<?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-6032096</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:41:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk alone</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the life I chose and I am going to live it to the fullest with no regrets.. Even the journey may be tough and filled with obstacles, I will brave these challenges and overcome them. One Life, live it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-8530561199753563253</id><published>2008-01-08T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:55:15.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, its my 21st birthday... finally. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! I want to take this chance to clarify with all those who attended my bday party that my actual birthday is on the 8 January and not 5 Jan. Its just that I had the party earlier on a Saturday so everybody could make it.Orh well, I must say this year's birthday somehow feels a little more different than previous years. In previous years, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8530561199753563253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8530561199753563253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8530561199753563253' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-670401090383304490</id><published>2008-01-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:22:15.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First blog entry of the year. It just dawned on me that I have been keeping up with this blog for over 4 years alr, and it is going into its 5th. Well, as many can tell, I have not been consistently updating the blog because I don't know what to say beside tell of my daily monotonous routines. But I guess I like it the way it is, cause I don't make a point to update it everyday, instead I pen in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/670401090383304490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/670401090383304490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#670401090383304490' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-4158860222794185624</id><published>2007-12-27T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:20:12.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know how people will always end their blog entry every year with a summary or resolution for the incoming year. Well, here is another one to the millions of new year resolutions that are flying everywhere online.This year has been a pretty weird year. Especially towards the end. Of course I will not need to explain what happened the first half of the year, its just SAF Bands and more SAF </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4158860222794185624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4158860222794185624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4158860222794185624' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-2121764020433063862</id><published>2007-11-21T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T03:17:41.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright... here I go, I am blogging from the airport cause that is where i hang out these days due to my work. I can't say that I am enjoying my work especially after the whole sms-fiasco with my manager this morning. Long story, hard to explain, just know that it was unpleasant. I have no freaking idea what about my message provoked her. Maybe she was just having a bad day, or so I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2121764020433063862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2121764020433063862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2121764020433063862' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-4097137475360686999</id><published>2007-10-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:18:20.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 Oct - 3 more days till ORD and I can't wait. It is so near I could almost taste it. This freedom that was taken from me a year ago is finally returning, and I am so excited over it I can't stop thinking about it.Well, having said that, the past one year or so has been very meaningful and memorable. All the good and bad times spent in SAF Bands, I have not regret a moment of it. Its always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4097137475360686999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4097137475360686999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4097137475360686999' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-5610492875706985213</id><published>2007-10-03T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:11:12.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And by the way did I mentioned I bought a new ipod shuffle on yahoo auction at a shockingly disgusting price of $30.. its like cheap Cheap CHeap CHEap CHEAP!@!@ This is probably one of the best 'giam peng' deals I have gotten in a long while. (Happy?!) Retailed at $138 for 1gb, mine cost me close to 4 times less and the condition I must say is pretty acceptable, well actually very good. I must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/5610492875706985213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/5610492875706985213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5610492875706985213' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-1628746431053109994</id><published>2007-10-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:07:16.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With less than a month left to ORD, I am desperately preparing myself for civilian lifestyle, excited at the same time lost as to what and how I will be spending my time on. There are so many things that I want to do after I ord but I just can't get my hands on which I want to do. From taking up courses related to my future course of study in university, picking up a full-time job to learning a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/1628746431053109994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/1628746431053109994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1628746431053109994' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-3732430954959746809</id><published>2007-08-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:03:59.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sigh - was what i sent to everyone after my driving test today. So you can imagine what the outcome is. Joel even asked whether it was one of my 'gotcha moments'. I wish it was. I won't say that I am very sad that I did not pass it on my first attempt. But just a little disappointed as I was hoping to do a lot of things with that new licence. But now looks like I have to wait a little while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/3732430954959746809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/3732430954959746809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3732430954959746809' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-4522838401323730677</id><published>2007-08-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:53:25.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am trying to figure out my stupid azureus and all that firewall nonsense. All the technical terms are getting to me now after trying to digest what I could possibly do to help my azureus. Still there is no improvement, I need help with it. HELP!! I guess I should try to get some sleep and rest soon and prepare myself for tomorrow's driving test. I have been waiting for this day ever since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4522838401323730677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4522838401323730677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4522838401323730677' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-5775243263875168732</id><published>2007-08-08T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:04:56.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know this may be a little too late, okay way too late to blog anything about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but what the heck, this is my blog and i decide what i want to say. I like the book, beyond the plot loopholes and conveniences. I mean after all it is still a children fiction, you can't expect complex twists and overly-malicious killing of the characters, even though I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/5775243263875168732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/5775243263875168732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5775243263875168732' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-3738963114993170472</id><published>2007-07-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:43:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In another 7 - 8 hours time will be the official launch of J.K.Rowling's final instalment of the Harry Potter series. I have placed an order with SingPost and they will be delivering the book to my doorstep tomorrow. I hope they do it early so that I can get my hands on the book and plunged myself into the world of magic. The anticipation is killing me (I believe it is the same for harry potter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/3738963114993170472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/3738963114993170472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3738963114993170472' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-8644283786326637950</id><published>2007-07-05T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:04:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, I just booked 10 tickets to Harry Potter &amp; the Order of the Phoenix and I can't wait to watch it immediately. Even though it neither the sneaks or the first day, its on the second day which happens to be a friday so means nights out, partying, staying out late. Haha. Seriously, the anticipation and excitement is killing me. Everyone claims (well actually only the actors themselves) claims it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8644283786326637950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8644283786326637950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8644283786326637950' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-2242751549527684961</id><published>2007-07-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:35:30.