<?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-5526868212304803481</id><updated>2011-09-09T19:51:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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>287</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8775862796553571096</id><published>2010-02-28T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:06:03.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMlTv74TI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0lmme34ojOs/s1600-h/OG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443106565982511410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMlTv74TI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0lmme34ojOs/s320/OG1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I never did do a post on Take 5 with the Nemos, but trust me, AWESOME FUN TTM would be an understatement. I realised that after Orientation I hardly get to hang out with as many Nemos, as everyone is with their CCAs/class. I miss them ): Anyhow, this is one of my favourite pictures I took with them, I insist that we are all pretty posers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMl0vUvPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Fy7svFU0Az0/s1600-h/class1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443106574838316274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMl0vUvPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Fy7svFU0Az0/s320/class1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night out @ Daisy Pulls it Off @ DBS Arts Centre with 11A OHWANTSEE? (if you are wondering how we got the name..please don't!) I realised my CT is actually very young and he can pass off as a student (in photos like this) O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMmKcoC9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nsUTFhl8vgA/s1600-h/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443106580665469906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMmKcoC9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/nsUTFhl8vgA/s320/girls1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a hilarious shot of the girls in class. The one right in the centre (3rd from right or left) - our class auntie/ah sao, ah soh, whatever it is. She'll tell you about the cheapest food in town, so that you can save 5 cents on grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMknfF9pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/SUiu0yXJe6w/s1600-h/zyd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443106554100709010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMknfF9pI/AAAAAAAAAY0/SUiu0yXJe6w/s320/zyd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love unicorns, don't we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Cheryl and I are psychic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After publishing this post, I saw her tag on my blog telling me to update O: Freaky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On thursday I sat with Cheryl's class because I miss her. 2 months of not getting to tease her properly, I let it all out in an hour. It was really cute because Cheryl and S (why do their names always start with S?) ears both turned red together as I was teasing them all the way through lunch. Poor S could not eat in peace. Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to make it a weekly ritual- to crash her class table. It's really sad when you realise you have lost touch with your best friend. Really sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8775862796553571096?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8775862796553571096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8775862796553571096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8775862796553571096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8775862796553571096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-realised-i-never-did-do-post-on-take.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S4nMlTv74TI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0lmme34ojOs/s72-c/OG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4768240160674934609</id><published>2010-02-10T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:48:32.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although I told the whole world that I would join vball, I changed my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, I'll be joining debates. For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4768240160674934609?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4768240160674934609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4768240160674934609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4768240160674934609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4768240160674934609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/02/although-i-told-whole-world-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8993068209852302646</id><published>2010-01-31T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:09:51.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S2lz96U0MaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/072nxGpknYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S2lz96U0MaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/072nxGpknYQ/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434001932864991650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;div&gt;HO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GERONIMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BW08! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meo, Jeff, Vinod + their OGlings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ee Wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yin Leng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hui Lian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yixin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huan Hock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 days of Orientation passed in a FLASH, where did it go? I still remember the very, very messy hall on the first day. Orientation packs on the floor, signs everywhere signalling every og BUT MINE! Finally, I found Geronimo, in a very comfortable left corner of the MPH. And there, i met my OGLs, Jeffrey(and I told him "Woah you are tall!"), Meo and Vinod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I remember Huanhock sitting there on one side, and Yinleng, eewen and rachel on the other side. And I sat down. And then came many many more people, I remember Edwin sitting there emoing alone, Arun stoning, and then Milton and Joshua, Shawn and Squek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first STORY____, OMG man, the heroes- Bob, Jacq/Heidi, Invisigirl, Vertigo, Disco Inferno. I LOVE OMG MAN. How can you not love the accent, the jokes, the muscles!! And station games, which we did relatively well for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I felt that Orientation programme itself did not really help us bond. The OGs are too big, too big for bonding. But the bonding comes in after we all finish school. The whole pack of us running to J8, BW08 making it to J8 FIRST! Playing Indian Poker, Pig and what have you-s, eating, chatting, bonding! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War games were awesome. I love myself for not being a guy. Looking at my poor [male] OGmates (check out the pic with sly, arun and shawn, on the ground as if they just died) after strip me if you can, haha, I don't think I want to witness all that again. The last round was pretty much me, amirah and edwin looking at girls rip those poor guys apart! Eating them alive! But then again, this does not apply to WX because he scared the girls away by acting like a ballerina. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OG outing made me realise what an awesome OG I have. We are all so different, with Meo bravely trying out skates, to Rachel cautiously moving along, to Tin who fell and got up, fell and got up, to HH who zooms to and fro saving the lost souls. In the end we still stuck together! The best part- Huilian and her coins. She offered to buy us sugar cane drinks and we all paid her back- IN COINS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it seemed like everything passed in a blur. Before I knew it, there I was, watching the words Galvea burn, singing the college anthem, and the batch song. I felt tears in my eyes as we cheered for one last time- HEY! HO! GERONIMO! Though we might not be super tight, but I really the company of my OG. They never fail to put a smile on my face, and I love having conversations with them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we were all back in school. I felt really sad to know that the photo in this post WILL be the last photo we all have together. I hardly see anyone from my OG around anymore. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got this feeling that our OG is going to stick together for the upcoming two years. Awesome friends I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to say but I don't know where to begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11A01C, you guys rock! While the rest of my science friends are complaining about their class, I AIN'T COMPLAINING ABOUT MINE WHEE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a small world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I feel like ranting. School has started and I am anything but ready. On a positive note, I am very motivated to improve on my general knowledge thanks to all the HP teachers. Tutorials hasn't started but I have learnt so much from them already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for CCA, I'm trying to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA #1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good results on a national level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I join i'll be labelled as some cheena ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twice a week training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA#2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horrendous results in competitions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT thrice a week training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I join i'll be labelled as a bimbo, wallflower, whatever. It's a "pretty girl" CCA, according to....all guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer #1, but I really hate the label. I don't mind #2, but the results are ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO HOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8993068209852302646?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8993068209852302646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8993068209852302646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8993068209852302646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8993068209852302646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-ho-geronimo-bw08-meo-jeff-vinod.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/S2lz96U0MaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/072nxGpknYQ/s72-c/IMG_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2303546745511188690</id><published>2010-01-31T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:20:33.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum refused to sign my ODAC selection camp form, saying that she won't let me join ODAC because she does not want me to participate in sea sports/mountain climbing etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what the fuck is this. Just because she is physically incapable of doing all these herself doesn't mean that I can't. Bloody old hag. When she gets old, I'm going to lock her up and stop her from doing all the things she wants to do, because that is precisely what she is doing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's making me waste my youth. MY youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I know why I need God in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2303546745511188690?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2303546745511188690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2303546745511188690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2303546745511188690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2303546745511188690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mum-refused-to-sign-my-odac.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1342420731780139483</id><published>2010-01-27T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:49:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's worse than seeing X's lackey? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing TWO. And one of them is two-faced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people should get a mind of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conformist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about school. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trials, trials, trials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Thank you WX, I am going to waste my time embarassing myself at Players audition. I hate you I hate you I hate you. I hope that audition-er makes you do Kwun Tong's piece because he sees your potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I realised more people are going for ODAC camp! WHO ELSE? ;D I love camps. It brings out the real me! (yeah the WJ you see in school is the mild, wallflower version only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am still aching. Aching, from stomach to arms to knees! So much for a free dance lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND then there's HP. Which I am loving more and more and more and moreeeee! (I mean, the program, not the....well..you know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Boheme this friday! I cannot wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we can finally play dress up (Like barbie dolls, but we are so much more than that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1342420731780139483?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1342420731780139483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1342420731780139483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1342420731780139483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1342420731780139483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-worse-than-seeing-xs-lackey.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4180855366806674422</id><published>2010-01-24T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:11:01.