop my facade, allowing me to release those pent up feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't had a real laugh in awhile. You truly made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;To that "fireman" out there, thank you. I guess that makes us even now, eh? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-1790509337434182329?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1790509337434182329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=1790509337434182329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1790509337434182329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1790509337434182329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/07/rere.html' title='Re:Re:'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2620020545495055849</id><published>2011-06-18T18:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:15:01.468+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Sparkling lights</title><content type='html'>Along with the end of the strenuous exams, we year 12's were able to enjoy ourselves in our school formal at The International. The place was pretty fancy but the food was kinda subpar to what we expect from $70. Oh well. The decent music, dancing and great time with friends made the time awesome. On the way out, I saw someone carrying out a massive tower of balloons with a star on the top. So that gave me some inspiration and we in the end, we ninja-ed the "2011" balloons from the formal ;D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Hummer back after the formal and it was pretty darn cool :P it had EPIC sub-woofers, epic flashing lights and zomg the smoke machine was LEGEN-wait for it-DARY :D haha. Pretty good 1 hour trip to the city and back to Wynne's place for the after-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a pretty cool slideshow of caf's photos and we had a photo-shoot in our formal attire before watching a movie. As expected, a few people KO-ed during the movie due to fatigue but I somehow managed to pull through :P till 5.30 anyway. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am-ish to prepare breakfast. Yay for pancakes. Next time if pancakes are involved, we're getting pre-mixed ones lol. Cooked shin ramyun and Wynne's parents fried some rice for us (Asian food ftw!) and it was aweshome :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining of us just rolled around, went to sleep and helped Wynne with a puzzle. lol. Overall, the time spent with everyone was epic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2620020545495055849?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2620020545495055849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2620020545495055849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2620020545495055849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2620020545495055849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/06/sparkling-lights.html' title='Sparkling lights'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1061525742942637395</id><published>2011-06-02T23:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:48:16.050+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><title type='text'>Assumptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Don't make assumptions. Find the courage to ask  questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others  as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama.  With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Miguel Angel Ruiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Most of our assumptions have outlived their uselessness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Marshall McLuhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Assumptions are the termites of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Henry Winkler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-1061525742942637395?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1061525742942637395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=1061525742942637395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1061525742942637395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1061525742942637395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/06/assumptions.html' title='Assumptions'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7233622657973656475</id><published>2011-05-30T00:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:26:45.475+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>Complex</title><content type='html'>Wow. I actually resorted to drawing diagrams to straighten my head out. At least I've come to understand my troubled mind a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing diagrams... haha. I'm already at that stage, huh. Looks like I can't hold things down forever. I need to resolve it... fast. But I'm still waiting for that opportune time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, at least my mind-mapping skills improved by a fraction :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7233622657973656475?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7233622657973656475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7233622657973656475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7233622657973656475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7233622657973656475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/05/complex.html' title='Complex'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-521630773711753508</id><published>2011-05-11T19:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:54:01.598+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>"When you are in the popular crowd you are more likely to be conformist,  you are more likely to hide aspects of your identity in order to fit  into the crowd, you are more likely to be involved in relational aggression,  you are more likely to have goals of social dominance rather than  forming actual true friendships. You are more likely to let other people pressure you into doing things.  None of those things is admirable or useful as adults."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article somewhere and I found this piece interesting. Speaking within the context of individuals in a social group context, it's clear that there are 3 types of individuals:&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;b&gt;influential&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;b&gt;influenced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;b&gt;neutral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who suppress others by using the social standards are the worst. They have a grotesque image of a dictator whose desire is to be at the top of the food chain. Yes. These &lt;b&gt;influential&lt;/b&gt; people have a weak identity. Couple that with an immature, ignorant and shallow mind, and you get the aggressive leaders in the pack. Yes. Regardless whether they realise it or not, they are the ones responsible for enforcing the social/peer pressures that exist in society today. It is said: "Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch." That's the reality of peer pressure today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are nothing other than weak-willed individuals who cannot fend for their own identity, thriving on the sense of belonging that they gain from enforcing their ideals on their 'friends'. And the friendships built around them? They're shallow. "...you are more likely to have goals of social dominance rather than  forming actual true friendships." Can you really call them your "best-friends"? These are your so-called-friends who will lose touch with you when you no longer have any common grounds (school, uni, etc) with them. Of course, there are exceptions. However, you and I know the numbers are few. Very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of those who are &lt;b&gt;influenced&lt;/b&gt;, conformity only results in the lost of identity. Conforming to the expectations of the world only shows how weak your sense of identity is. Why does that imply your identity is weak? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fit in"&lt;br /&gt;"I want to belong"&lt;br /&gt;"I need to do... to fit in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that way? Are you afraid of being left out? Will you sacrifice part of your identity for the sake of belonging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolate that kid from his/her group and you'll notice how weak that person's identity is. How that identity evaporates outside their social group. How shallow his/her friendships are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of the &lt;b&gt;neutral&lt;/b&gt; then? They are those who have a strong sense of identity which does not falter and remains constant through time. They do not compel others to conform to their ways, rather, they respect other's individuality. They're also not affected by the social norms and often suffer persecution by the influential people and their underlings, the influenced, who blindly follow their dictators' whims. Despite so, these are the people who gain true and invaluable friendships. And believe it or not, they are often the more successful people in life, because they believe in their own virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you? Are you an ignorant dictator? Are you a conformist with a brittle identity? Are you an individual with individuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your identity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-521630773711753508?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/521630773711753508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=521630773711753508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/521630773711753508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/521630773711753508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-496193805139041153</id><published>2011-05-05T17:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:44:41.253+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>These hard times</title><content type='html'>I'm trying my best to hold on. As each day goes by whilst I wait for that opportune time, part of me dies inside. The circumstances are never right. As such, I hopelessly wait. Even though I know the time will never be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting. I wonder how long more I can hold on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-496193805139041153?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/496193805139041153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=496193805139041153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/496193805139041153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/496193805139041153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/05/these-hard-times.html' title='These hard times'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8184100060269111110</id><published>2011-04-29T22:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:43:14.613+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>The take over, the break's over</title><content type='html'>Finally got my hands on my guitar which works perfectly fine now :) and it sounds great ^^ too bad I won't get to play much of it over the next two weeks :( darn you, education =="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8184100060269111110?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8184100060269111110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8184100060269111110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8184100060269111110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8184100060269111110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/04/take-over-breaks-over.html' title='The take over, the break&apos;s over'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1778163754603861095</id><published>2011-03-29T20:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:30:21.392+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meh'/><title type='text'>GAH</title><content type='html'>Went the shop to collect the guitar and to my dismay, the electronics didn't work AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of that jinx... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another 2 more weeks of waiting time &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div 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Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-4063275110132330185</id><published>2011-03-14T00:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T07:55:43.160+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>White Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Giri, tomo or honmei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I ask? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-727769651903182529</id><published>2011-03-12T00:00:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:02:05.045+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>Silent cry</title><content type='html'>I want to breakdown and let it all out. &lt;br /&gt;But the tears won't flow at all.&lt;br /&gt;Why are my eyes so dry?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-727769651903182529?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/727769651903182529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=727769651903182529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/727769651903182529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/727769651903182529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/03/silent-cry.html' title='Silent cry'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2561014862131416453</id><published>2011-03-09T19:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:41:04.885+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Under my skin</title><content type='html'>It's so unfair, but I keep coming back for more ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2561014862131416453?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2561014862131416453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2561014862131416453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2561014862131416453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2561014862131416453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/03/under-my-skin.html' title='Under my skin'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-774170041807680291</id><published>2011-03-05T18:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:01:30.671+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meh'/><title type='text'>Well that was short-lived</title><content type='html'>Oh yay. The electronics on the guitar just had to die.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go back and reorder a new one =="&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-774170041807680291?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/774170041807680291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=774170041807680291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/774170041807680291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/774170041807680291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-that-was-short-lived.html' title='Well that was short-lived'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-3902170223457378815</id><published>2011-03-04T20:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:52:11.325+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Finally bought my new acoustic guitar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Ito4L7ELAw/TXC1wUvoJYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IqYNqTwBFH0/s1600/TakamineEG460SC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Ito4L7ELAw/TXC1wUvoJYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IqYNqTwBFH0/s320/TakamineEG460SC.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Takamine EG460SC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-3902170223457378815?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/3902170223457378815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=3902170223457378815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/3902170223457378815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/3902170223457378815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Ito4L7ELAw/TXC1wUvoJYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IqYNqTwBFH0/s72-c/TakamineEG460SC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2998322406498681726</id><published>2011-02-24T17:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:59:54.570+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>ばか ばか ばか&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2998322406498681726?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2998322406498681726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2998322406498681726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2998322406498681726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2998322406498681726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_24.html' title='......'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1540676790858258895</id><published>2011-02-18T18:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T18:34:47.431+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions in a teacup'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>ばか&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-1540676790858258895?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1540676790858258895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=1540676790858258895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1540676790858258895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1540676790858258895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8103697719804066686</id><published>2011-01-24T00:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:35:43.746+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've returned from M'sia for a week now and I've finished all my holiday homework (yes, like a good kid), and as such, I now found myself with quite a bit of time to update this blog... which has been dead for two months now :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;lol. Anyway. Here's the update of what I did for the past 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There was nothing much to do during the first 2 weeks in M'sia primarily because most of the kids were having exams then, so I guess I started holiday homework due to boredom. Oh, and of course, I played with my cute lil' cuzzies ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, came a family trip to Penang, it kinda sucked for me because I caught a cold and I didn't do much then ==" I guess the awesome food made up for it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dec the 22nd, prom. Ok. Malaysian proms obviously pale in comparison to the ones here in Melbourne. But somehow, you don't need posh facilities, good food and good music to make a prom fantastic :) That night, all it took to make what seemed to be an ordinary event into something special, was just friends. Ok, as cliché as it may sound, it's true :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Went to Singapore shortly after. Nothing much happened then. Went out with friends again, shopped and ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I returned to KL again, and shortly after, I was off to Bali. Surprisingly, I didn't shop at all. Instead, I enjoyed a few days of tranquility ^^ went surfing again and realised how much I sucked after not surfing for 2 years or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...okay, this is becoming a rant ==" gah. Darn this crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8103697719804066686?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8103697719804066686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8103697719804066686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8103697719804066686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8103697719804066686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1524348586897315313</id><published>2010-11-27T22:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:14:34.454+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Turned 17 yesterday and I felt no different. Didn't realise it was my birthday until someone wished me "happy bday" on Facebook. I wonder when I started to think less of my birthday? Okay, I LOVE celebrating other people's birthdays, but when it came to my own, I didn't really think much of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I was a kid, I used to think that birthdays are EPIC and significant. That feeling of excitement died in me awhile back. Friends around me were fortunate to enjoy the companionship of their peers because their birthdays fall on any other regular day. Mine, however, occurs during the school holidays.. and I never really had a chance to partake such an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Over the years, the boy who had feelings of excitement and joy in anticipation of his birthday saw nothing in that day anymore. Year after year, his expectations let him down. He'd expect to have something similar to what his friends had for their birthdays, but nothing ever happened. Soon, he'd decided not to expect anything anymore. It was simply too depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rather than coveting this "joy" others have, he would join in the excitement of others' birthday and disregard his own concerns. However, each time when a friend's birthday was celebrated, he would be reminded of what he never had. The boy couldn't take it any longer and as such, he sought a solution to remove such feelings. He would start to forget the significance of his own birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A few years have passed since then, and his birthday had little meaning to him. Every year, on the 26th of November, he would regard the day like any other day of the year, with the exception of a cake after dinner to acknowledge the anniversary of his entrance to this world. And that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This came to an abrupt halt a few years ago. A few of the boy's friends pleasantly surprised him by giving him a cute little gift. It was more than a month after his actual birthday and it was the first week of school. He was confused, but he generated a natural response. "Thank you", he said. Whilst he said that, deep in him, those old feelings started to surface once again. And at the corner of his face, one could see the faint smile he held at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Since then, the boy's perception on things have changed. He is no longer disheartened by such things and he accepts things the way they are. Whether he would receive that little piece of joy every now and then or not, he would still hold his head high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This year, a group of silly, immature, funny, annoying, smart and nice people took me out for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We started off eating lunch at some asian place, got soaked in the rain, crashed at a buffalo's place, watched some shows there and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, it's definitely not as eventful as any other day out, however, it made my day. It may not have meant much to those friends in M'sia from a few years ago and the ones in Melbourne now, but I really appreciate them for making my birthday something meaningful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So to you guys out there, thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TPDz1zXX7OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Im5u5fUIMoA/s1600/cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TPDz1zXX7OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Im5u5fUIMoA/s320/cupcake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-1524348586897315313?