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We stood there waiting patiently for the multi-talented artist to make her appearance. There were screams everytime we saw a pair of legs dressed in white underneath the curtain running across the stage. Well, we all assumed it was Christina Aguilera. At 830pm or so, the lights dimmed and the musical extravaganza began. Christina kicked off the concert "Ain't No Other Man" which sent the crowd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2242751549527684961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2242751549527684961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2242751549527684961' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_x6m0dlLeodo/Roknt4O4MRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sCPWA31OAcc/s72-c/edited2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-289807823494748301</id><published>2007-06-22T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:35:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's my off day. I was supposed to go out with Sunil to get something but turns out he was not free to do so. Well, after gym in the morning with melvin, I was left with nothing to do except to rot at home and listen to music. At the gym we met wei hong (an ex classmate), who hasn't really change much from the last time I saw him (I can't remember when). But I suppose he is doing well in army,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/289807823494748301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/289807823494748301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#289807823494748301' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-8334189527556938564</id><published>2007-06-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:39:35.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>09 JunThe day after OCS commissioning parade (I'm not the one commissioning, duh), the group of us from SAF band wanted to celebrate Dean and FuQuan's birthday and we decided to crash the 'unusual' clubs all in the name of fun. At first, excited at what we might see and encounter there, it soon turned into anxiety as we approached the street full of these clubs and bars. It was after seeing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8334189527556938564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8334189527556938564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8334189527556938564' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-2597541144957175651</id><published>2007-06-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:46:02.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The start of june marks a beginning of a very intense period. My reason for saying so, OCS commissioning parade, SAF Day (40th anniversary, gonna be a huge affair with lots of rehearsals). One comforting thing to know is that at least we're not involved in NDP. Otherwise, kill me. I am barely surviving the early fall ins, scorching sun, cracked lips, sarcasm and criticisms. And to top it all up, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2597541144957175651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2597541144957175651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2597541144957175651' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-987700865185135060</id><published>2007-05-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:49:29.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New skin.. how cool is that.. Vintage feel. I have been working on the skin for a while but I haven't had the chance to publish it as Blogger's domain or perhaps my computer had a little problem and I could not access the template. But now that the problem has been fixed, here I am, updating the blog, putting up a new look. Its cool.The things that have kept me going these days are daily dosages </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/987700865185135060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/987700865185135060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#987700865185135060' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-2647555650856867247</id><published>2007-05-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:05:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all, I just want to congratulate Meridian Junior College and Ms Sia on their splendid performance at the Singapore Conference Hall today at the SYF Central Judging 2007. Despite going through a rough end to their choice piece, Orient Express, Meridian emerged with a "Gold" award which was comforting and assuring. Looks like the "derailed" train, as commented by some people, did anot pose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2647555650856867247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/2647555650856867247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2647555650856867247' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-1145205827621524889</id><published>2007-05-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:14:42.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People and their judgementNo matter how good a person may be, how perfect his character and personality may be, he is susceptible to judgement from people. People pass comments as though they are taking a breath, never realising how hurtful their words are especially when said or made known to the person of the topic. That is when casual conversations and jokes get a little overboard. It sucks to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/1145205827621524889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/1145205827621524889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1145205827621524889' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-8344875492140570333</id><published>2007-05-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:55:08.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 May, the second day of yet another new month. When I look back at my last entry, it gave me a shock that it has been two long months since i lasted updated this blog. Well, I can't deny the fact that I have been lazy and has slackened off in terms of my commitment to keep this blog going. I guess a lot of it has to do with a lack of content to put up. Maybe? I say this because just yesterday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8344875492140570333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/8344875492140570333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8344875492140570333' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-4796380980176961298</id><published>2007-03-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:50:44.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darn, my computer has been giving me problems lately, by restarting itself everywhere now and then. This happened right after i installed a new AVG edition and Webroot spyware sweeper. I have yet to figure out the cause of the problem but i guess the safest for me would be to back up my files immediately. But that will have to wait till the weekend after I purchase my harddisk. Anyone who would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4796380980176961298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/4796380980176961298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4796380980176961298' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-117164504816465180</id><published>2007-02-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:57:28.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first of all.. sorry that I have not been updating my blog as regularly as I would love to, and that is because one, I'm too busy with my daily chores and hence too tired to pen it onto this website. Two, I am very irritated with my blog and computer for not turning out the way i want it. I guess I must have missed out some parts of Dreamweaver which i failed to master hence the outcome. Three, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/117164504816465180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/117164504816465180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117164504816465180' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116827061216830740</id><published>2007-01-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:36:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes.. 20 years ago, on this very day, i was borned. I am always very excited and exceptionally cheerful on this day every year. It feels so special that there is a day dedicated to you and that is your birthday. And thinking about it, last year on this very day I was in Tekong, lying on my bed, quietly wishing myself happy birthday and receiving messages from friends. So sad uh. And this year, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116827061216830740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116827061216830740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116827061216830740' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116766132640414484</id><published>2007-01-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:29:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last two weeks before the new year had been a meaningful one for me. Thankfully for SAF bands and my numerous uncleared off days and leaves, I was able to enjoy a long break and recharge for the new year ahead. So meaningful in what ways, a lot of people might ask. I guess it was the people whom i have met up with and spent some time together. A lot of people may think having not seen your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116766132640414484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116766132640414484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116766132640414484' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116643384512315611</id><published>2006-12-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:26:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18 