<?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-8576232571345292771</id><updated>2011-11-08T04:21:36.937-08:00</updated><category term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Lord Of The Rings'/><category term='Smallville'/><category term='Red Rose'/><title type='text'>Dunky</title><subtitle type='html'>Bye bye Blackbird</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-3476881305122586038</id><published>2010-09-25T13:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:29:08.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Libran Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FBFFFF;"&gt;A Libran man can answer all your questions, but he cannot solve the puzzle of your typically girlish dreams. He likes to maintain a balance in everything he does and that includes love too. If you have been captivated by him once, there is a minuscule chance that you will be able to leave him. Even if try to back off, he will convince you with such persuasive arguments that you would be left with no other option, but to stay. He will cover the contradictions of his behavior with such charm that you will be entrapped once again, with nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help you if he smiles! You will fall in love with him again. Don't blame yourself; the smile of a Libra male is so captivating that not even his enemies can resist it. Now, when you are totally enamored, you are bound to forget your own existence. His charm will result in you seeing his dreams and his happiness being your utmost priority. The first thing you will notice about him is that he finds it very difficult to make up his mind. If even after much deliberation, he has been able to do that, he may change his opinion in a split second if he thinks he made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to fight him, turn your back towards him while fighting and stuff your ears with cotton. If he looks at you with that smile of his and starts his convincing arguments in that smooth tone, you won't stand a single chance of winning. As far as romance is concerned, your Libra guy will never fall short of it. He can use his pleasing manner and graceful charm and win any girl in sight. Once he wins her heart, he is not too sure what to do with it and this is when the problems start. Even if the situation demands a break up, he will always try to postpone it as much as he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he does this just to make sure that this is what is best for the both of them, he hurts a person's feelings in the process. Even the opposite case, when he is deciding whether to propose marriage or not, is equally painful. On top of that, if he thinks he is being unfair to you, the confusion gets more pronounced. Libran men tend to confuse love with friendship and vice-versa. They keep searching for the perfect girl and if the relationship doesn't turns out to be as they expected it, they become a little heartbroken and then move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lost love seldom makes a deep wound in a Libran heart. It forgives and forgets. A Libra man is never interested in prying out your secrets. He delves deeper into a topic just to get a fair view of it and not with the aim of dissecting a situation. All he wants are the facts, not the personal nuances lying underneath them. He will from an opinion about your behavior, but he wouldn't take too much pain to know why you behave the way you do. A Libran is like a judge who passes his judgments on the basis of the facts, not the emotions triggering them. He is not interested in gossip and is not the one to tell your personal secrets to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can trust him with all your heart. A Libran male will listen to your inner dreams, desires and hopes. However, do not expect him to understand your silent hopes. He is not good at that and all your hopes may come thrashing to the ground. You will have to learn to live with it. At the same time, don't expect him to take your side when you are wrong. He has built-in mechanism of being fair, even when it involves you. A Libran guy is generous with money and stinginess is not one of his personality traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His house will be full of guests every now and then, but he dislikes going to crowded places that are full of strangers. He likes people, but if the numbers become too large, he becomes uncomfortable. If you are planning to get married to him, develop the habit of keeping the house neat, clean and full of good fragrances. A Libran guy cannot tolerate sloppiness and pungent cooking smells make him feel depressed. He may be careless and shoddy himself, but you will be expected to keep yourself, the kids as well as the house attractive all the time. He may not say anything about this, but his behavior will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying out till late, sleeping all the time he is at home, etc, are some of the signs that things are not right. This is something you will have to analyze and correct. Otherwise, you may lose a very devoted, generous, fair and pleasing husband, who has a smile that can melt any heart. As a father, a Libra male will teach his kids the sense of fairness, discipline and debate. He will dote on them, but they will never come before you. His fatherly affection won't overshadow his romantic feelings for you. Just remember to take initiative in the relationship, keep him loved and nourished and he will always keep you warm with his captivating smile!&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/8576232571345292771-3476881305122586038?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3476881305122586038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=3476881305122586038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3476881305122586038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3476881305122586038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/09/libran-man_25.html' title='The Libran Man'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7779832075675045049</id><published>2010-09-25T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:18:54.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can bow and pretend that you don't know you're a Legend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7779832075675045049?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7779832075675045049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7779832075675045049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7779832075675045049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7779832075675045049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-bow-and-pretend-that-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-1237975994183156940</id><published>2010-04-12T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:58:03.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep smiling - it makes people wonder what you've been up to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; 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font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://D3624EFA-A572-44FA-AC5E-8CB38835112B/character.gif" alt="character.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy!!  =DDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-8774725422990594029?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8774725422990594029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=8774725422990594029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8774725422990594029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8774725422990594029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-favourite-teddy-bear.html' title='My favourite Teddy Bear!!'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-1178333124339908213</id><published>2010-03-17T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:14:40.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Gratitude.</title><content type='html'>When I was a young boy, I remember my dad playing this song in the house he used to live in. Everything was so big to me, and I was so amazed by everything. Thank you Dad, for the &lt;i&gt;unspoken words&lt;/i&gt; said to me and inspiration as well as examples you were to me. The rest, I shall leave to my own interpretation and imagination. Though I do not agree with &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; that has come to, I am beginning to understand why you did what you did, and liked what you liked. Ah ma and Ah kong, thank you too =)  You let me see what dad didn't see. I LOVE YOU AH MA AND AH KONG.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI9euK4hvlg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI9euK4hvlg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8576232571345292771-1178333124339908213?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1178333124339908213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=1178333124339908213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1178333124339908213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1178333124339908213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange-gratitude.html' title='Strange Gratitude.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7900857909147592254</id><published>2010-03-10T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:14:00.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7900857909147592254?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7900857909147592254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7900857909147592254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7900857909147592254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7900857909147592254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/03/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-3291219630973027219</id><published>2010-03-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:46:59.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this online, and thought it'd be food for thought.</title><content type='html'>Letter To A Christian Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first entered the National University of Singapore, I was the loner kid who did not bat an eyelid at girls. Girls, with all their idiosyncrasies like gossiping or buying pairs of shoes after shoes, were too much for me to handle. I was more interested in climbing, and girls only served to take away my climbing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You first approached me. You started giving me gifts, like chocolates and small cards. These little nuggets made a boring day suddenly exciting. In all your little notes, you asked about my life; you dropped encouragements; you made me feel special in a way no other person has managed to. Any unfeeling heart would melt under these circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the one year that we spent together, I cannot remember a single unhappy moment. Sure we had disagreements, but we sorted them out as soon as they surfaced. Never once had we an argument. I still remember the incident when you crashed the car. To the best of my ability, I arranged for a mechanic to repair the damages, negotiated for a good repair price between the accident victim and the mechanic, and paid for all the upfront costs first. Do you remember how I told you then since you did not have any liquid assets; you could try to barter your fully stocked cupboard with the parties? A little nasty yes, but all for your own good. In the end, I still helped you make the payment with the money I scrupulously saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember our overseas trips. Those weeks spent away from urbanisation, getting to learn more about each other, and gaining insights together. All these memories I hold close to my heart. But they aren’t important anymore. After one year together, without warning, you dropped a bombshell on me – convert or break up. I was devastated. I cannot begin to describe the hurt and anguish I felt. You’ve left me behind to walk the long road ahead on my own. I languished in my grief. I can’t even do the thing I loved to do most – climbing. All the fight has been drained out of me. How long will it take to pick up the pieces? I wonder. One Chinese proverb particularly lent me support: If you can pick it up, you should be able to put it down. In my desire to understand how a religion, which in its entirety claims to preach love and compassion, drove you to unilaterally and resolutely want the break up, I achieved revelation. Indeed, the learning process is accelerated when feelings are invested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undone by 2 Corinthians 6:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be unequally yoked together with non-believers. You believe that God created you in His image, and that He is ‘a member of your body’. Because of this religious doctrine, you believe that the resulting union between a Christian and a non-Christian is unholy. You believe that you will not be granted entry into the Kingdom of Heaven. You believe that if you commit the sin, you will burn for eternity in hellfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise now how you could be so calm when you made your decision to break up known to me. I collapsed with grief, whereas you could still go jamming with the rest in the immediate aftermath. You felt like you were doing God’s work, and you found peace in Him. I had no such consolation. My life just fell apart. In sorrow, I grasped at reasons at why you might be unhappy with me. Did I treat you badly? Was I overly possessive? Was I not spontaneous enough for you? All these queries drew a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after reading the scripture did my hurt, disappointment and anger subside. I realised the very difficult spiritual position you were in. Just like how Christ is head of the Church, the man is to be the head of the house. I cannot