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1524348586897315313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=1524348586897315313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1524348586897315313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1524348586897315313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/11/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TPDz1zXX7OI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Im5u5fUIMoA/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5413400006305270726</id><published>2010-11-21T22:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:17:56.487+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright skies'/><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Exams ended for about 2 weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Caught up on anime, played tennis, watched some movies, played guitar, killed the guitar, went out, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Been there, done that. The things I've done weren't really productive, but heck, they were fun ;) Unfortunately, I have this thing within me that makes me feel bad for doing nothing constructive over the last 2 weeks ==" To make me feel better about myself, I should probably find more productive things to do. As such I've made a small to-do list. Things to do over the next few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Fix the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Generate shopping list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pack for M'sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Update blog (done! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Finish ice cream before leaving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- .... do holiday homework? (eww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5413400006305270726?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5413400006305270726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5413400006305270726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5413400006305270726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5413400006305270726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/11/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-4008944393438106006</id><published>2010-10-31T16:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:51:49.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Playbook, Barney Stinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;The context within this quote is altered entirely when quoted in the foreword section of this book.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation - Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-4008944393438106006?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4008944393438106006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=4008944393438106006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4008944393438106006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4008944393438106006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/10/playbook-barney-stinson.html' title='The Playbook, Barney Stinson'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2721689395308029898</id><published>2010-09-18T01:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:49:13.098+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><title type='text'>Life is like riding a bicycle - in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Time to step up my game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2721689395308029898?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2721689395308029898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2721689395308029898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2721689395308029898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2721689395308029898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-like-riding-bicycle-in-order-to.html' title='Life is like riding a bicycle - in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-4498544513911639646</id><published>2010-09-08T22:09:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:44:16.309+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><title type='text'>"If only..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Often times I stop to ponder about things. I often ponder about very deep things that people tend to pass off as something too confusing, depressing, pessimistic, unsuitable for our age, unsuitable for our circumstances and etcetera. Little do people understand why I do continue to ponder about these things, even though they often are depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever come across a situation where you wished "If only I had realised something sooner"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a modified example of what I pondered over.. when I was only 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to pop anyone's bubble out there, but here's something to think about. High school ends for those of you in M'sia in a few months time. High school ends for those of you in Melbourne in about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this while, you've definitely made friends. Friends ranging from the "hi-bye" friends, normal friends, good friends and best friends. The thing is, after high school, everyone goes their own way and you'll won't be as close to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say that it is possible to keep in touch via Facebook, Hotmail, MSN, meeting up and etc. To be honest, that statement does not prove false. I have been keeping in touch with some of my friends in M'sia. However, the numbers are few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, the chances of you keeping in touch with your good friends are low. Only the best friends would put in the effort to keep in touch with you. Even so, some best friends wouldn't even do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings about 2 questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Why won't they keep in touch with me?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Who would?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Once you've all parted and started a new life in uni/further education, you'll make new friends. Your interests change. Your priorities change. And a whole lot of other things change. When you meet again, you will never be the same again and so will they. Of course there are exceptions e.g. when you become room-mates. But apart from them, what about everyone else you used to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The answer lies in the kind of friends you make. What kind of friends are there? There is a long list of them, but I'll just highlight the few of them that are applicable to us adolescents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;. The kind that seeks for companionship based on the things that they commonly do together. e.g. There's always a group of people who commonly associate themselves with games. Most of the time, apart from games, they share nothing else. This kind of relationship is shallow. Once their games are removed, they have nothing much to relate to each other about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;. The kind that seeks the relationship casually. Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, they do so for assurance and a peace of heart that you're not alone i.e. They don't want to feel left out. They often only talk only about trivial things, joke around, hang out with friends and etc, with the mindset of simplicity. They never delve into the relationship to form closer relationships; they refrain from doing so. On a side note, these people are often manipulated by peer pressure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;. The kind where you seek the relationship because he/she wants to genuinely get to know that person and develop a healthy, mutual friendship. They would do all the following activities with one another, but with a different mindset. Ups and downs would be faced together, advice would be given not to please the person but for the benefit of the other even though it's bad and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; would be the only one to reciprocate the effort you put in to keep in touch. The first and second one would just find new companions to assure themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the number of people who are from type &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; are very few. This is because, nobody thinks carefully about the kinds relationships they should make in high school. Ultimately, those ignorant of these facts will realise that their high school years weren't as meaningful because they never developed such a friendship. So I pose a question to you all today: "Will any of your friends keep in touch with you after you've all parted? If so, who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crunch the numbers. It's pessimistic. It's tragic. It's depressing. It's real. Reality bites. Less than 1% of the adolescent population have ever come to this realisation at an early stage to do something about it.. Would you make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-4498544513911639646?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4498544513911639646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=4498544513911639646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4498544513911639646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4498544513911639646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only.html' title='&quot;If only...&quot;'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8422051507485942240</id><published>2010-08-08T21:46:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:14:37.943+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><title type='text'>Tick Tock. Tick Tock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, in anticipation to those who are confused by such a piece of writing, that was just a creative approach I used to address something. That "something" was merely the phenomenon where I realised how little time we have left on Earth, and how we spend it meaninglessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins with me asking myself "Have I lived a meaningful life?", and then I stop to remember my past to see where things have went wrong and what can I do to improve life now. After taking myself out of that deep thought, I made comparisons with life now and ultimately, I see hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay that was just one paragraph that summed up the whole post below, no? haha. Well, the reason I did that was to.... make the blog posts more interesting.. I guess? haha dunno if that worked..but yeah. Read some creative writing and I was somehow inspired to do some.. I guess I'll stave that off from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Anyway, to the other things that've happened in the past month. I've taken the Myer-Briggs Personality Test and I am a ESTJ or an ESFJ. So Shannen and Janie, you were partially right. Although that psych dude said I could be occasionally T and F at times according to the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Athletics Carnival took place last Friday, and it was epic!!! X3 well, for others really but the epicness sorta passed on to me. The high jumps were like awesome!! the best jumpers were crossdressers and one Navi' dude. lol. Avatar fan much. xD Anyway, those dudes made a freakin' 160cm++ jump. Apart from that, the carnival was similar to that of the Swimming Carnival. So yeah. Just loitered around pretty much. Played some cards and that was about it. Pics are on FB so yeah. The convenience surpasses that of here ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Bedtime. Toodles. Will post a more elaborate post next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8422051507485942240?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8422051507485942240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8422051507485942240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8422051507485942240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8422051507485942240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/08/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock. Tick Tock.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2542495812679120286</id><published>2010-08-02T21:33:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:37:45.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I stop to ponder'/><title type='text'>Tick Tock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TFbFtL4uJDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l6wAwvvLYNk/s1600/wea02010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My digital clock's colon blinked at me as time passes slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Stop...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that's an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing extremely quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Even as I'm typing now, I cannot fully comprehend the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 24 hours,&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 33.33% of it sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 25% of it in school.