Dec - This amazing woman was borned. The one who shower love and care for her love ones. The one who makes so many sacrifices for the family. The one who gives nothing but her heart to look after me. The one who brought me up the way I ought to be and prevented me from being led astray. The one who provides me with everything and gives in to whatever I asked for. The one whom I am grateful and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116643384512315611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116643384512315611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116643384512315611' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116593872719426114</id><published>2006-12-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:00:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Groundless ACCUSATIONS. IMMATURE thinking. ILLOGICAL argument.makes me wonder why some people bother to explain themselves. Everything that I have or is awarded to me is hard-earned and definitely well-deserved. I need no one else to come and judge my efforts nor tell me what is right. Worse still, behind my back. Well let's just say instead of judging others, maybe it would do some good to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116593872719426114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116593872719426114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116593872719426114' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116551538259648708</id><published>2006-12-08T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:31:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fights, bickering, backstabbing, gossiping, sarcasm are some destructive words that can break the relationships forged between people if they are put into action. Sadly, these words, so harmless as they may seem, are put in action every minute in an attempt to destroy each beautiful day that we are given.It still puzzles me as to why people want to pick a fight with one another. Do they enjoy it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116551538259648708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116551538259648708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116551538259648708' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116507836435970082</id><published>2006-12-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:00:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This picture was taken on 5 May 2005, the actual day of SYF competition. I believe this is the instrument store in Meridian Junior College. In the blink of the eye, we are already coming to the end of the year 2006. What a fast-paced year come to think about it.Anyway I was with Eugene at the newly opened Tampines IKEA today. Well this outlet isn't very much different from the one you will find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116507836435970082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116507836435970082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116507836435970082' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116481515774113767</id><published>2006-11-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:47:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Group shot at Soeul Garden: SAF Band B makan session (22 Nov 2006)Meridians in SAF Band B.. With our Director of Music, LTA Tan.. sporty isn't he.. he's a nice and funny guy..SAF Bands Training Wing: Batch 67 rocks.. Bowling after our buffet.. First timer causing a stir (child prodigy Sunil, Bomberman Yi Ming)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116481515774113767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116481515774113767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116481515774113767' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116378487377004740</id><published>2006-11-18T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:34:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-FRIENDS- a message to allFriends are  - those who keep you company when you are bored                      - whom you have fun with cause there is none alone                      - an ego-boosting display for a popularity contest                      - channels where we can showoff our knowledge and superiority                      - individuals whom you hold no responsibilities to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116378487377004740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116378487377004740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116378487377004740' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116374091645651737</id><published>2006-11-17T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:27:03.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Fish &amp; Co with SAF band mates (12 Nov 06) Sentosa Outing with my buddies (11Nov'06) Genting Trip With Family (27-29 OCt06)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116374091645651737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116374091645651737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116374091645651737' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116344348884983192</id><published>2006-11-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:50:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warning: plot spoiler for desperate housewives fans (Season 3 Episode 7) *read at your own risk..."We can't prevent what we can't predict." was a line quoted from the latest episode of desperate housewives season 3 (S3E07). I believe many, and so do I, will feel strongly that this has got to be the best episode that has ever been screened in the entire series of desperate housewives.Every episode</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116344348884983192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116344348884983192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116344348884983192' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116256938665402691</id><published>2006-11-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:13:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet another day spent playing music, joking around in SAF bands. I'm pretty glad we sounded alright, actually good, today as it has been pretty long since we last sounded decent and we have been getting a lot of stress from our management. So thankfully for today, it left the management with little to grumble about. The rest of the afternoon was just slack day so I went swimming with wee kiat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116256938665402691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116256938665402691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116256938665402691' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-116118253701495809</id><published>2006-10-18T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:42:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing UpTonight is a very special night as it left me with mixed feelings of nostalgia and sentimentality. The reason I say so is because I chanced upon some old friends of mine which I have been wanting to meet for a long time. A short 2 hour conversation with them has left me with a lot of thoughts about my friendship with these people and how our lives have changed over a short course of 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116118253701495809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/116118253701495809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116118253701495809' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-115071507675000882</id><published>2006-06-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:04:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what latest gadget I've acquired lately?? its an Ipod video!! Let me tell you how amazing this device is. It plays music, photos and best of all videos, keeping me company when I'm outside. I must say it is way better than the Creative Zen Micro which i had. Though fulfilling similar functions, apple mp3 players seem to give another form satisfaction in terms of style. It sleek and classy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/115071507675000882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/115071507675000882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115071507675000882' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-114856554067134071</id><published>2006-05-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:59:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As one gets older, perspectives tend to change, thoughts may have matured and many go on to find out the true "meaning" of life. But what is the true "meaning" of life? It varies with every individual depending on what your aspirations are. Some may find that their life is full of goals and purpose while others get lost and caught up with distractions that he stops and questions his existence. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114856554067134071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114856554067134071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114856554067134071' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-114796032818129534</id><published>2006-05-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:52:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's another feeble attempt at updating this blog of mine. I have been so busy.. more like I'm lazy, to update this blog that it has been stuck permanantly at on e entry for a long long time. But then again, what's the point of updating when there is nothing much to talk about. And even when there is something to talk about, it is not necessary that I can speak freely. God knows who reads my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114796032818129534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114796032818129534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114796032818129534' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-114633214028166173</id><published>2006-04-30T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:18:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. so what have I been up to these days that I barely have time to update this blog of mine?? haha.. basically i am taking my driving lesson.. will be taking the basic theory test coming next month. I should be getting the 10 years series for driving test soon, can you believe it, there is a 10 years series for this.. weird..what else am I busy with.. Meridian Alumni band.. anyway there is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114633214028166173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114633214028166173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114633214028166173' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-114457396093210887</id><published>2006-04-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:12:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been one month since i lasted updated this blog.. I'm very sorry for the delay.. just that I don't really have the time and energy to blog about anything. Life after BMT has been amazing before there is a two week block leave which I entirely spent playing and having fun. Then 20 Mar came and my posting results were out, and guess what I got into SAF band. I cannot feel happier than this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114457396093210887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114457396093210887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114457396093210887' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-114184359482921632</id><published>2006-03-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:51:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many things have happened within these two months or so that it seems bizarre when I come to think of it. First there was my enlistment day which remains intact in my memory. Then came along the tough training throughout the whole of BMT. Just a week ago I collected my A level results. And now I have already 'graduated' from BMT and waiting for my posting to see which unit I'm heading next. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114184359482921632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/114184359482921632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114184359482921632' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113973029548517700</id><published>2006-02-12T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:00:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me see.. It has been long since I last blogged. I apologise for the inability to update the events happening due my commitment to serving the nation's cause (like whatever la..) Anyway I've been at camp these days, stranded on this island off the northern coast of Singapore, where there is nothing but trees, green, shouting, botaks and so on. It is definitely a once in a lifetime experience I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113973029548517700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113973029548517700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113973029548517700' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113686448372016629</id><published>2006-01-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:42:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looks like I don't have to wait till 2 weeks after all to write my next post. Let me explain. Today is a public holiday and I got a chance to book out early instead of being confined for 2 weeks. And I am so greatful for that. Haha. I booked out yesterday at 8 something and will book in today at 8pm. But nonetheless being able to relive civilian life (so they call it) is such a wonderful and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113686448372016629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113686448372016629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113686448372016629' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113638484903031792</id><published>2006-01-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:00:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Msg To Everyone...well well, 5 Jan is finally approaching. In another less than 12 hours time, I'll be starting my new journey. I'm feeling very very nervous and apprehensive now. I should think that is normal, since the instruction booklet says its normal as well. There is nothing on my mind right now, it is blank and I am very uncertain of my feelings. But I shall try to finish up this entry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113638484903031792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113638484903031792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113638484903031792' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113626488595551829</id><published>2006-01-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:08:06.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was my outing with my last group of friends - the Pre U seminar people. It was after one year that we got to meet up and it was really special. But it was a pity in the sense that only three other pre-u sem members turned up. And they were Adeline, Jeremy and Teck Soon. The rest somehow couldn't make it. We had dinner at Sizzler at had lots to chat over. I was very very amused at how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113626488595551829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113626488595551829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113626488595551829' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113613824753928517</id><published>2006-01-02T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:09:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Year Resolutions.It is to have a safe and fruitful time inside army. get good results for A Levels (I'm praying very hard)that my parents are well and healthy while I'm awaythat my friends are getting along well with life and probably missing me even in my absence or they are busythe world be a better place.Alright, that's about it for the year 2006. I am a little greedy but those are what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113613824753928517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113613824753928517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113613824753928517' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113591857537722942</id><published>2005-12-30T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:56:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been out these few days and sometimes I am not even home to sleep. For example, two days ago, I just had BBQ with the band people at East Coast and it was cool because all of us got to hang around and have fun. We also managed to set up a really strong fire which aided the BBQ. Everything went well and we camped overnight over there. The whole experience was good but tiring and I woke up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113591857537722942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113591857537722942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113591857537722942' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113561857730158860</id><published>2005-12-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:36:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm screwed. have been spending money like nobody's business. I feel kind of guilty because I am not spending my own money but my parent's and it feels as though I am such a spoilt brat. Even though they do not say anything but I feel bad. Yet I can't help it because I have only 10 days before I bid goodbye to freedom.Currently, I am feeling the pressure of it all weighing on me. Having read/ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113561857730158860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113561857730158860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561857730158860' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113549318608966120</id><published>2005-12-25T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:46:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve. this is a special day where people come out for gathering and have fun as they welcome the arrival of Christmas day itself. As for me, I was fortunate to be able to spend this Christmas eve with someone whom I've never seen for quite some time. It may have been a short period of time we have not seen each other face to face but a lot had happened and it was definitely cool to meet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113549318608966120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113549318608966120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113549318608966120' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113523375356401883</id><published>2005-12-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:42:33.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few weeks have been amazing. I have never been so kept occupied in my life. it is one event after another. chalets, prom night, going overseas (band competition at Genting, visiting Japan), BBQs and so on. I am just so glad there are things keeping my occupied after the exams and I can say I truly enjoy these post-exam activities.first of all, there was prom night which was cool because you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113523375356401883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113523375356401883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523375356401883' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113369049681082038</id><published>2005-12-04T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:01:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its an hour more to go before prom. I'm all dressed up and ready to go.. All this while preparing for prom. splurging money like turning on the tap. Sigh. Kinda guilty. But I hope it will be cool tonight. Think it will be fun seeing everyone dress their best and gather for the last time before we move on with our individual stuff. it is barely two weeks after a levels and it just feels so long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113369049681082038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113369049681082038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113369049681082038' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113284669433036516</id><published>2005-11-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:38:14.