provide you with the spiritual support that is demanded of me in the bible. The bible you believe to be the divinely inspired word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Reason-Driven Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shared with me how you attended Sunday school since you were in primary school and finally got baptized in secondary one. You shared with me how you were previously a naughty and unruly girl, and how religion has changed you for the better. Unfortunately, I do not share that same background as you. But like you, I am a social construct of our upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the typical nerd in school and studied diligently. From a young age, I’ve learnt to correlate good results with hard work. If I studied hard and obtained good grades, I deserved all the credit. If I decided to be lazy, took a back seat and get punished with bad grades, then I reap what I sown. I do not praise the Lord for everything good thing that happened in my life and vice versa, blame Satan for everything bad. Rather, I encourage and berate myself in accordance to my successes or failures. As a result of my firm belief in effort and reward, my grades have always been above average, if not excellent. In the blink of an eye, 23 years have passed. In that same duration I have lived without a God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this upbringing, I am firmly steeped in reason and anecdotal evidence. Just like how you are indoctrinated in unquestioningly faith as a virtue, I am indoctrinated in intellectual scepticism as a merit. For me to convert to become a fundamentalist Christian like yourself, instead of becoming a half-past-six Christian (as one Christian friend has appallingly recommended me), I need to be surrounded by overwhelming, mutually self-reinforcing evidence. I embarked on reading the Bible, and within the first few chapters of the holy book I already found several distasteful contradictions. Contradictions I am unable to reconcile. At this point, we must decide if we think whether intellectual scepticism or blind faith more virtuous. Should a child be inquisitive and ask and question and debate or should he be obedient and servient and accept everything spoken to be the truth of the world? Perhaps I failed to read the Bible spiritually, or adopt its teachings with the same unquestioning acceptance as you did. If I were to become a baptized Christian, then all my queries have to be answered to me by the faith, one by one. Prepare yourself for a deluge of intellectual bombardment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematicians have calculated that the probability of us coming into existence out of random chance is very, very minute. Therefore, some higher being must have created us. But this hypothesis creates more problems than it solves – the problem of infinite regress. If you follow the logical train of thought, if God created us, then who created Him? Christians tell me that their Judeo-Christian God is uncreated, and that he has simply always existed. There is no analogy, no basis for comparison against this argument in nature, and I cannot wrap my head around this claim. If I were to worship a God, then naturally it behoves me to worship the ultimate creator. Can you conclusively prove to me that your God is the ultimate creator? Just because you firmly believe in something doesn’t necessarily mean it is correct. If I firmly believe that there is a teapot orbiting around the Earth, then the onus is on me to prove my theory. The onus is on you to prove your God to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many Religions, Which one is True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we supposed to know which religion is the true religion? Just because someone follows a certain faith does not necessarily mean it is the right path. Perhaps no one religion contains all the truth of the world. Perhaps every religion contains fragments of the truth and it is our responsibility to identify those fragments and piece them together. Or perhaps there are no gods. No one can say for sure. There were 3200 religions in the world since the start of time. Since only 1 religion can be correct, then the other 3199 religions must be wrong. Christians say their God is the one true God, as do the Muslims, Jews, Hindus and more. And radicals from each faith are willing to be a martyr for what they think is the highest ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not see that the place of your birth determines your religion? If you were born in Japan, you’ll be a Shinto. If you were born in India, you’ll be a Hindu. If you were born in Tibet, you’ll be a Buddhist. If you were born in Norway during the times of the Vikings, you’ll believe in Thor and his hammer! The fact that Christians think a child to be the child of God, instead of a child of Christian parents, or Hindu parents, or Muslim parents, is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not all religions appear strange to those who stand outside of them? A case in point: when I recounted my predicament to a PRC friend, she found religion to be a ludicrous myth. Only an insidious force such as religion can break up such a happy relationship, she told me. She also shared with me how the Fa Lun Gong Movement is creating a lot of social problems in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creationists argue that the world is 6000 years old. But science, through using several independent methods of radiological dating, has repeatedly proven the world to be about 4.5billion years old. Dinosaur fossils are tested to be about 65million years old. That the age of the Earth is 6000 years old is a myth. How Christians stand steadfast in their story of creation in the face of such staggering evidence defies understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah’s Ark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 6:15 states that Noah's ark was 300 cubits by 50 cubits by 30 cubits in size. Today, experts agree that a cubit was approximately 18 inches, yielding a volume (if perfectly rectangular, the most voluminous possible shape of three unequal dimensions) of 1,518,750 cubic feet. Into this, you must fit two of each of the 30,000,000 species on earth (60,000,000 creatures altogether), plus all the food needed to keep all of them alive for about a year when the flood raged. Even without the mind-boggling amount of food required, it is technically impossible to pile all the creatures in the ark, together with space for bedding or room to stand. Furthermore, Noah has to go the Arctic to collect 2 penguins, go to Antarctic to collect 2 polar bears, go to Kalahari Desert to find 2 meerkats, go to Asia to find 2 tigers, and get 2 Tyrannosaurus Rex to enter the ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if it rained for 40 days and 40 nights, then given the severe drop in salinity of the seawater, most of the fragile marine species should have died out – something not evident in the world today. Given the above analysis, the story of Noah’s Ark cannot be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible not being a Good Moral Compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells you to stone people who believe in other gods to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thy brother, the son of thy mother, or thy son, or thy daughter, or the wife of thy bosom, or thy friend, which is as thine own soul, entice thee secretly, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which thou hast not known, thou, nor thy father; Namely, of the god of the people which are round about you, nigh unto thee, or far off from thee, from the one end of the earth even unto the other end of the Earth; Thou shall not consent unto him, nor hearken unto him, neither shall thine eye pity him, neither shalt thou spare, neither shall thou conceal him: But thou shalt surely kill him; thine hand shall be first upon him to put him to death, and afterwards the hand of all the people. And thou shalt stone him with stones, that he die (Deuteronomy 13:6-10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham makes an offering of his son to appease God’s whimsical wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham, and said unto him, Abraham: and he said, Behold, here I am. And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of (Genesis 22: 1-2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham heard an imaginary voice in his head telling him to murder Isaac. He subsequently lifts the blade to his son’s throat. These actions demand unquestioning belief. It requires what philosophers refer to as a leap of faith. Earlier, God had promised Abraham that he would spread his seed far and wide for him. A dilemma is presented at this point. How can I possibly spread my seed if I kill my only son? That God ultimately did not claim the sacrifice is of secondary importance. What if one day, you hear an imaginary voice in your head, telling you to sacrifice your child? I can only imagine hapless believers, killing their children over what they think is God’s mandate. To people outside the faith, this act of abomination is nothing less than cold-blooded murder. Furthermore, this contradicts with the ‘Thou shall not murder’ commandment. So many inconsistencies, yet you can effortlessly accept where I find it morally repulsive to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses the Prophet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him. But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves (Numbers 31: 17-18). Moses, who was angered at the Israelites merciful restrain towards the conquered Midianite people, ordered his men to kill innocent children in cold blood, and kill every female that is married to the Midianite men. What sin did the Midianite male children and married females commit that demands this genocide? The greatest irony is that it was Moses who brought down the 10 unbreakable commandments inscribed in stone. Given the savage nature of what you have already witnessed, it should come as a big surprise to you that one of the commandments were actually Thou shall not kill. Yet, here was Moses, ordering the mass slaughter of children and women in cold blood, not unlike the gas camps of the Nazis or the killing fields of Pol Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape My Daughter as you Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as they were making their hearts merry, behold, the men of the city, certain sons of Belial, beset the house round about, and beat at the door, and spake to the master of the house, the old man, saying Bring forth the man that came into thine house, that we may know him. And the man, the master of the house, went out unto them, and said unto them, Nay, my brethren, nay I pray you, do not so wickedly; seeing that this man is come into mine house, do not this folly. Behold, here is my daughter a maiden, and his concubine; them I will bring out now, and humble ye them, and do with them what seemeth good unto you: but unto this man do not so vile a thing. But the men would not hearken to him: so the man took his concubine, and brought her forth unto them; and they knew her, and abused her all the night until the morning: and when the day began to spring, they let her go. Then came the woman in the dawning of the day, and fell down at the door of the man’s house where her lord was, till it was light. And her lord rose up in the morning, and opened the doors of the house, and went out to go his way: and behold, the woman his concubine was fallen down at the door of the house, and her hands were upon the threshold. And he said unto her, Up, and let us be going. But none answered. Then the man took her up upon an ass, and the man rose up, and gat him unto his place. And when he was come into his house, he took a knife, and laid down hold on his concubine, and divided her, together with her bones, into twelve pieces, and sent her into all the coasts of Israel (Judges 19: 22-29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire particularly nasty paragraph describes the inferior status of women, equivalent to that of playthings, as sanctioned in the Bible. The man offered his concubine to be raped, instead of fighting to defend her, as I would have done without hesitation. Following that, the same man desecrated her body when she died instead of providing her with a proper burial. I hope this piece of scripture shocks you as much as it has shocked me. In today’s civilised world, such acts of betrayal and moral destitution are considered socially repugnant, yet these are the teachings you meekly accept with unquestioningly faith. These are the issues that you must grapple with if you truly accept your faith in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Picking within the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course now Christians will be protesting, because they claim that Jesus, who has descended onto the world to die on the cross for our sins, has changed the world since the nasty days of the Old Testament. No doubt the New Testament is an improved version of the Old Testament from a moral position. The idea is that God had himself incarnated as a man, Jesus, in order that he should be hideously tortured and executed in order to redeem our sins. And not just the original sin of Adam and Eve, but all future sins, whether we decide to commit them or not. Ultimately when we die, God is both judge and jury in the decision to allow entry into the gates of the Holy City. So then, why does he need to die on the cross for us to atone us for our sins just so he can judge us again at the end? Why not just forgive us outright? Is he not supposed to be all powerful and all merciful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, contrary to what many Christians believe, the New Testament openly endorses the laws of the Old Testament. Think not that I am to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfil. For I verily