&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 10% of it on studying at home.&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 5-10% of it eating food.&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 10% of my time doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;I spend approximately 15% of my time doing whatever I like which is usually unfruitful for the most of me.&lt;br /&gt;Out of that 15%, less than 5% of it is meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By following such a vague routine everyday, I've long ago lost track of my sense of time.&lt;br /&gt;Days whizz past me quicker than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm enjoying things now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm ignorant of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to those times where a second felt like an eternity?&lt;br /&gt;I still see that 10 year old boy, wishing time would pass me by faster so that I may grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I realise that time had pressed the fast-forward button on me.&lt;br /&gt;2x faster. 4x faster. 8x faster. 16x faster.&lt;br /&gt;Had I not realised that things around me sped up like so, I would've wasted me life away, leaving me speechless at the time when the question was presented to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have I lived a meaningful life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I could only stare blankly at it.&lt;br /&gt;Clueless.&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;Disorientated.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about it, sweat trickled down my cheekbone.&lt;br /&gt;The drop hit the floor with a loud thud.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if it caused a massive ripple in the clear waters of a still pond.&lt;br /&gt;As that thud echoed around me, time re-winded it self and started replaying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and sad times were revisited.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter was shared.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were shed.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those vivid episodes of my life, I couldn't help but give a bittersweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then time pressed the fast-forward button.&lt;br /&gt;This time however, I was able to grasp all those times which I carelessly discarded into the back of mind.&lt;br /&gt;It was only then, did I realise the significance of those events that have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;Regret filled my mind at my unawareness of life then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ripple in that pond slowly came to a halt and the waters were still once again.&lt;br /&gt;The show came to an end when the most recent moments were played out.&lt;br /&gt;The credits did not roll out.&lt;br /&gt;There was no coda at the end of this piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;I was left there in the quietude once again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was there that I managed to find the answer that I sought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There is more living than just being alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deriving some hidden messages from this Latin proverb alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The gears in my head churned for a logical conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God knows how long it took me to answer this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I finally found the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I blinked as the clock beeped when it hit the hour.&lt;br /&gt;I avert my eyes outside my window and to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The moon manifests itself in the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;It's faint glow illuminated my hopes for the future as the past lay subtly in my shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in a very very long time, I started to smile as that glow gently filled the stratosphere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TFbFtL4uJDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l6wAwvvLYNk/s1600/wea02010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TFbFsh0H_9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rv_7s9eH8tU/s1600/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500801363661553618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TFbFsh0H_9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rv_7s9eH8tU/s320/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2542495812679120286?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2542495812679120286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2542495812679120286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2542495812679120286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2542495812679120286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/08/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/TFbFsh0H_9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rv_7s9eH8tU/s72-c/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-548074459828996613</id><published>2010-05-15T00:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:53:34.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.. the feeling of stress is really unpleasant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I forgot to blog the previous month. I guess that's how much determination I have on keeping my blog alive. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt that you were well behind your classmates in studies? Well, yeah. That feeling ain't pleasant. Especially when you really want to score higher than someone..and fail to do so. Oh, and the times when actually you beat that someone by a mark or two, or occasionally get a draw, that person will beat you by like 10 marks or more in the next test :) Haha. I used to be in that situation and I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life here's pretty... cold... and wet lately. Mowing the lawn is a pain since it takes up like 1.5 hours.. and killing those damned weeds are a pain in the butt. For some reason, they have the ability to revive themselves from the dead...even though I've pulled them out completely from the soil... which worsens the tedious task of eradicating them. I am contemplating on getting fake turf (fake grass) for my new house..like seriously!! At least they look green all year round and not yellow during summer... oh, and they look more realistic now since they've been improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, there was this workshop.. a psychology workshop to be specific. It was intended to train students to be reliable friends to those who are troubled. 52 students applied, only 28 got picked randomly, and I was one of the 28. (Duh, or else I won't be blogging about this =P) Went there...got free lunch, free training, free certificate and a free badge..which looked a bit tacky. In the end, I now know to deal with people who have problems like, suicidal thoughts (er..lol?), sex life (er..lol again?), social problems, etc. Counselling people was also a new "skill" I've learnt. Well, yeah.. all those useful things were learnt in one day. Hopefully, the cert will look got on my resume =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to studies.. mid-terms are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-548074459828996613?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/548074459828996613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=548074459828996613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/548074459828996613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/548074459828996613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/05/argh-feeling-of-exams-stress-is-really.html' title='Argh.. the feeling of stress is really unpleasant.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7554148900138531679</id><published>2010-03-09T16:51:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:25:35.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublime peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I kinda forgot to blog..even though I did say that it would be one of my resolutions this year. Darn it. Oh well. Only missed Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, time to sum up all that has happened over the last month.&lt;br /&gt;- There was a Swimming Sports event&lt;br /&gt;- There was camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming sports is basically an activity where the whole school goes to the aquatic centre near our suburb for competitions and basically to chill out from the stress. The swimming relays aren't compulsory so those who can't be bothered, basically "lepaks" around. Like what me and my friends did xD. Prolly participate next year though. Looked like fun.. Apart from that, you'll see the final-year students dressing up really radically. Hmm.. you can find a Pac-Man dude, guys-only-cheerleading squad (with their double-D balloons and bras..God knows how they got them), pirates, ninjas, the hula skirt-briefs-topless guy gang and more. Really gay but funny =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was pretty awesome considering it's my first time going to Phillip Island. Food and accommodation was alright and the activities were cool =) There was this giant swing (30m high and yes they heave you up there for the drop with some a pulley mechanism hooked to your harness), canoeing, raft-making, maze (human sized.. pretty cool despite meeting several dead-ends), rope-obstacle course(involves balancing 7m off the ground with all the equipment provided) and flying-fox. Boy am I glad I was a scout..helped me out for the raft-making. And the swing? Extreeeeeeeme G-force.. like..if-you-are-afraid-of-heights-you-might-wet-your-pants-extreme. Of course, I love roller-coasters so it was fun xD well for me.. discovered a significant amount of people afraid of heights.. it was surprising actually.. ah well. They don't know what they're missing out =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went bowling with my youth group too! LoL.. For some reason, they think I am a pro bowler because..hmm.. I might have accidentally scored a strike on my first bowl..lol. Ok. Those who have seen me bowl obviously know that that never happens.. so came to realise that the lanes were kinda...short. Okay. Kinda is an understatement. Maybe at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;least 25% shorter than the ones we see in M'sia. I had the joy of owning them for the first match xD then fatigue kicked in and I pretty much got pwned in the second match. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7554148900138531679?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7554148900138531679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7554148900138531679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7554148900138531679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7554148900138531679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/03/sublime-peace.html' title='Sublime peace'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7770035167059012039</id><published>2010-01-06T16:13:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:36:48.448+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed the fireworks this year, but I've still got more to come, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2010. Hmm.. ever heard the lines that go - "The young pursue their future while the old cling on to the past"? That line comes to mind every new year... for an unknown reason =) I guess it reminds me to balance both my feelings for the future and the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is the first post of the year! I shall try to maintain "a post a month". One of my resolutions. Yes, you may add that in to the resolution list you made me write, Sze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was quite unofficial, but I came back to lovely M'sia for a nice lil' holiday  since the 5th of Dec. Went to Bali after that, then to S'pore. And I've settled down for a bit until the HK trip next week. Went out in between the trips and watched several movies. Boy, this is a really undescriptive summary XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7770035167059012039?