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay.. I cannot begin to describe how relief, glad, thankful that this shit is all over. Two years of intense studying, no time to even feel comfortable or at ease. and now it is all over. I just want to enjoy the rest of the year before any other plans installed for me. Oh gosh. looking back, it seems as though all this was a dream and I am so glad to have woken up from this dream. I wouldn't say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113284669433036516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113284669433036516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113284669433036516' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-113034301982557325</id><published>2005-10-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:10:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhhhh... two more weeks to exams. Gosh. time flies. When I look back, it seems like yesterday I received my o level results. and now I am sitting for another major exam. Gosh. I hate this feeling. damn nervous, scared. Half of me wants it to be over soon but another half is dreading as each day passes. Sigh. I am going to press on for this final lap. At least I take comfort thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113034301982557325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/113034301982557325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034301982557325' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112825117948523557</id><published>2005-10-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:08:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taken on Friday, 30 Sep 2005. Gathering with ex-Metro colleagues. (from left) Yuki, Pei Shi, Me, Deren, AlexPictures taken on 25 Oct 2005. Gathering with Andy, Janice and Evelyn. Went to look for Melvin in CD Rama.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112825117948523557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112825117948523557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112825117948523557' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112824929825641193</id><published>2005-10-02T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:34:58.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first week of school. Prelims results are almost all back. Some were better than i expected while others are quite disappointing. For me, if Literature can hit a C grade then I will get a CCO. Sigh. GP was exceptionally shocking because I have never gotten a 35.5 for my paper 2. I saw 5 and a half and I was like shit it is gonig to be a passing 25.5. but I was wrong. That made my day. Paper 1 was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112824929825641193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112824929825641193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112824929825641193' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112749468759608195</id><published>2005-09-24T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:02:10.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to Creative headquarters with Joel today.. Wa. Let me tell you how angry I am with them. I travel all the way there from Hougang and they tell me they cannot do anything about it.First of all, how was I to know that my headphones are shorter than others when i first bought it? Even after I check it, it is not as though I have the time to go down to change it. Bloody hell, they refuse to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112749468759608195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112749468759608195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112749468759608195' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112688677360670435</id><published>2005-09-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:06:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh great. end of the first week of intense exams. guess how many essays I wrote within this short span of 3 days? 10 ESSAYS!! 10 freaking essays. who writes 10 freaking essays within 3 days. and with timing. that is crazy. hmm.. sometimes I look at myself and I am in awe. I often ask myself, how the hell do you bring yourself to write so many essays? so many things to talk about? I think I must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112688677360670435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112688677360670435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688677360670435' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112644791029001315</id><published>2005-09-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:11:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see.. I'm here to talk about my studies again. Guess what? I stayed at the Mac at Hougang Green last night to mug. I was quite productive the the first few hours. then as it got later, my mind started to drift. But fortunately, I managed to read through and memorise some things from the notes. So I guess it was not so unproductive after all.I will never recommend mugging overnight. It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112644791029001315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112644791029001315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644791029001315' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112547540887678728</id><published>2005-08-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:03:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing to blog about. I'm stress. I'm dying. I'm studying. I'm.. mugging.. mugging.. mugging. Study rocks. I've been so busy studying I can't even be bothered what's happening around me.  Guess I can only study if I am left alone.. Prelims on the way. So is A Levels. So is NS. So is the world of adulthood. Sigh. The sudden acceleration of my life frightens me but I can't slow it down. It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112547540887678728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112547540887678728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112547540887678728' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112419004384055151</id><published>2005-08-16T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:00:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me see.. when was the last time I updated this blog.. 6 Aug.. wow. seems like yesterday. and what is the date today, 16 Aug'2005. I must really say time flies. like nobody's business. To quote something from the school's favourite HOD, who also received some teachers award on national day, Ms Wong, "Time waits for no men, and also no women". Interesting uh. I still have tonnes of inspiring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112419004384055151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112419004384055151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112419004384055151' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112329540644364464</id><published>2005-08-06T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:30:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, finally the 5 day holiday that I have been looking forward to is here. this is a good time for me to regenerate myself for what is to come. although studying is inevitable this week but there must still be time for other things like, have fun. I guess my revision is doing well, so far so good.Prelims in in another 30 something days time, A levels will soon follow after that, less than 40 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112329540644364464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112329540644364464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112329540644364464' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112210688220383320</id><published>2005-07-23T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:21:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here I am wondering off from work to blog.This entire week, I am just so busy with school work that there is barely time for anything else. I am so glad I went for the class chalet yesterday, tiring but it was fun. At least I could get my mind off work for one night. Thursday during PCCG period, Ms Lai delivered a speech that totally freaked me out. i must say that she is an amazingly convincing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112210688220383320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112210688220383320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112210688220383320' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112140982430143823</id><published>2005-07-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:43:44.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been feeling quite weird these days. Hmm, i wonder what is wrong with me? it seems as though I am sitting on this emotional rollercoaster. going up and down till i start to wonder what I am feeling now. On the way home today, I talked to Khairah. She is one of my classmates whom I can really joke around and talk about serious stuff with. It is always fun to talk to her. I think she feels very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112140982430143823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112140982430143823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112140982430143823' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112131247289342391</id><published>2005-07-14T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T11:41:12.