say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled (Matthew 5: 17-18). All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness (2 Timothy 3: 13). It cannot be any clearer. The laws in the Old Testament are to be obeyed. It is downright shameful how Christians can interpret otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian apologetics reason that in the days of the Old Testament, we had to follow the moral, civil and priestly laws. For them, because we are not under a theocratic system today and because by sacrificing himself Jesus fulfilled the priestly law, only the moral laws apply today. This explains why homosexuals and adulterers were stoned in the past, but are not today. This explanation is flawed. The moral law is created by God, the civil law by whichever political system was governing the country at that time, and priestly laws by the priest. If God commanded that adulterers be stoned, then it is solely a moral law set by him. Do the civil or priestly laws have the right to interfere? Do you mean to tell me that the state or the priests have more power over the supreme Creator of your universe? How can Christians allow the moral law of their God be tainted by the secondary laws set by humans, especially since human beings were intelligently designed to be imperfect? I would think that if you were a true Christian, you would follow your God’s law to the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the Bible supposedly preaches values of love, compassion and mercy, it also advocates slavery, hate, pettiness, anger, jealousy and narrow-mindedness. Just one line from Confucius could triumph all the moral pretentiousness of the Bible. “Do not do unto others what you do not wish to be done unto yourself”. Imagine if this phrase was incorporated as one of the tenets of the 10 commandments (instead of the morally inept “You shall not covet your neighbour’s wife” commandment). It is obvious that the world will see much less conflict or better still, no conflict at all. Not to mention the irrational breaking up of a perfectly happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagreement among the Different Sects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different Christian denominations, all of which disagree with one another over which doctrine to place emphasis on, which church to follow, etc. The faith is spilt into the 3 branches of Roman Catholicism, Anglicanism and Protestantism. Under each of these denominations there are further sub-groups. For example, under the Protestant group, further denominations include the Anabaptists, Pentecostals, Adventists, Baptists, Calvinists, Presbyterians, Congregationalists, Methodists and Lutherans. Not forgetting other sects like the Puritans or Pletism that have died out since the 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the disagreement between various religions is not conflict enough, denominations within the Christian faith all disagree with each other. Catholics believe that Mary had no original sin, remained free of sin throughout her life, is the “Mother of God” and the new Eve. They also believe of her bodily assumption into heaven instead of death. Other Christian factions disagree. Seventh-day Adventists believe that the Saturday, originally the seventh day of the Judeo-Christian week, should be the Sabbath. Other Christian factions disagree. Mormons think that all drugs, including caffeine in coffee and tea, are a travesty to biblical laws. Other Christian factions disagree. It appears that conflict, not consensus, is a central theme of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate over Homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the issue of gay pastors has been thrust into the limelight in predominantly Christian America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2006, leaders of the nation’s largest Lutheran denomination began a tense debate in Minneapolis on whether to ordain gay men and lesbians. The denomination, the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, is considering lifting a ban on noncelibate gay and lesbian pastors, permitting the ordination of people in committed same-sex relationships. Let’s see what the Bible has to say about homosexuality. If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them (Leviticus 20: 13). Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolater, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, not extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10). Is it not peculiar how the Lutheran Church leaders interpret the scripture in a vastly different way from how you interpret it? Such church leaders, with the power to influence the minds of all of their gigantic congregations, has despite the warnings listed down in the Bible, decided to go ahead with the vote to ordain gay pastors. Can you not see how religion is susceptible to starkly contrasting interpretations, and subsequently abuse? I cannot imagine the day when Singaporean church leaders decide to interpret the Bible in the fundamentalist way (that their religion is the one true religion and all other religions are profoundly false and necessarily wicked), and incite religious hatred against other faiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2006, leader of the 30million-member National Association of Evangelicals in the US, Pastor Ted Haggard, resigned after being embroiled in a gay sex scandal with another man. The other party, prostitute and masseur Mike Jones felt he had to expose the hypocrisy behind Pastor Ted’s anti gay marriage preaching on one hand, but engaging in sexual activities with a man on the other. Pastor Ted has since been stripped of his ministry. Saying one thing but doing another? That’s old news to me, at least where Christianity is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Holistic Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the Richard Harries, Bishop of Oxford, has to say on the issue of homosexuality. “Well if you take the issue of homosexuality, there is no doubt that more so in the Old Testament, but also present in the New Testament, that there are a number of texts, not as many as people think there are, but there are a few, that clearly regard homosexuality as wrong. But it is a question of how you interpret the Bible - whether it is right to extract a few isolated texts, rather than seeing the whole message of the Bible; the whole message of Jesus.” He says that in the past during the Roman times homosexuality as a choice is frowned upon; whereas from the understanding that biology gives us today, it appears that homosexuality is a circumstance. Progressive values espoused from such an authority figure in the religious circles are steps forward for mankind. Christians need to read the Bible in its entirety and inculcate the over-arching loving and compassionate message of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Bishop of Oxford says that extracting a few isolated texts from the Bible is morally unjustifiable, then extracting the sole “Do not be unequally yoked together with unbelievers” line, and basing your decision to break up on religious dogma should be considered most absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide Conflicts as a Result of Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see how you remain blissfully (or should I use woefully) unaware of current world affairs. Whenever I point out conflicts arising as a result of religion to you, I notice how you always looked shocked. It is as if you live in protective little bubble your religion provides, and think it impossible how so much evil can arise out of a supposedly good thing like religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fortunate you reside in Singapore, where religion is kept separate from politics. Having the Internal Security Department hawk over the evangelical groups to toe them in line, though admittedly draconian, does have the merits of preventing religiously intolerant religions like your own from inciting racial and religious hatred. Case in point: Pastor Rony Tan shooting his mouth off in his sermons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not see that incompatible religious doctrines have divided our world into separate moral communities, and these divisions have become a continuous source of bloodshed? Indeed, religion is as much a living spring of violence today as it has been at any time in the past (Crusades and Spanish Inquisition). The recent conflicts in Palestine (Jews vs. Muslims), the Balkans (Orthodox Serbians vs. Catholic Croatians; Orthodox Serbians vs. Bosnian and Albanian Muslims), Northern Ireland (Protestants vs. Catholics), Kashmir (Muslims vs. Hindus), Sudan (Muslims vs. Christians and animists), Nigeria (Muslims vs. Christians), Ethiopia and Eritrea (Muslims vs. Christians), Sri Lanka (Sinhalese Buddhists vs. Tamil Hindus), Indonesia (Muslims vs. Timorese Christians), Iran and Iraq (Shiite vs. Sunni Muslims), and the Caucasus (Orthodox Russians vs. Chechen Muslims; Muslim Azerbaijanis vs. Catholic and Orthodox Armenians) are merely a few cases in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that I have opened your eyes to blood spilt all over the world by people who fight over whose God is truer. You still think religion is always a force for good? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radicalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, Reverend Paul Hill shot Doctor John Britton and his bodyguard, James Barrett outside the doctor’s abortion clinic in Florida. The crime of the doctor, as religiously perceived by Hill, was the carrying out of abortion procedures for a woman who requested it. In a religious fervour to do his version of God’s work, Hill turned his back on progressive values and went against civil law. In a statement before his execution, Hill said that he felt no remorse for his actions, and that he expected a great reward in Heaven. In his last words, he encouraged others who believed abortion contravenes the word of God to ‘do what you have to do to stop it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This psychopath, who somehow managed to get himself ordained as a reverend, is telling his followers to go and commit more of such cold blooded murder of abortion practitioners. Has he decided to selectively skip the ‘Thou shall not kill’ commandment? In the course of his journey to become a priest, has the values of love and compassion and mercy (the same values that you probably hold dear to your heart) not been drilled into him? How can he commit such an atrocity and yet remain defiant even till his deathbed? Perhaps just like the peace you found in God when you decided to break up with me, he found his peace too. This same ‘peace’ has led to uncountable nights of me sobbing into my pillow. The same can probably be said for the wife and young children the doctor has left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, dispute over the use of the word Allah in Christian doctrine had erupted in conflict. Churches were vandalised and set on fire by fanatical Muslim youths who believed that the word Allah belonged their faith and not to Malaysians who practiced other faiths. Retaliatory attacks were soon launched on Muslim mosques. How many more places of worship has to be defaced, how many more lives have to be lost, before you peer out of your cocoon and see the truth of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is seen by the scholars as false, by the commoners as true, and by the politicians as useful. Case in point: United States President George Bush Jr. told the American public that God gave him the mandate to attack Iraq. In a media boo-boo, he said that it was a crusade against evil. Crusade. The word rings a bell, doesn’t it? The reason behind the illegitimate invasion was to destroy the weapons of mass destruction Saddam Hussein kept, but they found none. They found barrels of black gold though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Leaders as Good Role Models?