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear A,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to tell you that you are one of the most revolting people I have ever encountered, and I did tell you that before. But you thought I was joking. I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Without much love,&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear B,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to say to you, all in my head. If only I could translate it into words and get the courage to tell you how much I wanted to thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But perhaps its the barrier we talked about yesterday. The barrier both of us face until today, more so for myself. And I am so very sorry for not having the personality you expected of me, by far. You tell me you think you've made the right decision, but I am not convinced that you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, we'll do good.  No doubts about that. You, the dreamer, and I, the devil, will make things materialise. With the weight of the world on our shoulders, we cannot afford to slip and fall on this marathon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear C,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I think you know who you are. I love you (: And may your pants never be on the ground! Dance hard tomorrow, darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[//EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0f7DT7xozc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h0f7DT7xozc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/20nnkfBiyZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/20nnkfBiyZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some time watching all of the uploaded videos of Hope for Haiti Now, and I ended up crying my eyes out at each one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at websites- World Vision, for example, made me realise how many people need help. It made me feel so small and insignificant, for once. I am powerless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do is watch the news to see how many people die again another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the point of living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4180855366806674422?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4180855366806674422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4180855366806674422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4180855366806674422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4180855366806674422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-i-tried-to-tell-you-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8936534432402891918</id><published>2010-01-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:42:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS SHOULD BE IN FAILBLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin_kt@hotmail.com said (11:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin_kt@hotmail.com said (11:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*i'm 23 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*who are YOU?&lt;br /&gt;*and i am 33.&lt;br /&gt;*oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*EH SHIT&lt;br /&gt;*how come ah&lt;br /&gt;*is my name still lin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO ITS NOT HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;*it says&lt;br /&gt;*KWUN TONG!&lt;br /&gt;*OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*you are LIN?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG DAMN FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*wx told me you were asking who lin was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*THIS MUST BE WEIXUANS DOING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin_kt@hotmail.com said (11:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*my name is jacob yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*so i tried to pretend to be some serial rapist&lt;br /&gt;*BUT FAILED :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*YOU WERENT EVEN CLOSE CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO LOR!&lt;br /&gt;*if my name had stayed as LIN&lt;br /&gt;*then can already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*AS IF!&lt;br /&gt;*im smart enough to know ;D!&lt;br /&gt;*TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*yes! my skills are invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*FAIL PHAIL FAILLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jacob yeo&lt;br /&gt;*ill rmbr that hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHA NO!&lt;br /&gt;*don't remember that&lt;br /&gt;*cos i used my sis' bf's identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*ABIT TOO LATE, JACOB!&lt;br /&gt;*omg&lt;br /&gt;*O_O&lt;br /&gt;*are you serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha yes&lt;br /&gt;*it was the first thing that popped into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*TSKTSK&lt;br /&gt;*OMG&lt;br /&gt;*thats so evil&lt;br /&gt;*see luh&lt;br /&gt;*now i got nth to call you!&lt;br /&gt;*D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*you can still fall back on "master"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*or FAIL&lt;br /&gt;*i prefer FAL&lt;br /&gt;**FAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*that's a faithful description&lt;br /&gt;*master i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*not fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*you were referring to FAIL&lt;br /&gt;*I KNEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*you secretly admit youre loser ;D&lt;br /&gt;*yay!&lt;br /&gt;*good.&lt;br /&gt;*;D&lt;br /&gt;*dont be in denial!&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;*JACOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*wishful thinking of my servant&lt;br /&gt;*but it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;*i'll overlook this mental breakdown of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*of YOURS you mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;*IM SAVING THIS CONvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh anything lor!&lt;br /&gt;*no one shall see this muahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{ green day lyrics! says:&lt;br /&gt;*THEY WILL&lt;br /&gt;*YOU KNOW WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwun Tong! says:&lt;br /&gt;*huh why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why no one can play a prank on WJ!&lt;br /&gt;yes, even the self proclaimed "master" (PHAIL!)&lt;br /&gt;-coughs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8936534432402891918?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8936534432402891918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8936534432402891918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8936534432402891918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8936534432402891918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/linkthotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5943666010350372008</id><published>2010-01-18T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:06:27.