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so sick of school. It is a disgusting place to be in. I wish I can go home right now but I can't because I have to stay for another 2 million more tutorials and lectures. Darn. I just managed to finish my history tutorial which i will be presenting later. I think it is shit. And I am so screwed. I hate myself for being so stupid. I think I am probably going to get DOO or EOO for Mid-years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112131247289342391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112131247289342391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112131247289342391' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112108985058095148</id><published>2005-07-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:50:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing much to blog about.. Just that I've finally watched War Of The Worlds. That movie is awesome. worth catching. Personally I didn't find the ending lame or "wtf". I thought it put a simple and logical conclusion to the movie. How else could the movie have ended?? It was quite anti-climax but it was smart that Steven Spielberg put an end to the movie before it dragged on and become a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112108985058095148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112108985058095148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112108985058095148' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112089805147472222</id><published>2005-07-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T16:34:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god.. Fuck man.. damn it,.. I almost finished my blog entry and the computer restarted by itself. I am so pissed now... argh.. darn.As i was saying. I think I am losing my determination to carry on blogging. First, there seems to be no one reading this blog. Second, I am so sick of the things I say, studies. third, I am lazy. Now I have a new reason. That my fucking computer restarts itself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112089805147472222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112089805147472222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112089805147472222' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112074503997596036</id><published>2005-07-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:03:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This entire week is the post-mortem for mid years. So far I have gotten some papers back. just here and there. Not all papers are returned in full set. Anyway I am not looking forward to getting any papers anymore. It seems like all the work over the holidays has not deem any recognition nor is it reflective in the marks.I am beginning to wonder again. I don't know how long I can hold on further.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112074503997596036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112074503997596036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112074503997596036' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112049172607364729</id><published>2005-07-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:42:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it is not the number of people you hang out with but who you actually hang out with that matters most. And it is not up to us to judge a person's character based on what our instincts and experiences are when we are with them. Because it is unfair to them if we do not tell them about it and expect them to understand how we feel about them. I guess you've gotta learn to work and live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112049172607364729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112049172607364729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112049172607364729' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112040388332177808</id><published>2005-07-03T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:18:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to cycle with Justin today, we cycled from hougang stadium to punggol end. I had to lead the way because i knew where we were going and by the time we really reached the end. Justin was half dead already and he had blue black on his leg as he bumped over something. HahaThere were many families at the beach all enjoying their family day, i guess. And so we rest for a while before Justin had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112040388332177808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112040388332177808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040388332177808' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112032608099073404</id><published>2005-07-03T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:41:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Food for Thought for me to share..By Henry NeilsSo how do you know if you, a loved one, or someone who reports to you is suffering from burnout? Here are the early warning signs.-Chronic fatigue - exhaustion, tiredness, a sense of being physically run down-Anger at those making demands-Self-criticism for putting up with the demands-Cynicism, negativity, and irritability-A sense of being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112032608099073404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112032608099073404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032608099073404' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112028165196494471</id><published>2005-07-02T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T13:20:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boy am I glad the exams are over.. It is such a relief and I have never been as relaxed as this since after the block tests. It is always after the exams that you can release your pent up energy and let yourself take a break, hopefully with a nice and warm dip in the pool. with nice weather and nice scenario and a cup of fruit punch. I guess after all JC students are humans and need to rest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112028165196494471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112028165196494471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112028165196494471' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112018487018172616</id><published>2005-07-01T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:27:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what even before our papers are officially over, I went out with my classmates shopping yesterday. Kind of inappropriate but who cares. So there was only Joel and I and a bunch of girls. So it was more like half the time they were off to Mango or some shop looking at girly girly stuff while Joel and I walked around like two idiots. Anyway Joel and I went to a couple of shops and found some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112018487018172616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112018487018172616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112018487018172616' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-112004698173820240</id><published>2005-06-29T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:09:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooray.. today marks the end of the major papers that I have to sit through.. the only paper left would be economics paper 1.. which are basically MCQs. Hopefully there isn't much of a problem.Today's economics paper 3 was relatively straight-forward, I don't know whether i could score with the essays I've written. Hopefully I have sufficiently answered the question and deserving of some marks.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112004698173820240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/112004698173820240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112004698173820240' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111989040616641358</id><published>2005-06-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:40:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing much to blog about because it is the exam period. thank goodness there is no paper tomorrow. The next few papers are in wednesday and Friday and I am free after that.. Yay. I have no idea how I managed to survive the 7 freaking essays today. surprisingly my fingers did not hurt as much as they did the last time. Guess it was the pen and the finger bands. Shan't comment on the papers.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111989040616641358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111989040616641358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989040616641358' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111976720953637388</id><published>2005-06-26T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:26:49.