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWARE Saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I pointed out how the Bible is not exactly the best moral compass. Similarly, the actions of some Christian leaders leave much to be desired. A right-wing Christian group who perceived the campaigns of AWARE (a non-profit organisation), as being pro-homosexuality, storm-troopered the advocacy’s group annual general meeting and snatched power. AWARE saw a stunning leadership change when newcomers captured 9 of the 12 executive committee posts. Older members questioned their motives as well as the sudden influx of new members who joined AWARE just months before the AGM. The new team sacked the AWARE centre’s manager, a paid employee, changed the locks at the AWARE office and had a stand-off with old guard members who turned up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With four of the new exco members attending the same church – and having the same ‘feminist mentor’ in the form of lawyer Thio Su Mien – and all espousing ‘pro-family’, anti-gay sentiments, it is obvious that a religious group is trying to impose its agenda on a secular non-profit organization. Do you not see the problem here when religious people, no doubt in the zeal to do God’s work, go beyond simply evangelising their beliefs to attempting to pass their preferred moral practices into legislation. By their actions, the Christian Right has notoriously established a benchmark for religiously inspired activism that may well be emulated by people of other faiths. This is the start of a slippery slope. The consequences of skidding down that slope are unimaginable for a multi-religious society like Singapore’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Joacquim Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang was sentenced to seven and a half years in jail in 2004 for misappropriating $5.1 million in church funds while serving as a parish priest at St Teresa's Church. I wonder if his followers will still have faith in him. Leadership by example, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Rony Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rony Tan, the leader of Lighthouse Evangelism, an independent church with 12,000 members, ridiculed Buddhism and Taoism in his sermons to his church. The most appalling thing was that as he was inserting snide remarks and nasty untruths about other faiths, the entire congregation was laughing together with him. I shudder to think that some of my Christian friends may be sitting among those in that congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic priests molesting children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catholic sex abuse cases are a series of lawsuits, criminal prosecutions and scandals related to the sexual abuse committed by Catholic priests against minors. Beyond the actual abuses, much of the scandal focused around the actions of some members of the Catholic hierarchy who did not report the crimes to legal authorities and reassigned the offenders to other locations where they continued to have contact with minors, giving them the opportunity to continue their sexual abuse. Again and again, we see examples of how these people with religious authority abusing their power and causing hurt and suffering in their charges. How many more examples do you need before you understand my unwillingness to be blindly led around by the blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Contradiction between 2 of the 10 Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 1: You shall have no other gods before me&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 5: Honour your father and mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father and mother pray to other gods. When they die, as the eldest son, I have the traditional duty to conduct funeral rites for them, which would inevitably conflict with Commandment 1 should I have converted to the Christian faith. But if I do not take up this duty, then I am guilty of contravening Commandment 5. A lose-lose situation. Personally, I place a higher premium on filial piety than on religious dogmatism. During his 2009 National Day Rally speech on religious tolerance, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong recounted stories of Christian converts who refused to do as their parents wished on their deathbed and ended up hurting the very people who have painstakingly brought them up for many years. Fulfil your parent’s deathbed wishes – to do or not to do? Honestly, I am repulsed at the actions of those ingrates and will definitely do as my parents wished to the best of my ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it ridiculously easy to reach this conclusion just with rational reasoning. There is no need to commit to a book to resolve moral questions of this sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Disasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami or the 2005 Hurricane Katrina. When the waves of the massive tsunami crashed into the city of Aceh and when the gusts of the hurricane slammed into New Orleans, what was going through God’s mind? Why did God, in all his omnipresence and omnipotence, not stop the tsunami from crushing the lives out of hundreds of thousands of innocents, many of them children? What crime did the children commit? Hundreds of thousands of lives were killed in an instant. These were people of faith, dying! In New Orleans, did he not hear the prayers of the elderly who fled to the attics to escape the rising waters, only to be slowly drowned as they murmured their prayers? What kind of all-powerful and all-compassionate God is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, the people who survived reaffirmed their faith. Praise the Almighty Lord for delivering us from harm, they would say. But do they not see that the same God who has supposedly spared their lives has also mercilessly drowned infants in their cribs? If you accept that there is a God, then He must be powerless, or evil, or He does not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the Bible can dedicate huge chunks of texts to encouraging slavery, to promoting gender inequality, to curtailing sexual behaviour, to describing in gory detail how to punish adulterers and homosexuals, yet it cannot prophesize natural disasters of such biblical proportions? God told no one of the impending doom. Science did. Hours before the tsunami or hurricane struck, meteorological calculations and satellite imagery foresaw the imminent disaster. Meteorologists rushed to warn people to evacuate the danger zone. Without science, more lives would have been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it amazing how God can address the prayers of those who ask for good grades in their exams, or good results for their competitions, but fail to hear the prayers of those about to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising Young Lawyer Killed in Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lo Hwei Yen, 28, a promising Singaporean lawyer, was one of at least 188 people, including 22 foreigners, killed in a shooting and grenade rampage by 10 militants who terrorised Mumbai for 60 hours in 2008. Incidentally, she happens to be a devout Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God put such a promising girl like this girl into the world, only to claim the life back when she is at the prime of her life? Is the purpose of her life to die in the cross fire of some religious extremists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the Muslim terrorists from Pakistan, indoctrinated with their highest ideal of introducing an Islamic state in South Asia and liberating Muslims residing in Indian-administered Kashmir, cares about the collateral damage? It saddens me to note what extremism in the name of religion has led to the passing of a beautiful yet innocent soul like Ms Lo. It should sadden you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan as the Convenient Excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be so foolish to think that Satan is the cause of all these evils. It was apparent in my conversations with you that you think that Satan is solely responsible for everything you cannot explain. In my conversations with more enlightened Christians, they tell me that Satan influences, but ultimately the choice belongs to the person. Father Joacquim Kang and Reverend Paul Hill should have known better. And if God is all-powerful, why didn’t he eliminate Satan? Or better still, why didn’t He simply just not design Satan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Better or for Worse? Till Death do us Part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my chagrin, there have been several attempts by Christians who earnestly invite me to their church time and time again. I appreciate their goodwill and kind gestures. However, my issues with the faith cannot be simply resolved by repeated visits to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of your letters to me, you told me that you liked me for my big brain. I’m assuming that you like me for my intellectual discourse. Oxymoronic then, that what attracted you to me in the first place is also responsible now for turning you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brain of mine is my blessing. It is also my curse. I just wonder if I were indeed intelligently designed by Him, why didn’t He erase my persistence in reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heartache&lt;br /&gt;Dull sensation in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no all-seeing, all-loving God which keeps us from harm. Atheism is not a recipe for despair. I think the opposite. By disclaiming the idea of a next life, we can take more excitement in this one. The here and now is not something to be endured before eternal bliss or damnation. The here and now is all we have – an inspiration to make the most of it. Atheism is life-affirming, in a way religion can never be.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dawkins, Oxford Professor and Prominent Atheist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-3291219630973027219?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3291219630973027219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=3291219630973027219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3291219630973027219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3291219630973027219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/03/found-this-online-and-thought-itd-be.html' title='Found this online, and thought it&apos;d be food for thought.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-3462553105382157276</id><published>2010-02-26T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:01:43.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day By Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jk5hgGulPzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jk5hgGulPzQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-3462553105382157276?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3462553105382157276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=3462553105382157276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3462553105382157276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3462553105382157276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-by-day.html' title='Day By Day'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-4460162635775362903</id><published>2010-02-16T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:53:49.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPnh2sa4Fek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPnh2sa4Fek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSBC3Ucw51w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSBC3Ucw51w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8576232571345292771-4460162635775362903?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4460162635775362903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=4460162635775362903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4460162635775362903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4460162635775362903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/02/misty.html' title='Misty'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-621470370574510035</id><published>2010-01-15T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:44:19.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles</title><content type='html'>I don't kiss ass. &lt;div&gt;That's bound to get me into some trouble, but i'm really fine with that. It's better than faking smiles and character. And to those who are like grass (goes wherever the stronger wind blows), please do grow some balls, pick a side and stay there. By the way... The weather has been really nice lately.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-621470370574510035?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/621470370574510035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=621470370574510035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/621470370574510035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/621470370574510035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2010/01/principles.html' title='Principles'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-1108077320729490152</id><published>2009-10-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:00:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You're beautiful so silently&lt;br /&gt;It lies beneath a shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;It struck me so violently&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But others pass, the never pause,&lt;br /&gt;To feel that magic in your hand&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a wild rose&lt;br /&gt;They never understand why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you&lt;br /&gt;When the sky cried for you&lt;br /&gt;And when you went&lt;br /&gt;I became a hopeless drifter&lt;br /&gt;But this life was not for you&lt;br /&gt;Though I learned from you,&lt;br /&gt;That beauty need only be a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the sea for a different world,&lt;br /&gt;With your treasure, a secret for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many years they may forget&lt;br /&gt;This love of ours or that we met,&lt;br /&gt;They may not know&lt;br /&gt;how much you meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you&lt;br /&gt;And the sky cried for you,&lt;br /&gt;And when you went&lt;br /&gt;I became a hopeless drifter.&lt;br /&gt;But this life was not for you,&lt;br /&gt;Though I learned from you,&lt;br /&gt;That beauty need only be a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you now I see,&lt;br /&gt;How fragile the world can be&lt;br /&gt;And I know you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart you'll always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you&lt;br /&gt;And the sky cried for you,&lt;br /&gt;And when you went&lt;br /&gt;I became a hopeless drifter.&lt;br /&gt;But this life was not for you,&lt;br /&gt;Though I learned from you,&lt;br /&gt;That beauty need only be a whisper&lt;br /&gt;That beauty need only be a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftZAZWLrWKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftZAZWLrWKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-1108077320729490152?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1108077320729490152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=1108077320729490152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1108077320729490152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1108077320729490152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/10/oure-beautiful-so-silently-it-lies.html' title='I cried for you'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-2626876117118129158</id><published>2009-09-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:10:20.