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7770035167059012039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7770035167059012039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7770035167059012039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7770035167059012039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2010/01/missed-fireworks-this-year-but-ive.html' title='Missed the fireworks this year, but I&apos;ve still got more to come, right?'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6233138596793903605</id><published>2009-11-19T21:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:36:51.857+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under stacks of books and paper'/><title type='text'>I should be delusional due to exams around now. But I feel strangely normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slacked off after coming here for almost a year now? Maybe. Wait. I mean, yes. I've been slacking off ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the stuff I've done here while slacking. Been learning how to solve the Rubik's cube since let's see.. May? Heh. Now I'm trying to take up speedcubing as my hobby. I know it's nerdy but hey, I find personal gratification with this. I'll show you my 45 second average =P It's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened really in the last few months. I made a lil siren thingy with a projector around it that makes it look like a mini bazooka for electronics (Something like K.H. cept it's a lil more detailed). Apparently it's capable of setting off car alarms too. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Exams are next week and I haven't studied seriously for a bit. Blogging is only temporary escape so I guess I'll head back to studies now. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6233138596793903605?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6233138596793903605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6233138596793903605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6233138596793903605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6233138596793903605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-be-delusional-due-to-exams.html' title='I should be delusional due to exams around now. But I feel strangely normal.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8262900530629259080</id><published>2009-10-22T21:51:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:21:41.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. Muck up day was.. somewhat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aights. Finally remembered to blog after like an eternity. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like celebrating after the end of high school? Well, it's an exclusive event here for students and they are even entitled to it! Even the school and the authorities approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lemme start from scratch. Basically, if you are a school leaver every year, you get the right to throw pranks at everyone on the last day of school known as Muck Up Day. It's like a rite of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, the students would just throw fish oil, honey and jam on our locks in the locker bay. There would also be some people getting egged and water bombed. In addtion to that, there will be a few more other bizarre things like taunting the teachers by borrowing a large amount of books the week before and returning them on Muck Up Day. Boy.. that happened in my bro's school. And yeah.. you can imagine the pile of books tantalising the librarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in these scenarios, your chances of not being affected by this is like a 50-50 chance. But this is changed altogether a few years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some schools, the students occasionally got out of hand. Ours had that problem.. So they ruled out Muck Up Day and changed it into a "Celebration" instead. LoL. So we basically attended an assembly where EVERYONE had to attend. Some skipped school..they were so..fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By making us sit in the assembly-like celebration, we were basically sitting ducks waiting to be shot. Chances of 'survival'? Hmm. It's a big, fat zero. Let's just say that I've attended the Assembly of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just got owned. First, we walked in and filled up the left and right rows, then the school leavers walk up in the middle aisle to the front of the hall where their seats are reserved. And you guessed it. They unleashed hell upon us as they walk to their seats. Boy, that was the longest 5 minutes of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to cut a long story short, it was really an experience o_o traumatising initially but hell yeah it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8262900530629259080?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8262900530629259080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8262900530629259080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8262900530629259080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8262900530629259080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-muck-up-day-was-somewhat.html' title='Okay. Muck up day was.. somewhat..'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2702827474612870786</id><published>2009-07-28T23:09:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:20:12.554+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa to Antartica? That's the best comparison I can think of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the title above, what I'm feeling now is, cold hell. Yeah. Temperatures ranging from 2-10˚C every morning for the past few weeks till now. Hate the cold toilet seats which make me cringe every time I feel an urge to go to the toilet cuz I know whats coming xD well that's hell ain't it. Especially when I've just came back from Malaysia. That's like toasting me, then putting me in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, anyways, Malaysia was the bomb =) loved every second of it. Except for the initial 5 day quarantine. That kinda sucked, although I did visit school during Hari Sukan and went to church on Sunday. Well yea. Not like I'm sick or anything =p Oh not to mention that I went to church as well =p I think the only thing that kept me busy during those 5 days was eating to my heart's content after being deprived of Malaysian food for AGES!! ^^ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Also, went out for lunch, met up some other guys in school on Wednesday and stuff. Caught up with old mates. Ah well. Not forgetting the part where I got sick of seeing Jeff for like more than 7 times already XD (just kiddin') Yeah.. watched Transformers 2 with Sze and gang, Tan twins, and Jeff. Can't remember all the details but yeah. I went to Singapore on the 2nd week for some shopping, came back hung out with Jeff and Sze's gang again then I left. Yeah.. to all the guys that I'm unable to go out with do to time constrains, sorry!! But, I will be back soon.. at the end of the year... but hey time passes pretty fast nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Hey but my Malaysian story didn't end just yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;There's one thing that happened on the plane.. It was really lame. There was a flight delay for like 1 FREAKIN' HOUR and we were on the ground and all. So after announcing that during the first few minutes, the pilot went on the intercom shortly after again and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, please unbuckle your seat belts for own safety. Thank you." And yeah, you pretty much get the expressions on the passengers faces. Everyone one was like: "LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms',-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Came back only to be stuffed with loads of school work and stuff keeps on coming. But ah well. I suppose this is good for making my dead brain(which is deprived of unlearnt knowledge) work. Watched some Romeo and Juliet play. It was actually surprisingly good. Although the actors actually started making out in one of the scenes. o_o It's engraved in my mind..lol but yeah other than that, it was a rather decent play..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2702827474612870786?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2702827474612870786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2702827474612870786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2702827474612870786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2702827474612870786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/07/africa-to-antartica-thats-best.html' title='Africa to Antartica? That&apos;s the best comparison I can think of.'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-1946670110538698133</id><published>2009-06-11T20:41:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:17:14.896+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. This is extremely late but here are the pics anyway..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right.. Finally got the time to blog after like.. 2 months? lol okay. Finally got the pics done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Okie.. the pics of the thanksgiving in January. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo9LatU9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PmsNVVTKT-8/s1600-h/09012009012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo9LatU9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PmsNVVTKT-8/s320/09012009012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028895423255506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo9XyUCkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9yGc_N4KmsQ/s1600-h/09012009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo9XyUCkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9yGc_N4KmsQ/s320/09012009013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028898743487042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo80XdjMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DoMRu2Gwjcs/s1600-h/09012009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo80XdjMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DoMRu2Gwjcs/s320/09012009010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028889235623106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo8jk0-OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7KnMa17IPss/s1600-h/09012009008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo8jk0-OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7KnMa17IPss/s320/09012009008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028884728281314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo8bZ_f1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWC2vUf0t54/s1600-h/09012009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo8bZ_f1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/cWC2vUf0t54/s320/09012009005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028882535350098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea those were the pictures about 6 months ago? Har har. Yea an extreme delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 May 2009 1100 Hours:&lt;br /&gt;Mid term exams commenced.