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess I won't have time to blog tonight so I might as well do it now.. I will be busy trying to recall all that I can from mylecture notes, textbooks and you name it. While watching Spider-Man. Heeh. I can't afford to miss any movies espcially if it is an exciting movie. I am a TV freak. There is no one day without TV for me.As I was studying just now, I caught glimpses of the repeat telecast of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111976720953637388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111976720953637388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976720953637388' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111971952553134336</id><published>2005-06-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:12:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so proud of my new blog skin. the first time I saw it, I felt this connection and I knew this was the blog skin I am going to have. for quite some time at least. It took me close to an hour to get the thing to be in a presentable format. I feel that this is a new beginning as after tomorrow, I will be officially entering the next phase of my JC life. It is going to be intense and difficult, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111971952553134336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111971952553134336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111971952553134336' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111967836650829396</id><published>2005-06-25T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:46:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Look here!!Mrs Leong. our "mother" in band My beloved Trumpet section.. my juniors rock..Pictures taken after Montfiesta 8</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111967836650829396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111967836650829396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111967836650829396' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111966958392653585</id><published>2005-06-25T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:19:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saturday.. what a nice saturday this is.. The weather is cool and it is raining heavily outside while I am just here by the window blogging. How romantic? I can feel the rush of water droplets across my face and it feels and I do not want this to end. Alright back to reality..having read Eugene's blog, I realise how hardworking everyone is and it seems as though everyone is always and forever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111966958392653585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111966958392653585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111966958392653585' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111945407192393589</id><published>2005-06-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:27:51.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was nothing special.. As usual, I went to school for consultation. Ms Quek quickly went through everything. I guess all of them are fine. Well, hoping for the best in mid years as I spent 2/3 of the holidays studying economics. it would be such an irony if the efforts do not reap results. Well, we'll see.After which I joined Bao Lun and Rickson. It wasn't that productive except for the half</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111945407192393589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111945407192393589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945407192393589' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111928526447179955</id><published>2005-06-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:40:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today.. I went to school to meet Mr Wee for consultation for guess what? he "Pang Seh" me. But can't blame him, I guess he has something really urgent to attend to. Anyway I studied in school with Marlina and Eugene. I saw some familar faces like Justin, Hui Koon, Zheng Yi and Xuan Wei. Also Rickson and Bao Lun. Pretty cool to see so many ppl working so hard for the exams. Guess this mid year is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111928526447179955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111928526447179955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928526447179955' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111902920499579562</id><published>2005-06-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:26:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow.. I am truly amazed and overwhelmed by what the year1s have put up for the year2s. I must say they spent a lot of effort trying to get this BBQ to materialise. And to spread the news, preapre the food and stuff, handling the situation, making sure it wasn't too boring or awkward. I take my hat off for the year 1s. You guys are probably the most enthusiatic bunch of people that i have ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111902920499579562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111902920499579562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902920499579562' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111876931182347638</id><published>2005-06-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:15:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is approaching am midnight and I am still here trying to do some reading on utopian writings. But it seems like I am spending more time talking to Serena and Zheng Hong rather than reading the websites. Whatever.It has been very nice talking to both of them. School Life, work, movies, band, anything under the sun, you name it, our conversation covers them. Its pretty cool as we start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111876931182347638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111876931182347638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876931182347638' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111854905603779069</id><published>2005-06-12T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:04:16.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the exams are in like another . erm 20 days time. and I am in no way prepared to sit for any of the papers. I am just randomly choosing topics to study esp for history and I will probably end up spotting topics. Econs is just churning out more and more essay maps as I can practice writing and revise at the same time. Lit, don't even talk abt it, I have not touch any of my texts for weeks. I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111854905603779069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111854905603779069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111854905603779069' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111814583496088971</id><published>2005-06-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:03:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh.. did I say i bought my mp3 player?? Creative Zen Micro. Awesome. Black one. I went with Joel to the Creative Headquarters to buy it. Before that Khairah and Shaline were there. Khairah bought the same model as mine. I was so happy that I got myself a good mp3 at quite a reasonable price of $363. Although I took a long time to decide, I thought I had made a good choice and sufficiently weigh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111814583496088971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111814583496088971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111814583496088971' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111780195245781687</id><published>2005-06-03T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:32:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god. my skin is killing me.. itching and painful like hell.. This is the period where i detest the most. my skin problem is like a seasonal thing, it only comes due to certain factors1. the weather is scorching hot2. I didn't watch my appetite and ate lots of junk food3. I am under a lot of stress4. Mentalityof all these, I think they are all responsible for my condition. the third one is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111780195245781687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111780195245781687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780195245781687' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111780010221324932</id><published>2005-06-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:02:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: January 8Born on the 8th day of the month, you have a special gift for business, as you can conceive and plan on a grand scale.You have good executive skills and you're a good judge of values.You should try to own your own business, because you have such a strong desire to be in control.You are generally reliable when it comes to handling money; you can be trusted in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111780010221324932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111780010221324932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780010221324932' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111751699313618159</id><published>2005-05-31T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:23:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay. My parents are finally back from Shanghai. And boy I am so so glad they are back. Cause i don't have to sweep the floor, wash my clothes and eat mac again. woohoo.. I was so excited waiting outside the arrival hall. The minute I saw my mum, it was like i popped pills or smt. I was franctically waving and hitting the glass panels. And when my mum and dad came out, i immediately rush up to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111751699313618159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111751699313618159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111751699313618159' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111716207089438980</id><published>2005-05-27T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T10:47:50.