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wishlist. ;)</title><content type='html'>1. A nice home,&lt;div&gt;2. BMW M3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. BMW X6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. BMW K1200R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Good food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-2626876117118129158?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2626876117118129158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=2626876117118129158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2626876117118129158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2626876117118129158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wishlist.html' title='My Wishlist. ;)'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-4717140556672984121</id><published>2009-09-02T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:30:40.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a pain that sleeps inside.</title><content type='html'>It sleeps with just one eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-4717140556672984121?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4717140556672984121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=4717140556672984121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4717140556672984121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4717140556672984121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-pain-that-sleeps-inside.html' title='There&apos;s a pain that sleeps inside.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-3293436749051554810</id><published>2009-07-30T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:51:24.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Blackbird, bye bye....</title><content type='html'>And when it hurts.. Yes it hurts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN6n-7EBFwg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1_3J7yF54c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1_3J7yF54c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-3293436749051554810?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3293436749051554810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=3293436749051554810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3293436749051554810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3293436749051554810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-blackbird-bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye Blackbird, bye bye....'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-9135049472515454439</id><published>2009-05-17T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:35:47.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is stirring.</title><content type='html'>So many things going on in my mind these days, i've bent the rules and broken some strings. Will it be worth it? Am I doing the right thing. Is it all true? If it's not, haha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I better stop saying anything here or else someone's bound to figure out what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laters.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-9135049472515454439?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9135049472515454439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=9135049472515454439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/9135049472515454439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/9135049472515454439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mind-is-stirring.html' title='My mind is stirring.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-6898506032901390402</id><published>2009-04-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:48:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Layers. We all have them.</title><content type='html'>If you don't let me down, I won't let you down. However if you do, I have everything to my advantage to do as I please. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So be careful&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/8576232571345292771-6898506032901390402?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6898506032901390402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=6898506032901390402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6898506032901390402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6898506032901390402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/04/layers-we-all-have-them.html' title='Layers. We all have them.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-8541668432071931121</id><published>2009-04-04T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:10:20.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I'm looking for a way to feel you hold me&lt;br /&gt;To feel your heart beat, just one more time&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching back, trying to touch the moment&lt;br /&gt;Each precious minute that you were mine&lt;br /&gt;How do you prepare,&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone this way,&lt;br /&gt;To let them go a little more each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;The stars we put in place&lt;br /&gt;The dreams we didn't waste&lt;br /&gt;The sorrows we embraced&lt;br /&gt;The world belonged to you and me&lt;br /&gt;The oceans that we crossed&lt;br /&gt;The innocence we've lost&lt;br /&gt;The hurting at the end&lt;br /&gt;I'd go there again&lt;br /&gt;cause it was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days missing you is overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;When it hits me you're not coming back&lt;br /&gt;And in my darkest hours I have wondered&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it, for the time we had?&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts get kind of scattered,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I know is true&lt;br /&gt;I bless the day that I found you, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[musical bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the rules we stepped aside&lt;br /&gt;The fear that we defied&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of the ride&lt;br /&gt;The fire in our hearts that burned&lt;br /&gt;The oceans that we crossed&lt;br /&gt;The innocence we've lost&lt;br /&gt;The hurting at the end&lt;br /&gt;I'd go there again&lt;br /&gt;cause it was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq3FepZk6HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq3FepZk6HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-8541668432071931121?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8541668432071931121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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World..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7lV8Q79Yqk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7lV8Q79Yqk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-4236393715825865494?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4236393715825865494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are so many things i wanna say but i have to keep them to myself... Sighs! What's the use of this blog then! hahahaaaaaa xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Flys away...*&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/8576232571345292771-8500577001595843673?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8500577001595843673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=8500577001595843673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8500577001595843673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8500577001595843673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/03/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-5365456293538248859</id><published>2009-03-22T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:57:04.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>But I wanna be in camp coz... *You know why*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-5365456293538248859?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5365456293538248859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=5365456293538248859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/5365456293538248859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/5365456293538248859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovely-things.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-4527219448583219580</id><published>2009-03-03T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:43:19.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Love Be Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this world of news, I've found nothing new&lt;br /&gt;I've found nothing pure&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth&lt;br /&gt;Could be fact and form&lt;br /&gt;That love could be a verb&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a little misinformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh&lt;br /&gt;Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist&lt;br /&gt;Spinning circles in our sky's tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our stars are unanimously tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down&lt;br /&gt;Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud&lt;br /&gt;Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All of my world hanging on your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin&lt;br /&gt;Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Train the monkeys on my back to fight&lt;br /&gt;Let it start tonight&lt;br /&gt;When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;Falling down like broken satellites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down&lt;br /&gt;Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud&lt;br /&gt;Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your sky's&lt;br /&gt;All that i am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWaXE3pXpQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWaXE3pXpQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-4527219448583219580?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4527219448583219580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=4527219448583219580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4527219448583219580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4527219448583219580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-your-love-be-strong.html' title='Let Your Love Be Strong'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7103180479073216435</id><published>2009-02-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:53:18.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>For not taking him away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7103180479073216435?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7103180479073216435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7103180479073216435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7103180479073216435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7103180479073216435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-8042301597929353551</id><published>2009-02-03T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:57:33.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The four lettered word.</title><content type='html'>It shall resurface soon.. I can feel it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-8042301597929353551?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8042301597929353551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=8042301597929353551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8042301597929353551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8042301597929353551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-lettered-word.html' title='The four lettered word.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-6996821734455555551</id><published>2009-01-14T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:10:18.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;1. Would you forgive your best friend for sleeping with your girl/boyfriend? They won't like each other. If they do, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you on your 17th birthday? With my Mum for lunch and Dad for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there anyone you hate? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How much are you on the phone daily? I recharge my phone once in 3-4 days. That means, very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like the color orange? if it's sweet and comes with chocolate, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you find it in your heart to forgive? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever seen a prostitute? Yes, but I didn't say hi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever seen a real redneck? Yes I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like tattoos and piercings? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What size shoes do you wear? 9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whats your favorite season? I'm fine with any season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you care if people talk smack about you? Nope, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like someone? Not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Does your dad call you a nickname? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you in a good mood? Somewhat.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think people will exist forever? No. I'm hoping that a gigantic meteor wipes out mankind so that the dinosaurs can roam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your sign? Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in luck? Oh yeah... I'm one lucky butt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you rather sky dive or bungee jump? What? you mean try to kill myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like snakes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where is one place you would like to visit? Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like waffles? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Anything you are looking forward to? Yes, many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What clothes are you wearing? Jeans and a Polo T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you watch TRU TV? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Be honest, do you like people in general? I like people. I just don't like what they do to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Big or small dogs? Soft n cute rabbits =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like Big Macs? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Did someone bother you today? Yes , unintentionally &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you think about death? Absolute and inevitable, but i don't want it anywhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sometimes, do you wish you were someone else? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Does someone love you? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you know anyone named Dave? No.. But I know an eatery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Name a friend whose name starts with an M? Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Has anyone ever mistaken you for a family member? Yes, my dad and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Got any nicknames? Dunky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What color is your hair? Dark/light brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like starbucks? Not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you named after anyone? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Say you were given a drug test right now. Would you pass or fail? Pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How tall are you? 179+-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you taller than your mom? Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like the color blue? Yes one of my preferred colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Who was the last person to send you a AIM? Howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Last restaurant you went to? McDonalds! Ok fine, that's fast food. Some Chinese Peking Duck restaurant in Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you order at Outback Steakhouse? A slab of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How do you like your steak cooked? Medium-well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Last voicemail you receive? I thought they stopped using that year ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is the first thing you would do if you won five million dollars? Count it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. How many hours did you sleep last night? 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Any upcoming concerts you want to attend? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-6996821734455555551?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6996821734455555551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=6996821734455555551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6996821734455555551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6996821734455555551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhh.html' title='Uhh...'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-9051767577554546145</id><published>2009-01-13T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:20:45.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Serious Shit.</title><content type='html'>You know what. I just wrote a freaking long post and was about to publish it. But then, when I read it over I realized that i just wrote down my feelings and secrets that I keep oh so dearly to myself. So I deleted it, and started dreaming to the cool breeze that was blowing through my window in this quiet night with some deep beautiful music playing to my ears. Life's good. LG. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-9051767577554546145?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9051767577554546145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=9051767577554546145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/9051767577554546145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/9051767577554546145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-serious-shit.html' title='Random Serious Shit.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-8692418528686048166</id><published>2008-11-23T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:23:50.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPYO friends! Here's about a piece that we'll be playing. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;Dvorak Cello Concerto in B minor, Op. 104, B. 191&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Cello Concertos of Antonin Dvořák and Sir Edward Elgar represent the summit of romantic achievement in the form. The concertante cello found a place in later Baroque repertoire, with solo cello concertos by Vivaldi, Tartini and others, leading to the classical concertos of composers in Mannheim, Vienna and Berlin and the concertos of Haydn and Boccherini. It was not until 1850 that the cello concerto received the attention of major romantic composers, with Robert Schumann's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cello Concerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;of that year. Brahms paired the instrument with the violin in his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Double Concerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; of 1887, but it was Dvořák who in 1895 first provided a concerto in which the solo cello forms an essential part of a full symphonic texture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dvořák wrote his B minor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cello Concerto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;his second attempt at the form, in America during the winter months of his new contract, at the request of his colleague in Prague, the cellist Hanus Wihan. After his return home, Wihan suggested various changes, including additional cadenzas written by himself, but these Dvořák adamantly rejected. The first performance of the concerto took place not in Prague but at the Queen's Hall in London on 19 March 1896, with the English-born cellist Leo Stern, who played the work on subsequent tours. Wihan first performed the concerto in public three years later, although he had in fact been the first to play through the work with the composer in the previous August. In June, after his return from America, the composer had already rewritten the ending of the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The first movement of the concerto opens with an orchestral exposition, the first theme played by the clarinets and restated emphatically by the rest of the orchestra before the appearance of the second theme, introduced by a solo French horn. The solo cello enters with the first theme, subject thereafter to a number of improvisatory variations, before the soloist plays the second subject. In the central development section remoter keys follow, the cello playing the principal theme in a poignantly slower version, and providing an accompaniment to further variations by the wind instruments of the orchestra. The soloist finally ushers in the last section with a repetition of the second theme, an unexpected turn of events. It is, however, the first theme that re-appears to end the movement. The slow movement opens with the principal theme played by the clarinet, accompanied by bassoons and oboes. The theme is then taken up by the solo cello. A middle section, in marked dramatic contrast, makes use of the opening phrase of a song written by Dvořák in 1887. The principal theme appears again, played by three French horns, to be followed by a cello cadenza and a brief coda. The finale of the concerto is in free rondo form, its principal theme finally appearing in its full form when the soloist enters. This theme serves as a link between a series of episodes, rich in variety and in opportunities for the soloist. The extended coda includes a reference to the opening of the first movement, played by the clarinets before the triumphant conclusion of the whole work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-8692418528686048166?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8692418528686048166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=8692418528686048166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8692418528686048166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/8692418528686048166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/11/mpyo-friends-heres-about-piece-that.html' title='MPYO friends! Here&apos;s about a piece that we&apos;ll be playing. =)'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-2926844602426751861</id><published>2008-11-18T03:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:26:57.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smallville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord Of The Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>If only this were all real.</title><content type='html'>So i've watched quite a number of movies, and TV shows. I've decided to put up a few scenes from the shows that i watch that make my heart tingle!! Teehee! =p &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, my all time favorite TV series, Smallville. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wlSztfaYKs&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lana is so beautiful OMGGG!!!! =p Clark too lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zShpuX69ChE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This girl that Clark was kissing is Queen Maxima the Queen Of Fertility from another galaxy that is looking for a suitable mate, and her kiss can make any guy fall for her but it also kills mortal men.. Sounds good eh! =p Damn i need Maxima. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok enough of Smallville haha, here's Lord Of The Rings. I watched this trilogy not less than 7 times each. And yes, I have a life. (If you're gonna say "get a life" haha)  xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAG5vBKmvcA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;And this is when Annakin Skywalker became Darth Vader, from Star Wars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSwy412nttI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSwy412nttI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Ahhhh I love all this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ut this movie made me feel so.. ahh.. This is my type of romance.  Pride and Prejudice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFNgcYN5_jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFNgcYN5_jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-2926844602426751861?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2926844602426751861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=2926844602426751861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2926844602426751861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2926844602426751861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-what-and-why-i-watch-tv.html' title='If only this were all real.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-6724156410352803696</id><published>2008-11-08T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:06:21.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Super-Powered Affair.</title><content type='html'>I need more drama in my life. Everything seems to be so smooth and good. Everything is very smooth and great, in fact. Well.. That doesn't satisfy my lust for adventure. I need something, someone to capture my imagination and completely pawn me. That would be a girl, ofcourse. haha.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, i've been watching two of my 5 favorite TV shows. They are Smallville, Heroes, Nip/Tuck, The O.C and wait.. there are a few more that i love watching but can't think of them now.. Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always awed on how many beautiful Supergirls from other planets, Queens and Princesses of powerful civilizations from other galaxies find themselves "destined" to be Kal-El's(Clark Kent/Superman) soulmate, and would do anything to be with him. They truly believe in him and most of them have waited their entire lives to find the last son of Krypton. (It's the planet Superman came from that was destroyed by civil war). But to my amazement, he's turned down almost ALL of them because of I don't know what the heck is going on in his head! I mean like.. They really REALLY love and want him, but he's just blind! So much for X-Ray vision. What i mean to say is, it's just amazing to have so many beautiful women going after you willing to sacrifice everything and devote themselves to you. lol that's every man's secret inner-dream haha.. Maybe, he has super-girl-resistance but if a a Super powered girl would come to me and grab me and suck the lips out of me, i'd be happy to fly her to my fortress of solitude lol. Anywayyy, that's just my imaginations going wild, as much as i wanna be Superman haha.. To get what i mean, watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Smallville Season 8 Episode 4: Instinct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, and you will know what i mean. Use Megavideo or Tv Shack or something to watch online! That's how i do it.. These days girls just don't see the good in good guys and are getting blinder and blinder, falling for jerks and lying there. I try to help, but i feel like a fool afterwards so.. Yeah i'm no Superman so i'll be Lex Luther then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroes, i follow because of the complex and twisted plot. The characters in the show have abilities that i would say many of us would like to have. For example.. Matt Parkman has the telepathic ability to read minds AND tell people what to do. Imagine going to Subway to get a sandwich and you "tell" the Sandwich Artist(that's what they're called haha) that you want a lot of meat fillings and they'd do it! Or.. tell your classmate to do your homework for you.. OR... Tell your beautiful classmate to.. eh-hem.. Do your extra-curricular projects. haha.. yeah right. Also, what would you do if you could fly? I'd go all around the world right now. Sit on top of the highest mountains and skyscrapers while carrying your lover with you. I always wanted to do that. What a ride it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to reality. Recently my hobby of photography became a part time job for me. Haha.. It's fun! To be paid to play with your toy (i mean camera) and to take nice shots of friends. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today i attended a concert by the Russian faculty in my school, including my teacher Alexander Souptel and OMG it was awesome. I've never gone crazy in a live classical music concert before but that was just amazing. Partially coz the theme of the concert was "From Russia with Love" haha.. The concert hall was full and there was a standing ovation. Amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic i took of a friend of mine, Marcus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SRXCaWYOU_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wqb3BUZplxc/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266329097219232754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't he look superpowered?  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i was Superman.. This world would be different.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-6724156410352803696?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6724156410352803696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=6724156410352803696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6724156410352803696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/6724156410352803696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-powered-affair-anyone.html' title='I Need a Super-Powered Affair.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SRXCaWYOU_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wqb3BUZplxc/s72-c/IMG_1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-5225628329973601261</id><published>2008-10-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:02:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less of this, and a little more of that makes me &gt;</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, so i've not been updating my blog lately, apologies for that if anyone stalks my blog hoping for a new post from me hehe ^.^ Anyway, i've been busy for the past couple of weeks with work related stuff and also having a little fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw something on Facebook that confirmed my change of mind(set) coz it got me all worked up and I really didn't understand why it all happened. It's done, so all I can do i suck it up, and blow harder! Oh yeah that didn't sound right. haha. Just a slight adjustment to make my life much easier and better without worrying about some people regarding troubles that have nothing to do with me. (Because they don't appreciate it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE you don't understand what I just wrote, haha I'm gonna change the topic to something that's easier to digest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past two weeks, we had the Singapore SUN Festival going on and had many many things happening during that period of time. There were students from our sister school, Peabody (US) and also the Guildhall (UK) that came here to play and "play" with us. Yep. We had fun. I'd like to put up some pictures but i don't know if they'll load.. Well.. they're up on my Facebook so you can go find them there if you're interested. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is Jasmine and WenQi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQiosVmNB-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5FhGB26gyrg/s320/IMG_0928_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262641644247517154" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know but the background seems to be just all black or white!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was in the Salsa Club in Clarke Quay's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQitaU7KF1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Ne8telmngE/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262646832387462994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this pic, Jasmine, Katazyna, Jiang Hansong, and Elena Yakovleva. It was a good night! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine &amp;amp; I testing the softness of the walls haha. It was covered with fur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQiyYs09LII/AAAAAAAAAFM/uq-8YuRwHxE/s320/IMG_1149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652302002302082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also met the actor Geoffrey Rush, he was Captain Barbosa from Pirates of the Carribean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQirvJOfS6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/QIa7B6i7_Y4/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262644991001316258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very nice man, was not a diva diva at all! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the orchestra rehearsing in Esplanade's concert hall with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQiyYAzTmqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yFsqPcpBuMU/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652290184223394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tiny pic la.. Can't see much go to my Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be updating in the near future, see you all again! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-5225628329973601261?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5225628329973601261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=5225628329973601261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/5225628329973601261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/5225628329973601261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-less-of-this-and-little-more-of.html' title='A little less of this, and a little more of that makes me &lt;insert characteristics&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SQiosVmNB-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5FhGB26gyrg/s72-c/IMG_0928_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-656681438576792014</id><published>2008-10-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:15:03.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Yep. All the pics and cool stuff are there. Just go to my Facebook. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-656681438576792014?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/656681438576792014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=656681438576792014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/656681438576792014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/656681438576792014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-1227947445069641852</id><published>2008-10-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:53:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Black Camera! All mine!</title><content type='html'>Went for camera hunting with &lt;a href="http://wongwenqi.blogspot.com/"&gt;WenQi&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.. For the past few months now, I've been searching for a camera that would capture my eyes, hands and wallet. And so i found her! (she may become male once in awhile) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone seen the newly released Canon IXUS 980 is? When I set my eyes on her i knew that she was the one.. I wanted her predecessor before this which was the Canon IXUS 960 is but when I went to ask her to be mine, the store keeper said "sorry ah, obsolete already replaced by the Canon 970 is". I saw the 970 model. But I didn't really like it as it didn't look masculine enough. It also doesn't come in black. So I bought this freaking expensive newly released not out in Malaysia yet Canon IXUS 980 is!! With 14.7MEGAPIXELS (OMG) and hot black bod!! =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it digged a RM1600/ 659SGD deep hole in my wallet, haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how she/he looks like: (She makes all those big n bulky SLR's look like toys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SPTcXhBr9mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lSlKOxq2hRg/s320/canon-ixus-980-is.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257068961608758882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SPTcgw7NeMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6ub5JYgqHis/s320/canon-980-is.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069120495384770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SPTct1khBmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dFY5s3ExYKA/s320/ixus-980-is.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069345080673890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pictures of the camera were from an online digital camera magazine as a camera cannot take a picture of itself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some photos that I have managed to snap in between my busy past few days:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. I just realised that the picture file size is too huge to put on Blogger. (averaging on 7MB per picture..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will try though... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-1227947445069641852?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1227947445069641852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=1227947445069641852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1227947445069641852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1227947445069641852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexy-black-camera-all-mine.html' title='Sexy Black Camera! All mine!'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SPTcXhBr9mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lSlKOxq2hRg/s72-c/canon-ixus-980-is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-4084021629433318820</id><published>2008-10-04T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:21:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am.</title><content type='html'>So i've been thinking lately, about lot's of things that I shall not say here.. Or maybe I will.. hehe.. Just being cryptic for the moment. Been busy the past few days, doing my stuff and enjoying things along the way, and so to say. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been trying to go online more often coz i'm addicted to Facebook and now i've got this blog that I leave the playlist playing in my room all the time. So here's what I did in the past week.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SOZb-0JsMLI/AAAAAAAAADs/U48hM4YPej8/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252987150083567794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes that's the front door of my school in the evening and that's my friend Wen Qi having ice-cream after dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for rehearsals and practices.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SOZcn2zF2DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QgkY_ZUxwAg/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252987855168722994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep.. Our concert hall.. Cool eh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SOZiY1iUI6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/bSWTfVT7gxY/s320/n635195695_4355304_6323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252994194201650082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nope this was not taken from my phone camera hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will get a real camera real soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. It's 2am now but tomorrow's a Saturday so i'll get my much needed sleep and go to Orchard Road in the afternoon then to The Esplanade in the evening to watch the Singapore Symphony Orchestra perform! I may take a few pics there, just- for you all to see! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S i just had some pâté and nutella for supper... MMmm... feel like a glutton now.. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-4084021629433318820?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4084021629433318820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=4084021629433318820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4084021629433318820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4084021629433318820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SOZb-0JsMLI/AAAAAAAAADs/U48hM4YPej8/s72-c/Image081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-3052115043551737351</id><published>2008-09-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:13:11.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To that certain someone.</title><content type='html'>If only I could tell you how I feel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's so fragile. So i'm gonna be very gentle and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time i'm gonna make it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-3052115043551737351?