&lt;br /&gt;1st subject - Maths&lt;br /&gt;2nd subject - History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 May 2009 1500 Hours:&lt;br /&gt;Mid term exams resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesh. That was pretty lame for the exams here when Mid-terms was in ONE day with 2 subjects. Yea. Took an additional subject - Biology and sat for the test 2 weeks after(probably the only challenging topic at the moment XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week was something different where people around my age have to go on Work Experience. Yeah. We work. Our Salary? Minimum 5 bux a day. Yea most of the people got 25 dollars by the end of the week but others get higher pay if their employer isn't a cheapskate =p (I got 100 bux by the end of the week!! ahh..satisfied xp well since I'm considered one of the lucky ones anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at an architecture/interior design company and did some stuff related to architecture where I designed a building for fun and surveyed a construction site. Though I did do some "slave" labor like cleaning the windows and the tidying up their huge library of materials &gt;_&gt; ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's a pic from the work experience place. They do graphic designing for retail shops and buildings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDvf_9MJZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-_IwdTNL9cQ/s1600-h/02062009037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDvf_9MJZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-_IwdTNL9cQ/s320/02062009037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346036090711844242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I attend a church here. LoL!! Of course (Erin, is this a rhetorical question? xD I'm joking) It's called Crossway church here. It's sorta a baptist church but it's like a small megachurch. Probably a bigger crowd than DUMC.. but they have a smaller facility. But man, their sessions are so professional and so "Hillsong"-like!! like the cameras and stuff!! X3 just too pro!! hehe =p other than that, it's pretty much good for the rest. The message, pastor, social outreach and etc is alright here. For now, I'm attending this church. Mum's thinking of going to some other place soon though =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-1946670110538698133?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/1946670110538698133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=1946670110538698133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1946670110538698133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/1946670110538698133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-this-is-extremely-late-but-here.html' title='Okay. This is extremely late but here are the pics anyway..lol'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SjDo9LatU9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/PmsNVVTKT-8/s72-c/09012009012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6178596494420762090</id><published>2009-04-02T15:25:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:34:45.875+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Term break!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A really last minute post.. had to do it in school. Oh yea I forgot to mention that schools here are computer equipped so almost every classroom have computers in them (with internet as well =p) ah well anyways it's after school now and I'm extremely bored waiting for my mum to pick me up in 30 minutes time. So time a for a brief update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another month has passed and I can say that I'm finally settled in the Aussie lifestyle. Recently some guest speaker came into our school and we expected him to talk about stuff regarding the fights happening around the school recently..but it was more than that..lol the topic was "How not to be a dickhead" and we all went like: "LOL!" haha well there were stuff regarding male bullshit and he had a list of em like.. "male bullshit no.1" which is "is it ever okay to have a punch on?", "Male bullshit no.2" and other stuff like that..he even had the stuff on powerpoint..haha. Had a fire drill today and we wasted a maths period for that &gt;_&gt; it was pretty funny when some guys started to drop and roll on the floor as if they were on fire. Till the teachers got pissed and started yelling at them xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6178596494420762090?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6178596494420762090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6178596494420762090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6178596494420762090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6178596494420762090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/04/term-break.html' title='Term break!!'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5658951465116176086</id><published>2009-02-24T19:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:13:50.348+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreversible clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phew! A long month since I arrived. Had a bit of a difficulty in settling in for the first week of school but things are fine now. The school is pretty awesome where the facilities are really equipped and new and the teachers are way better than Malaysia =) (I feel sorry for you guys back there..hehe) School ends here at 3pm everyday ugh.. although it starts at 8.40am, but it still takes up half my afternoon &gt;_&gt; ah well. The bushfire here is really crazy here (it still hasn't got to my area yet, but if it does then there won't be any school!! xD) but it is contained now.. surprisingly the smoke caused by it still isn't as bad as K.L.'s haze x) Pontenging school here (called wagging here) is hard especially when the teacher tracks you down the next day for a letter..so technically I still like the Malaysian teachers where they don't really ask you for a letter the very next day. (Darn it!! Can't ponteng like I used to &gt;&lt;)  Sigh, miss me buddies back at home.. and the food of course =p Plans to visit back home are still being considered so I may or may not be able to enjoy Malaysian food-I mean enjoy my Malaysian friends' company xD Still seeing how things are going for the next few months so all I can do is just wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5658951465116176086?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5658951465116176086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5658951465116176086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5658951465116176086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5658951465116176086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/02/irreversible-clock.html' title='Irreversible clock'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-481526407889481727</id><published>2009-01-25T01:00:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:45:25.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Precious 19 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lotsa things happened past few weeks so I'll start off with the new year =) Well, last year was great and it ended great too! And the new year started with a bang. Yes, I watched the fireworks of this place called the Verve. It had a Skyline Lounge and a rooftop with an absolutely fabulous view of the city. I had the pleasure to watch about 5 fireworks simultaniously! And to top that off, the new year came with champagne! heh =p it was Moet and Chandon I think. Had a glass xD (shh!) Will upload the pics some other time.. feeling so lazy now x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After new year, my family moved in to our relative's house since the old house is gonna be up for rent soon. Really hectic. After the move, my cousins (which were about 5 and 8 FYI and were really annoying) always came to our room and start to bug us.. even at like 11pm? (which was supposed to be bedtime for them a.k.a. peace for us) Well, went to school after that and kinda had some fun there for about 2 weeks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between my family had a thanksgiving dinner and Jeff, Kah Hou, Rico, the Tan Twins, Janie and Nicole came. Well won't spell everything out.. so yeah we had fun.. played some games, then left. (Yes there were pics..so I shall upload the pics some other time) So the last day of school!! Hah.. Well not what I had imagined it to be but still it was great =) thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday, things were normal for awhile.. right until CF ended.. heh so after worship, they called me out to make a farewell speech, which I previously asked them NOT to make me do it the day before &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; but things happen. So after stuttering the whole speech up they applauded and Pn.Julie prayed for me with the whole CF there. Then they gave me a gift which they took back soon after to complete it then only give it back to me once again. After the message some mob (Jeff Ng, Jeff Teh, Enrico, Daniel, Joel, Melvin,Le On, Nicole, Janie, Han Rui, Han Yann, Christine, Audrey, Yin Yinn and a few more others..sry if I missed anyone else out) were there to give presents and hugs to me for about 10 mins? lol needed some air wei.. =) pics were taken also but I don't have them xD ask Hui Ying.. she was there to take some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after that, it was time for me to go and we sang Amazing Grace before I left..cheesy huh =) After the "Byes' and all, I went on my way to leave.. but the story doesn't just end like that. Before CF there was this Curriculum thing going on and so since it was my last day, I joked about pissing off the prefects and breaking every school rule possible =p one of them included going into the girls toilet. Well, I didn't go at that time.. cuz I was just trying to disturb some prefects there =) but somehow, thanks to another gang, they made me go for a detour before I actually left school. And so, the last memory of the school is the girls toilet. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; ah well. At least I didn't see anyone in there..not until the gang and I were about 10 meters outside of the toilet then Chow Ern came out.. so thank God she was in the cubicle or something ^^" Then Harminder(I think I got the spelling right) was like staring at us after we left.. scary. Well, that's pretty much the last day of school for me =) At least it was a happy one..not one cried..or so I think =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch on the next day with Jeff Ng and Teh, Janie, Joel, Bee Lee, Nicole, Shannen and Ching. Met up at Prince cafe until 'someone' wanted western food. So we went to Greenwood cafe instead =) Had lunch and chatted with them for the last time. Oh, and Jeffrey Ng passed me a Hang Ten T-shirt that he, Rico, Daniel and Melvin bought. Thanks again guys =) Love the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, attended church in Malaysia for the last time.. Hugs and pictures taking were also present of course =3 Soon after, my family and I went back home to continue the packing and stuff..I had to find a way not to squash the little piggy that Sze Ting gave me... it took me a good 30mins for that!! &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; well no one would wanna kill that cute lil' thing rite? (cept' for ppl who killed Jeff Ng's piggy last time xD) Went to bed early since our flight was at 9.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, woke up at 5.45am? Ah, it doesn't matter. It was kinda hard to get up anyway. Somehow we had to ask my Aunt to fetch us there since the KLIA limo guy couldn't find his way to my relative's house lol..and so, at 9.30 we went in to the departure gates.. Mum, bro and I waved goodbye to dad since he was going to U.S. and his flight was at 9.55am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded the plane, and looked out the window as the country that I had lived in for 15 years started to fade away from my sight. The earphones were ringing in my ears. As I closed my eyes, the sun shone a bright morning light, refracting in the tears that had welled up in my eyes. And I thought, "What now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have memories that you never want to forget?&lt;br /&gt;The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-481526407889481727?