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>officially, the holidays are starting in another 3 days time. also it indicates that I will have to start mugging every single day in order to do well for mid-year. This year has been such a fast-going period of time that I have totally lost track of time. Time seems to have slipped by and you are busy. And here we are halfway through the year.It is amazing that at different points in time of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111716207089438980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111716207089438980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111716207089438980' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111664452056572298</id><published>2005-05-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:02:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything has a start and an end to it. Although the feeling to realise that I are officially stepping down from band is somewhat unbearable, there is still this strong reluctance that I feel about leaving the band. Also, this marks the time when I can no longer use the excuse of intensive band practices to exempt myself from studying. from now on, it really depends on how I am going to use my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111664452056572298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111664452056572298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664452056572298' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111600037702730735</id><published>2005-05-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:06:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another intensive week has come to an end and the weekends are here to help us from the exhausted state that we're in. This week ended with a magnificent band performance in front of the school, which received much great comments and the dinner celebration which ended on a high note. It was total madness and fun. This is when you start to feel so fortunate that you're part of this big family that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111600037702730735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111600037702730735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600037702730735' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111530452645905006</id><published>2005-05-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:48:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meridian Junior College strikes gold medal in its first ever SYF competition. Awesome man, we as the first batch to participate in SYF have written a new page in meridian symphonic band's history and indeed we have lift up to the expectations.The feeling is beyond words.. First it was the nervous stage we had to overcome before going on stage but immediately after we started playing, the tension </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111530452645905006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111530452645905006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530452645905006' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111431425786662991</id><published>2005-04-24T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:44:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been week since I last update this blog of mine (look at the dust and cobwebs gathering..) I guess it has been rather difficult for me to try to maintain this blog. Tutorials, Lectures, Consultations, Band and Band and more Band. I can't help it to be so busy because SYF is coming up and practices have been intensified in order to prepare us for our first ever competition which will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111431425786662991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111431425786662991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111431425786662991' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111252549866772267</id><published>2005-04-03T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:51:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally the atrocious week is coming to an end.. Next week will be a better one. I guess it is not the marks that count anymore at this point of time. What matters most is that you realise your mistakes and how little time you have to the A levels.. And I seem to be able to understand why the teachers kept reminding us about the course and time period. A Level is indeed not something you can joke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111252549866772267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111252549866772267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111252549866772267' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111201005552923234</id><published>2005-03-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:40:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, first day of school and guess what we faced the aftermath of our block test. the results. Although we have not got back all our results, some of the marks are still tentative and require further examination, you can roughly tell your grades by guessing. Well, Literature would probably be shit marks because i wrote shit, and Mr Wee, Ms Kalidas, Ms Rehana blew their top today over the results</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111201005552923234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111201005552923234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111201005552923234' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111185471855416424</id><published>2005-03-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:31:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally.. My computer is fixed and the block tests are over.. Thank god for this short break that I am having.. It is the fourth day after I finished my block tests and I have not touched anything related to school since then. Just partying, have fun, hanging out everywhere and finding people whom I have not seen for a long time to catch up on things.The block tests was pretty alright for me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111185471855416424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111185471855416424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111185471855416424' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-111050852128056738</id><published>2005-03-11T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T10:35:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry that I haven't been updating my blog for such a long long time. It is because my computer has been down since I don't know when.. still is though. Anyway it is a blessing in disguise perhaps as the block test is coming soon and I can concentrate on my study rather than wasting those precious time online. Thankfully, Yong Liang lent me his labtop and I can still do my work. Hope he repairs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111050852128056738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/111050852128056738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111050852128056738' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-110948524841190703</id><published>2005-02-27T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:20:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A wonderful way to end the weekend..These few months of intensive effort has culminated into a splendid performance at the Openiong Ceremony. I'm pretty sure everyone who attended the ceremony was blown away by the high-energy and vibrancy of the performance and performers. Within the short 17 minutes of the entire performance, we meridians have shown the world what we truly are. The words of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110948524841190703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110948524841190703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110948524841190703' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-110914214257520480</id><published>2005-02-23T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:02:22.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay.. school ends at 9.30am today because the school has to prepare for the opening ceremony. While the rest of the school are having their holidays for the next three days, performers and anyone involve in the ceremony will be busy for these next two days.. NOT FAIR!!Now, I am just lazing around waiting for 3 o'clock to come so I can make my way to the bus stop and go to school for OC rehearsal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110914214257520480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110914214257520480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110914214257520480' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-110873891057501442</id><published>2005-02-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:01:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week has been a truly tiring week for a lot of people, especially those who are involved in the opening ceremony of Meridian Junior College. I, for one, am involve in the event as well. Practices begin as early as 7.45am in the morning and lessons continue as per normal. Just imagine dancing till you almost drop and you have to sit in for lesson when you're sweaty and perspiring. Even a bath</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110873891057501442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110873891057501442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873891057501442' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-110777585218329644</id><published>2005-02-07T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:30:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, the Chinese New Year is coming. It is the most anticipated holiday of the year as everyone gets to have fun and meet up for some gathering. I guess this year will be no exception and I will make sure that I have some thorough fun before going back to school work. I am definitely looking forward to this year celebration as I will be going to some of my friends house for reunion dinner and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110777585218329644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110777585218329644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110777585218329644' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032096.post-110698666735786562</id><published>2005-01-29T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:17:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My left cheek has been swollen since two nights ago. At first I thought it was just a sore throat that is causing the little bluge on the cheek. It didn't feel painful as long as I don't go and poke or touch it. So the next day, I went to school as usual, with the swollen cheek. The first thing Joel told me was whether it was mumps. I didn't know what mumps was but according to him, he said it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110698666735786562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6032096/posts/default/110698666735786562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrlc.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110698666735786562' title=''/><author><name>mtrlc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11533542442075397797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