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3052115043551737351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=3052115043551737351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3052115043551737351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/3052115043551737351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-that-certain-someone.html' title='To that certain someone.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-4640437144946806367</id><published>2008-09-24T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:13:54.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my shopping list this/next month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Canon Digital IXUS 960 IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LaCie 320GB Rugged All-Terrain Hard Drive w/ Triple Interface (5400 RPM) or          250GB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.    4GB Thumb drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.    New Set of Evah Pirazzi Strings.   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-4640437144946806367?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4640437144946806367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=4640437144946806367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4640437144946806367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/4640437144946806367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-shopping-list-thisnext-month.html' title='On my shopping list this/next month..'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-2937359621674450027</id><published>2008-09-23T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:21:57.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today was very quiet. All my buddies were with their respective girlfriends and boyfriends as we are on a one week break. The rest went home, holiday, etc. So I had a day completely to myself. I think this blog is sort of a way to vent out my feelings and all. haha.. Coz.. up to now i still have not written about a specific topic like for example... Food, or places or what i did today. Maybe because I like to keep it to myself and not shout out to the world wide web. Anyway this week's a holiday for me in NUS. Amazingly, I have not went out yet coz I have lot's of work to do. But the next few days is packed up with activities.. Finally going to East Coast Park for cycling again! (one of the most romantic places to be at night) with a few friends.. On Friday night, that is. Always wanted to bring my date there (nope no one at the moment so shut down those brain cells of yours now haha) coz it's quiet and windy and also cooling there! And we'll rent bicycles or roller blades overnight so that we'll be cycling for hours and miles up and down by the seaside. Did I mention seaside? Yes! Seaside! The last time I went there was with Autumn Girl's (only YST fellas will understand =.=) gang, last year. We climbed up on a big rock by the sea and it was 3am and we were trying to keep our candles and lanterns lit as the sea breeze was blowing hard! We could see Indonesia's Islands from there. haha.. Was thinking of swimming over to get a decent plate of Nasi Padang but then I might have been eaten by jellyfish or sharks on the way. It was quite a fun night. Will be going there this friday again YESSSSSSSSS.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been contemplating on whether to buy or not to buy a digital camera. hmm.. I've been wanting to buy the Canon IXUS 960 or Canon IXUS 970 is. hmm... But the only reason i'd need a digital cam is to capture "memories" haha. The only camera that i have now is in my phone. Well, the previous phone i had was also 2MP's but this one seems lower in quality compared to the Motorola i had before. (I'm using a Nokia now) anyway here's a sample pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkmKYIiwpI/AAAAAAAAACs/2N1TGOacF1U/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249268800395854482" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit i don't know how to rotate it. LOL. and NO NO NO i'm not dating her!! Ughh.. you guys!! Give me a break!! goodness!! the point of this pic is my caricature! Anyway.. This is my studio mate, she came in the room I was practicing in just now in the afternoon and drew a caricature of me under a minute and so i took a photo of it. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. Now that i'm looking into the pics that i've taken with this phone i might as well just upload a few more haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkoQXrBe9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/d_gIjJUENYQ/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271102374509522" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was in my room when everyone came over for a drink the other night. Cheers guys!! (Except for the not so intelligent guy that didn't look at the cam when I told him to. You know what I mean right, Wenqi? haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkrdqhJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eZVbpeHz_0Q/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249274629306580722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was the night when I had a barbeque with the Taiwanese contingent right INFRONT of YST!! Amazing place man! At night.. haha.. Look at the background of the pic (yes turn your head sideways it's good for your neck anyway) you can see the front of the conservatory! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway.. more pictures.. and i still have not found a way to rotate them.. hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkuvPuNkmI/AAAAAAAAADE/6VPe2RDSuaI/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249278229886112354" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken just before I left back to Singapore this year. It was in Marriott's Chinese restaurant... I miss the food back home =/ And i'm hungry now... In the pic is my dad and bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkvz1GmiDI/AAAAAAAAADM/PT3xW7YIp_M/s320/n557320667_1253969_2698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249279408151627826" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was taken yesterday... It's me! See ya guys!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*THE END*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-2937359621674450027?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2937359621674450027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=2937359621674450027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2937359621674450027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2937359621674450027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day-today.html' title='What a day today..'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SNkmKYIiwpI/AAAAAAAAACs/2N1TGOacF1U/s72-c/Image073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-1078588925212460791</id><published>2008-09-21T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:32:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On- The Next Step.</title><content type='html'>Am I about to make the decision? Is it time? Or have I grown two horns on my head to help me decide. It's been long and I think it's time to find my invulnerability spell again. Maybe I'm afraid to entrust someone to have power over me and the ability to dictate my thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's knocking on my door hard and my gates are shaking possibly breaking. I don't know whether to open or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-1078588925212460791?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1078588925212460791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=1078588925212460791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1078588925212460791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/1078588925212460791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/move-on-next-step-finding-seraph.html' title='Move On- The Next Step.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7611148095471254279</id><published>2008-09-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:38:24.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rose'/><title type='text'>And now,</title><content type='html'>Life is good, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by good people but I feel strange coz i'm the only string player, the rest are all winds! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy for the past few nights, so I didn't really go online and chat with the ones that are not near, well actually i was totally pawned by alcohol two nights ago (no i'm not an alcoholic). It was a post-Howard's surprise birthday party. Started drinking then I talked cock and knocked out in Kelly's place and apparently it took 4 strong guys and two dainty girls to carry my fat ass (or stomach) back to my room (about 10 of us were there yeah). When I woke up the next morning, I saw my toe (which was bandaged and looked like it bled a whole lot), hurt like crap and I completely could not recall how my toe bled so much! Well.. it seems that while "transporting" the deep-sleep-ed me back to my room they realised that my toe was oozing blood. I probably stepped on it or kicked something while in dreamland. Anyway enough about that, haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, they actually took care of me while i was tranquilized! I can't believe they actually cleaned my wound and bandaged it! Howard even stayed in my room to make sure I didn't try to jump out the window to get some fresh air. HAHA.. kidding about that. Well most of them were sleepy the next day but i was fine coz i think i had the most sleep haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the alcohol made me realize how tired i was and how much i needed the sleep up until a point that "someone" slapped me on the face to wake me up (or just for the joy of being able to slap Duncan) haha.. Yeah. But I really felt refreshed the next day (not morning) and was seeing clearer than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's okay to let lose sometimes *quotes Ah Boon * and let my guard down to get some rest (knowing that your friends are there to play tricks on you).. Well now my guard is back up and i'm once again a hardass. hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7611148095471254279?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7611148095471254279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7611148095471254279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7611148095471254279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7611148095471254279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-now.html' title='And now,'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7772520722012268202</id><published>2008-09-10T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:53:30.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth At Night.</title><content type='html'>I've been imagining things.. It's like i'm hugging someone to sleep but then I wake up it's cold and my arms are blood-less I can't feel them coz I slept on them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY at least I tried to update my blog okayyy... Yay I finally posted something.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7772520722012268202?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7772520722012268202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7772520722012268202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7772520722012268202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7772520722012268202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna-go-to-bed-alone.html' title='Warmth At Night.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-7944189939746524000</id><published>2008-09-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:31:41.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED.</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to start blogging "occasionally"! Well i'm just gonna put up a picture of me for now.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SMPlNTc3BFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wbLPw_PhR0k/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SMPlNTc3BFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wbLPw_PhR0k/s400/IMG_0810.JPG_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243286407911769170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-7944189939746524000?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7944189939746524000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=7944189939746524000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7944189939746524000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/7944189939746524000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/updated.html' title='UPDATED.'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4g7MAUlmcGc/SMPlNTc3BFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wbLPw_PhR0k/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8576232571345292771.post-2762641979973995162</id><published>2007-08-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:52:45.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Duncan does not update his blog...</title><content type='html'>Because i choose to? Hmm... when i'm free.. i mean really free and bored of being free i'll blog... HEHE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8576232571345292771-2762641979973995162?l=duncanyeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2762641979973995162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8576232571345292771&amp;postID=2762641979973995162' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2762641979973995162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8576232571345292771/posts/default/2762641979973995162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duncanyeow.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-duncan-does-not-update-his-blog.html' title='Why Duncan does not update his blog...'/><author><name>Dunky</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