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I left my subject combi as it is. Sometimes I wonder if I will look back and regret this decision. In any case, I will work so hard in JC, that everyone will be impressed by the sudden change in my personality (slacker, to mugger). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised over the years that, the more mugger I am, the quieter I get. I absolutely do not want to lose my new found "chatterbox" personality. D: talking means a lot to me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a meeting later on, and since I'm going out I might as well get myself a planner on the way. I realised it is impossible to find one that I will like, but I will have to make do. Afterall, things are piling up on my table and it is about time to get down to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5943666010350372008?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5943666010350372008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5943666010350372008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5943666010350372008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5943666010350372008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-so-i-left-my-subject-combi-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3060697204265211323</id><published>2010-01-16T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:07:28.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-identity protected- says:&lt;br /&gt;*i am only stalkerish cos i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{       green day lyrics!        says:&lt;br /&gt;*tsktsk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -identity protected- says:&lt;br /&gt;*when i&lt;br /&gt;*m bz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.0+' 婉菁 [WJ]] * \\ &lt;3 ~+wickedd~{{       green day lyrics!        says:&lt;br /&gt;*YOU ADMITTED TO BEING A STALKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-identity protected- says:&lt;br /&gt;*i dont do this kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;*hahah&lt;br /&gt;*aiya its guang ming zheng da can&lt;br /&gt;*just tat they dont know only what&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;*I FOUND A PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;*but his face is half hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should delete my facebook account soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3060697204265211323?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3060697204265211323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3060697204265211323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3060697204265211323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3060697204265211323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/identity-protected-says-i-am-only.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3299483767768804571</id><published>2010-01-15T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:43:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially worship Green Day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Too bad wx missed 21 guns, time of your life AND wake me up when september ends!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I or should I not go into HP? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely detest making decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the CONS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lit, lit, lit D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISOLATED from the rest of RJ (goodbye my science friends, which is essentially..99.99999% ): )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will be stuck two handfuls of really horrible people, namely J,K,L,M,N and ETC ETC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's face it, i can't blend in with gepers can I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many to name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3299483767768804571?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3299483767768804571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3299483767768804571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3299483767768804571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3299483767768804571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-officially-worship-green-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1585193813310453644</id><published>2010-01-10T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:50:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more and more am I convinced that for every bad thing that happens, a good thing will follow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so what if we were the only group. Now, we have the opportunity to do something BIGGER and FAIL-PROOF! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, we own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1585193813310453644?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1585193813310453644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1585193813310453644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1585193813310453644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1585193813310453644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-and-more-am-i-convinced-that-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-9170382386887140636</id><published>2010-01-09T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:23:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The importance of diction. Delinquents are not youths at risk. How could you make such a fucking big mistake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-9170382386887140636?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/9170382386887140636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=9170382386887140636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9170382386887140636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9170382386887140636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/importance-of-diction.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2991891300222879410</id><published>2010-01-06T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:26:23.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What I dislike (or like?) about the induction programme is that the electives are clearly clearly for science students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dislike because, perhaps this is what it means when they say RJ is a science-ish school. Science above all. Arts not important. There is only one humanities related elective. One. HP students how?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i like it because, it means I can skip most, if not all, of the science electives, and do something better with my time (like finishing my library books). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to get a 2010 calendar. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2991891300222879410?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2991891300222879410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2991891300222879410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2991891300222879410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2991891300222879410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-dislike-or-like-about-induction.