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/481526407889481727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=481526407889481727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/481526407889481727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/481526407889481727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-precious-19-days.html' title='Those Precious 19 Days'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5931426773900450141</id><published>2008-12-17T01:20:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:05:27.699+10:00</updated><title type='text'>South East Asia Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phew.. It's seriously buzy and tiring this month for me.. I've recently returned from Aussie and went for church camp the day after. So yeah, camp was fun! haha.. it was at Port Dickson and surprisingly, the beach wasn't like 'teh tarik' =p anyway, later on the 2nd night, they had some Mystery Night thing going on. It' similar to a detective game with dead people and witnesses and all in it where you can find clues and evidence about the killer. It was pretty funny when they threw in a few zombies.. lol. After that I went to Fraser's Hill with my dad and 'lepaked' there for a bit. Then we returned on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with Darryl, Jeff Ng and Jeff Teh yesterday and ended up lepaking at my place soon after.. then today a couple of kiwi friends came over too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on this Sunday I'll be in Penang for an annual Christian Group trip. To my delight..there's more FOOD!! haha.. will enjoy the Fried Kuey Teow. Coming back for Christmas Eve and leaving for Singapore soon after on Boxing Day after I collect my PMR results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. so tired. This month's gonna wear me out.. ah well at least my last moments here in Malaysia will be filled with many memories =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia flashed a green light to me,&lt;br /&gt;The Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5931426773900450141?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5931426773900450141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5931426773900450141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5931426773900450141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5931426773900450141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/12/south-east-asia-tour.html' title='South East Asia Tour'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7326179487970937625</id><published>2008-11-20T16:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:06:01.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where on earth is the %$#@* heater!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoa.. had loads of fun for the past few weeks. Weeks ago, Jeff, Y.Leung and I had a movie marathon at my place. To Y.Leung's disappiontment, the girls couldn't make it for certain reasons.. =p Anyways, we watched Anger Management and played some X Box. We played Monopoly from 9.30pm till 1.00am++? haha I dunno lah but we were high and all while playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Right now I'm in Australia fighting off the crazy weather here. I arrived here about a week ago or so. One of the days it's cold like 8˚c?? haha then the next day it's hot like 35˚c++. Anyway, life here's pretty simple and sleeping for 12 hours straight is not a problem here. The problem is the heater here is dead!! So I'm freezing my butt off.. ah well.. just another 2 more weeks I guess. Other than that, there's nothing much to it. People here are friendly too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7326179487970937625?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7326179487970937625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7326179487970937625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7326179487970937625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7326179487970937625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-on-earth-is-heater.html' title='Where on earth is the %$#@* heater!!!'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-2788099170282280694</id><published>2008-10-23T01:25:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:33:02.987+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3..2..1..and we have lift off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PMR is over!! Big relief. Neways, me and the band had a jamming session after PMR and it was awesome! After that, there's really nothing much to do other than going out, gaming and watching movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Hao, Bryan and I went with Sze Ting and co. plus Kah Hao and Bryan to watch Eagle Eye few days ago. The storyline is one of the "High-Tech-Robot-That-Gone-Bad-And-Threatens-National-Security" type..heheh. Li ching said it is scary and Shannen and I agreed that it's cool. It's a must watch for every action movie fan. After that, we played air hockey and some arcade games. Then we went to MPH to lepak where we found Erin and co. reading Twilight. Went home after that. (I don't know if I sound dull..haha..but just to let you know, I'm blogging in a sleepy state so don't mind me...xp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's just movie and board games. Nothing much we can do since the Form 5's hijacked our classes. Ah well, hopefully the teachers planned out something interesting for us to do other than staying in the hall. Other than that, life now is just like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The never ending cycle. =p *Yawn, I'm tired from blogging now and the alarm clock disturbed my dreams this morn' so that's all I'm blogging for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, here's the pics from the jamming session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SP9BNdsULHI/AAAAAAAAACw/a5ub5D4YHug/s1600-h/IMG_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SP8_kL7h9XI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-9UvcqXuwA/s1600-h/IMG_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-2788099170282280694?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/2788099170282280694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=2788099170282280694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2788099170282280694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/2788099170282280694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/10/321and-we-have-lift-off.html' title='3..2..1..and we have lift off'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SP8_kL7h9XI/AAAAAAAAACI/1-9UvcqXuwA/s72-c/IMG_1939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5429790527832644795</id><published>2008-08-27T18:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:34:23.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phew! Trials are over! Well, still have another one coming up next month. So the stress ain't gone yet. A couple of weeks ago, I watched The Dark Knight. Comments? erm... awesome!! heheh. Other than that... life's pretty boring. Just me and books recently. My brain's hurting. Oh yeah, for the first time in my secondary school life, I got an 'A' for BM!! haha.. that's my first! (hopefully not my last! =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class decorations are being done by the class currently. It's pretty cool... though the wind made my efforts futile when the wind blew off the stuff I stuck on the wall... My parents has gone to Kangaroo Land (Australia) to visit my bro.. and I have permission to skip school whenever I want to. Mwahaha!! xp Sometimes I find it meaningless to go to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(no important lessons or tips given at times) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and it's better to stay home and study, but on the other hand... isn't staying home worse at other times when you're bored? Bah, I'll decide somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be all for now. (I think)&lt;br /&gt;Back to studies... over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5429790527832644795?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5429790527832644795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5429790527832644795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5429790527832644795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5429790527832644795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-4750163699061724745</id><published>2008-07-23T22:02:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:01:53.128+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everclear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe... it's been awhile since I updated. Earlier this month I had a guitar exam. It ain't ABRSM, but it's Rockschool, Trinity. I just received my results today and the results are... (suspense) well I got a distinction!! x) It's only grade 3 so yeah.. haha months of effort put in this finally paid off. Other than that, I watched Hellboy II : The Golden Army. It had pretty good effects.. I would recommend this show to anyone, especially those fiction-creature lovers! The CGI graphics were awesome. I don't think I'll be able to blog much any more... this could be my last. I hope not. The last movie/outing I'm ever gonna have till PMR is over is... Mummy : Tomb of The Dragon Emperor. Looking forward to it. Studies and homework are piling up. Never longed for my bed as much as before. Haha. End of the story for this month I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-4750163699061724745?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/4750163699061724745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=4750163699061724745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4750163699061724745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/4750163699061724745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/07/everclear.html' title='Everclear'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-7770390744709320693</id><published>2008-06-19T20:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:59:36.710+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartful Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, you'll most probably be wondering what's the title about. It's a anime that's a must watch (well for me anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; =p) Hmm..I spent the entire holidays doing nothing much (productive AND fruitful, no?).. watched a few movies here and there like Kungfu Panda and Hulk. Both of em were awesome. Kungfu Panda ROCKS!!! Hehe.. everyone has so gotta watch this. On the other hand,the new Hulk is waaaaaaaay better than the old one so yeah.. go watch whenever you're free too =) . School felt like a drag to me...wanted my sweet bed (still in the holiday mood). Other than that..it's pretty much ordinary. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SFo_SPQ2NAI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ze1dJ8EjrM/s1600-h/250x188-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SFo_SPQ2NAI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ze1dJ8EjrM/s320/250x188-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213549101202158594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-7770390744709320693?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/7770390744709320693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=7770390744709320693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7770390744709320693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/7770390744709320693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/06/heartful-days.html' title='Heartful Days'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SFo_SPQ2NAI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ze1dJ8EjrM/s72-c/250x188-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8602778718191678243</id><published>2008-05-18T23:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:53:21.308+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exams are OVER! Yeah... well there's still PMR though.. hahaha I'm such a party pooper. Anyways, nothing much happened last month other than the back breaking studying. It was yesterday when I went to scouts cuz Bryan dragged me there. In scouts we did something so awesome. Take a wild guess. We built a toilet. Yeah.. a toilet made of bakau wood and flysheet around it. Well it's not exactly a toilet..it's kinda like a cubicle and u dig a hole. Primitive ain't it? Well we made a door too! =] and guess what...Sir Vincent went to 'test' it .. lol he just tucked in his shirt inside the 'toilet'..don't think sick. We didn't dig a hole yet. =p after that Bryan came over to my house for a potluck with Rico and Jeff Ng. Rico brought his bacon wrap thingy and some potato thing (lol I don't know what's that called..sorry Rico! xp), Jeff got the ice cream, Bryan got the salad and I got the spaghetti and drinks. Then We Halo-ed after that. Yawn... surveyed KLCC for my church day camp today and I'm totally washed out.. had to go around the WHOLE shopping complex looking for stuff. Ah well.. at least it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8602778718191678243?