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8695233601859869662</id><published>2010-01-05T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:10:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;cheryl says: (11:05:57 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT CAN U IMAGINE THROWING A FART BOMB AT THE PERSON U HATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl says: (11:05:58 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl says: (11:06:01 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT WILL BE FUNNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8695233601859869662?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8695233601859869662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8695233601859869662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8695233601859869662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8695233601859869662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheryl-says-110557-pm-but-can-u-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5108767267419410436</id><published>2010-01-03T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:30:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a few minutes past midnight i finally managed to find out what the problem is! I love my iPod and I am trying to find a name for it. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a productive piano lesson and I played hard ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a productive meeting today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met someone new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps got to understand some of my groupmates better. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the only downside? I have to finish the proposal tonight.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5108767267419410436?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5108767267419410436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5108767267419410436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5108767267419410436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5108767267419410436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-great-day-today-at-few-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3683217165510457776</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:00:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A toast to 2010!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's China's time to shine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; World peace everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3683217165510457776?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3683217165510457776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3683217165510457776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3683217165510457776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3683217165510457776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2010/01/toast-to-2010-its-chinas-time-to-shine.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1957339668196132064</id><published>2009-12-30T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:42:40.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote my 2010 resolutions already! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the glass as half empty even when it's full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1957339668196132064?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1957339668196132064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1957339668196132064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1957339668196132064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1957339668196132064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wrote-my-2010-resolutions-already-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-474437507712734278</id><published>2009-12-29T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:14:19.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading the papers today, and read 2 articles on Singapore Idol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the better performer that day, said Ken Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia is more marketable because of her good looks, said Dick Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a female I wanted to see a female win, said Florence Lian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it not obvious who should win Singapore Idol? Obviously Sezairi. For Sylvia is only there because, well, girls wanted to see a girl win whether or not she made the song "yellow" sound like some sorrowful lullaby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face it, a good voice is not enough to guarantee a win in Idol contests. You think Sylvia's got the whole package? Where is the personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters continue to irritate me very much by saying INCESSANTLY that Sylvia should have won. Well, fact is she didn't so STFU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a tendency to feel too strongly for what I believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-474437507712734278?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/474437507712734278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=474437507712734278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/474437507712734278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/474437507712734278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-reading-papers-today-and-read-2.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8063308309409597675</id><published>2009-12-26T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:54:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱丫！&lt;div&gt;Was just watching 爱丫爱丫 music video, their face looks so expressionless. It was boring and almost awkward to watch. Perhaps I'm used to watching music videos by lady gaga, tokio hotel and many more, that's why that video totally cannot make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i mean seriously, anyone could have done better than...THAT. I bet I could pull two people off the street and make them do this video at least two times better. This time with some BASIC facial expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ms4awMg8_BI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ms4awMg8_BI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing is, I don't get the lyrics. What does 我的爱丫爱丫没时差 mean? (This is not their fault, it's just me and my lousy chinese.) And that part about 多穿一件 because of  落叶?? Like HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHERYL BETTER EXPLAIN since she kind of introduced this song to me a while ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now to something I actually understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nQDJG4YETQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nQDJG4YETQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letterbomb by green day, I could jump around all day in this song! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love green day's lyrics. I miss Yellowcard. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibQtd-_wX8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ibQtd-_wX8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, friends, I have watched this video at least 20 times. And it never fails to make me laugh! PSA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8063308309409597675?