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8602778718191678243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8602778718191678243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8602778718191678243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8602778718191678243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/falling-actions.html' title='Falling Actions'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-819150963859337948</id><published>2008-05-06T15:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:28:10.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exams are like 2 days from now and I'm still blogging... o.O  ah well.. one needs a break in a while right? Anyway, there was scouts camp few weeks ago. Well, it was pretty cool when we finished our super tall structure after all our hard work (I cut my finger cuz of that!! &gt;_&gt;). I left early though because I had church on the next day and I kinda fell sick. Oh yeah, I made a conclusion when studying. Never attempt to finish revising a subject in less than 4 days.. hehe =p gives you a pretty painful headache. Well thats all for now till the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SB_3cC1rlfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/93xOodLoh6I/s1600-h/250x188-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SB_3cC1rlfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/93xOodLoh6I/s320/250x188-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197144556179265010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-819150963859337948?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/819150963859337948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=819150963859337948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/819150963859337948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/819150963859337948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/05/stand.html' title='The Stand'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/SB_3cC1rlfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/93xOodLoh6I/s72-c/250x188-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6316284604944295883</id><published>2008-04-15T21:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:31:31.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;English drama.. well it wasn't exactly what we thought it would end but yeah...at least we got 2nd. Exams are round the corner so I don't think I'll be blogging nor going online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining, yet the sun is still shining,&lt;br /&gt;The boy with the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6316284604944295883?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6316284604944295883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6316284604944295883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6316284604944295883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6316284604944295883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-off.html' title='Taking Off'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-875413236207456500</id><published>2008-03-13T22:51:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:34:47.123+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cf camp is over!! Well it's kinda sad but yeah... had a great time. Think it's my last but I'll come back for sure =p Camp rocked... didn't know that my team turned out to be the winner hehe.. (sorry to the other teams xp) My team managed to win this game called LOL too.. It was raining for those 3 days in camp too! haha not to mention the blistering cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on God's promises,&lt;br /&gt;The boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R_IzHKe276I/AAAAAAAAABw/5P67EYK-_EM/s1600-h/250x188-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R_IzHKe276I/AAAAAAAAABw/5P67EYK-_EM/s320/250x188-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184262319222747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-875413236207456500?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/875413236207456500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=875413236207456500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/875413236207456500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/875413236207456500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/03/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R_IzHKe276I/AAAAAAAAABw/5P67EYK-_EM/s72-c/250x188-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-8521262866438533848</id><published>2008-03-09T23:49:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:36:49.616+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After days and days and days and days and days...(and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o on.. you get the picture xp) of practice.. cf camp's finally coming!! Well it's on Tuesday.. Practices were backbreaking since we we're like jumping around the place during practice with a 10 kg guitar strapped on your back. But anyway it's gonna be paid off nicely in camp I hope. I'll just leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;The boy that found the override button in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R9PndiTJR8I/AAAAAAAAABo/yLOcXyi24v8/s1600-h/250x188-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R9PndiTJR8I/AAAAAAAAABo/yLOcXyi24v8/s320/250x188-25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175734891388159938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-8521262866438533848?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/8521262866438533848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=8521262866438533848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8521262866438533848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/8521262866438533848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/03/tunnel.html' title='Tunnel'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R9PndiTJR8I/AAAAAAAAABo/yLOcXyi24v8/s72-c/250x188-25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-5421808122194596745</id><published>2008-02-22T00:30:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:58:37.089+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost? I hope you're not.. I find it rather annoying to be lost :) ... haha since the last post was kinda emo.. I think.. I'm making this one not-so-emo hehe. After school I had to go to Jeremy's church for CF camp practice..well the drummer was  'gorenging' inside there and it was like "Agh!! My ears!!!" lol I'm exaggerating. Anyway practice was bit rusty, but we managed somehow to at least coordinate. Looking forward to the next practice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds turns into minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes turns into hours.&lt;br /&gt;Hours turns into days.&lt;br /&gt;Days turns into weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Weeks turns into months.&lt;br /&gt;Months turn into years.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are left in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are left with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;What more do you need?&lt;br /&gt;I often ask myself that question but find myself lost.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity of my exact location in life is a question.&lt;br /&gt;The urge to know the answer has begun my quest to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Is there an answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;The boy who once thought life was a downhill slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-5421808122194596745?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/5421808122194596745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=5421808122194596745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5421808122194596745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/5421808122194596745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966719300955406070.post-6366502506989737574</id><published>2008-02-17T18:41:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:57:36.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A boy went to the airport with his family. He saw his brother standing by his friends for the last time. Soon everyone knew it was time, and they had to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he(the boy's brother) spoke his last words face to face to everyone that was there, they all shed their tears to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked through the gates, everyone wished him the best as he left. He then made way to the departure hall to wait for his plane that was due in an hour. The pieces that the boy's brother played on the piano ran through his mind at that time. Tears began running down his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked,"Can we go to the waving gallery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said in tears,"The plane isn't visible from there son. I'm sorry." Heartbroken, the boy shed his tears as his brother walked out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, the boy went to the hospital in the evening to visit his recovering grandfather. The grandfather seemed to be showing improvements that moment...there they talked with each other for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the next morning, the boy and the family rushed to the hospital after receiving news that his grandfather was in a critical condition. The boy's was torn to see the grandfather in that condition even though it the condition was painless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing his grandfather, he knew he couldn't do anything in that moment for him so he went to school. After returning school, the boy was told that his grandfather had passed away. For a moment, the world came to an abrupt stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, he cried as he saw his grandfather for the last time. He knew he couldn't dealt with all the grief alone. He was like a leaf tossed around in a storm. He felt hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then realized that his grandfather had only two grandsons and the boy was one of them. As he remembered songs his grandfather played on the piano, he then remembered the unfulfilled request that his grandfather made to him. "Can you play your guitar along with me?" said the boy's grandfather long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tears, he prayed in his heart,"Lord, I know You have Your reasons for all things that happen. I cast all my sorrow to You. I place my torn heart in Your hands, Lord. I am wounded and tired. Heal me Lord. I place my faith in You. Grant me understanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then continued living on his life, knowing only that time can heal him. But one thing that still remain in him was the memory of the two greatest pianists in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R7f0_7SzjfI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qc6OB7_buzg/s1600-h/250x188-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R7f0_7SzjfI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qc6OB7_buzg/s320/250x188-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167868476516437490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966719300955406070-6366502506989737574?l=livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/feeds/6366502506989737574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=966719300955406070&amp;postID=6366502506989737574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6366502506989737574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966719300955406070/posts/default/6366502506989737574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingoutthedistance.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Brandon Yong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640756039998682396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1raye1V-XE/TlDvpBz5ByI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4iqueDYgRU0/s220/transatlanticism_by_amongstotherthings-d30f781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6k_3isJUiM/R7f0_7SzjfI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qc6OB7_buzg/s72-c/250x188-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