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8063308309409597675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8063308309409597675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8063308309409597675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8063308309409597675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-just-watching-music-video-their.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3702383620142232042</id><published>2009-12-25T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T11:36:09.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No one told me I had a party to attend tonight!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those who are single and ready to mingle: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3702383620142232042?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3702383620142232042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3702383620142232042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3702383620142232042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3702383620142232042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-told-me-i-had-party-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7608800305624384110</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:15:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all my friends out there:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for your christmas cards, postcards, smses, they really put a smile on my face (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7608800305624384110?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7608800305624384110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7608800305624384110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7608800305624384110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7608800305624384110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-all-my-friends-out-there-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-9002022657869542799</id><published>2009-12-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:39:56.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And one day, I will make him regret his decision to turn his back on all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-9002022657869542799?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/9002022657869542799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=9002022657869542799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9002022657869542799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9002022657869542799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-one-day-i-will-make-him-regret-his.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5397239559286125609</id><published>2009-12-21T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:16:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, Shambo, I am indeed FECKLESS (sad to say)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survivor Samoa was one of the better seasons of survivor, I believe. Unfortunately the ending left me completely disappointed. Jury should have not let their emotions get in the way, for it is after all a game of survivor. As Russell aptly puts it, did they outplay, outwit and outlast him? I think NOT AT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have that blonde chick, whose name I never knew until she actually won the season, win, over Russell is just plain absurd. Russell played a game, played it so well that it is indisputable that he will be remembered in years to come. Completely disagree with jaison with what he said, survivor is not like real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In survivor, everyone wants to win the money(and the title). In real life, there's more to that. Russell came on the show with one sole purpose- to be crowned the sole survivor. It was his game plan, genius game plan and strategy, that brought him here. Kicking all of them out, the jury, was part of the plan. But frankly, why the sour grapes? They need to see that the only reason why they are part of the jury, and not one of the final three, is because they did not have a game plan that could top Russell's. If I were a contestant on this season, I would want to say that I lost to a scheming guy with a great strategy, rather than a "dumbass" blonde who did nothing to get to the top 3.  Afterall, by voting for someone you are pledging your confidence in that person. So dear Survivor Samoa jury, you sure that dumb blonde is worthy of your vote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cast members brought up the argument that Natalie had a valid strategy. So cowardice is accepted as strategy now? How is virtually doing nothing, except for supporting Russell's decisions and reaping rewards of his genius game plan, called strategy? By saying she has a valid strategy, you are making parasitism justified. But is it? You reap what you sow, and not what other's sow. To shamelessly take the title, even after Russell offered money for it, is downright disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russell could have easily brought another person along, and that another person might win. Therefore, Russell is a constant, the winner is a variable. It could be Natalie, Jaison, Shambo, whoever. As long as Russell wants to bring him or her along, he will make sure they all get into the finals. With such capability, do you not think he deserves the title? So why did the title go to the variable instead? Do you think Natalie could be that constant? Do you think someone else could be sitting in Russell's place instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no way.Idiots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm way too angry to continue. Last words: Applaud him for the great game he played, and for that, I believe that genius should have walked home with a million dollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It is disheartening to see Russell so upset during the reunion show. It reminded me of how sometimes, even though you put in hard work and effort, even though you are obviously better and more deserving than another, you won't get rewarded. This is life.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Villains VS Heroes, next season of survivor seems super good already. For sure, I support the villains. For courage, loyalty and truth do not prevail in a game of survivor, and courage loyalty and truth are for people who ride on coattails and dare not even make a squeak and stand up, take responsibility for what they do. Really hoping to see Russell come back, and win that. Take that, "Heroes"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end of survivor rant-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: Was reading a website:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Survivor Samoa produced the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) The most skilled player ever.&lt;br /&gt;2) The least deserving winner ever.&lt;br /&gt;3) The most pathetic jury ever.&lt;br /&gt;4) The most controversial decision ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;The rules should be flipped. Jury favorite gets $100K.&lt;br /&gt;America favorite gets $1M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Totally agree with that. Natalie, least deserving winner who merely won the Anti-Russell vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;-end- (really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Feckless, a term used by Shambo, 2nd hottest search on google, beating other terms like "survivor samoa", "natalie white" (natalie who?? who's that??), and even "Russell Hantz". Who would have knew it was going to be such a hot word! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition: not fit to assume responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was doing my usual anti-natalie rant, my sms buddy pointed out that Russell would have won should America be the voters, and Adam would have won if the judges could choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I must say America makes lousy decisions blah blah blah (I believe I have been saying this since forever), but thankfully they have voted the right president this time. Well, that's a good start...I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope he makes good education reforms such that Survivor can end up with a winner like Russell, and never again should people like Natalie be allowed to even audition for the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of education reforms, government increased non-sg citizens school fees, and increased chances of sg citizens getting into the desired primary schools (TWOFOLD). Was once thankful to the government for making things fair enough, so that I can go get a good education. I still appreciate what I have, but standing in the shoes of a little kid, I will be crying my ass off. No good primary school, no good secondary school, no good JC, no good job, no good life. Thank you for crushing the dreams of any (expat, PR) parent who wants their kid to get a good education in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's next? Halve the PSLE scores of all non citizens so that citizens will get to better schools? Add 3 points to the O level scores for non citizens? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there goes meritocracy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5397239559286125609?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5397239559286125609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5397239559286125609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5397239559286125609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5397239559286125609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-shambo-i-am-indeed-feckless-sad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8378839449948585182</id><published>2009-12-12T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:45:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quote Thomas Browne:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Faith, passion and reason) may be all Kings, and yet make but one monarchy: every one exercising his sovereignty and prerogative in a due time and place, according to the restraint and limit of circumstance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8378839449948585182?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8378839449948585182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8378839449948585182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8378839449948585182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8378839449948585182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-quote-thomas-browne-faith-passion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5432694342619903766</id><published>2009-12-12T10:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:18:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivant!09 is over ): 4D3N passed so, so quickly! Had so much fun that I really didn't want to go home ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMI3qb0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iiEItpqxfvc/s1600-h/firstgroupphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180929406264994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMI3qb0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iiEItpqxfvc/s320/firstgroupphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Though I met 2/3 of the group during pre camp briefing, I felt a little awkward on the first day because it was a new environment and I did not know anyone very well. Also, it was the first time meeting the two VJ people in group 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we had to do: Come up with a group name and flag. We were so quiet that our facils had to help us think. No one wanted to speak. So our facils said, okay just say out what comes to your mind...NOW! And someone said coffee, and someone said monkey. So there, our facils said, okay coffee monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a ridiculous name. And i thought to myself, what the hell? Our group is so unenthu, unlike the other groups. And i imagined our group losing at all the games and I felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true, we did lose most of the games coming in 3rd or 4th out of four groups! During debrief, our facils said our enthusiasm is lacking and we can do so much better. And once again, we remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGthuO3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/yPUUPEgNl1c/s1600-h/YQblindfacils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180088422742898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGthuO3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/yPUUPEgNl1c/s320/YQblindfacils.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we slept, we played a game called count me in. It was really interesting. Everyone was blindfolded and we only can shout out numbers. There were 22 people, and the aim of the game was to get one person to shout ONE!, then the second will shout TWO!, all the way till 22. At one time, if more than one person shouts the same number, we have to restart. It seems easy enough, as if everyone just stuck to the number they shouted out (except for those that had 2 people shouting at the same time, those people have to retry), we will get it right eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. Some people found their numbers (we could hear the same voices shouting out the same numbers), but eventually when we got to 9-15 that range something will go wrong. I was so frustrated, because everytime we shouted out a number we had to squat down. And the thing is, i was number two. So everytime they screw up I had to get up, (wait for the person to shout ONE!), shout TWO! and squat. And whenever they screw up I have to repeat. All the squatting and standing made my legs ache badly for the rest of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone (a facil or camp comm member) kept shouting at us. "We allow you to MOVE!" I did not get it. How will moving help? Then I think my facil said, okay you move here and she grabbed my hand and moved me to another place. I did not know where I was. I guessed that they reshuffled our positions to see what we would do. So number 1 shouted ONE!, and I shouted TWO! And repeat another 32402834092809428 times we still couldn't get it right. Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand. Then I got it! We could form a chain. Thank goodness someone could find me or else I would be stupidly shouting TWO! over and over again. We eventually got it right, and I ended up being number 19 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game master said we took too long and that our batch is too competitive. This is a game of teamwork, and there are times we must put such competitiveness aside, work together to come up with a solution. At the end of the game, though my legs were wobbly, I did walk away a little wiser (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The photo above is a blindfolded Yue Quan with evil facils/camp comm members. Yes, the silly things they do!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIp4tUAvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RXoL5hNp8fA/s1600-h/slidingsoapgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180692719567602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIp4tUAvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RXoL5hNp8fA/s320/slidingsoapgame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: After not getting much sleep due to the super hard floor and lack of pillow, I felt super drained and i wondered how I could get through camp this way. Thank goodness. On day 2, I had so much water splashed onto me that it kept me awake for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was taken during one of the most irritating games in camp. There were benches forming an S shape, and there was a team at each end of the S. Objective of the game was for the whole group to get to the other side of the S quickly. It was not a strategic/thinking game, but rather a game of luck because to advance, you have to play scissors paper stone. If you win, you have to quickly slide (yes, slide, because our butts cannot leave the seat) before another opposing team member comes and plays scissors paper stone with you. I kept losing and losing and losing. And the worse thing is getting kicked because two people would be sliding quickly towards each other and BAM! ouch. After this game, I got like three blueblacks on my shin, and another two on the knee. Thank you Kevin =.= (aka guy in red shirt in picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I realised the picture showed me winning HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of winning, out of 6 games, our group came in 1st for 4, and 3rd for 2 (: Proud of us(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGWi9xrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1KkeOAYfPWE/s1600-h/questofthetitans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180082253940402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGWi9xrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1KkeOAYfPWE/s320/questofthetitans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, before we all slept there is usually batch-bonding games. (Afternoon is team bonding!) I found day 2's game especially meaningful. Before the game, they promised that we would learn more about ourselves through this game, and yes it is very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is called Quest of the Titans. I don't know where the game came from but it is really fun. There was an appointed leader, who had no handicaps. The rest of us were divided into three groups- the blind, the mute and the disabled. The blind were blindfolded, the mute could not talk, and the disabled cannot walk but can talk and see. The aim of the game was to get our whole batch to the parade square (about 150m away?) without having more than a 1m gap between any two people. Instinctively, I thought the blind can always carry the disabled and the mute can lead the blind. However, due to weight,height and gender differences and things like that, it did not work out for us. Some people were too heavy, too tall and we had to think of another solution. People ended up being wheel barrowed, and there was a line of blind people doing nothing but holding hands and walking with a mute who was leading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally was hopping from place to place and trying to co-ordinate the back even though I was muted. I realised that while most people were surrounding the front, people at the back needed help. I led a few groups here and there, before hopping off somewhere to help out. At the beginning, I totally felt like speaking and saying things like, okay you go there and xxxxxx, or shouting EH WAIT!!!! but I couldn't. The game lasted 2 hours, and at the end of two hours we did get very very close to the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debrief: We were praised (: Out of the 4 years of Vivant! camp, we got the furthest and I felt really proud of this batch of people! We were then told that our handicaps were not randomly given out. By observing us on the first day, our facils chose our handicaps for us. Meaning, the mutes (shown in photo above) were actually the people who talked alot. The blind were people who were more hands-on that did things themselves while the disabled were people who need to speak up more because they had lots to offer but never got a chance to do so. Upon hearing that, I was quite shocked because I never saw myself as a talkative kid who talks and never takes action. So, i did learn about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: the disabled, who were not allowed to stand at all throughout the two hours. I think most of them had to use their hands to do wheelbarrow, with the blind holding their legs. Except that Aven, lucky kid who got carried all the way while the rest worked their asses off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGPBTIbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qArybcsAj2w/s1600-h/QOTThandicapped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180080233685426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIGPBTIbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/qArybcsAj2w/s320/QOTThandicapped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMVA7_jaAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IiGEINFg7lA/s1600-h/VWOvisit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414194282877904898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMVA7_jaAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/IiGEINFg7lA/s320/VWOvisit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: The day we all got to wear our cool green vivant camp shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was THE day. From day 1, we were scammed into thinking that something happened so we need to plan an activity for 50 elderly at Moral somethingsomething Centre. We only had one day to plan and everything and i frankly had much doubts about how we can pull this off. On day 3, upon hearing that it's just a scam to give us the experience of planning and executing our plan, i was so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been comfortable working with the elderly. I can't really communicate well with them): So I spent most of my time trying to help co-ordinate things, by seeing which table needs materials and running to the paper cutters to get more materials, for example. In a way, I am avoiding any interaction, which made me feel really bad at the end of the day because the whole point was to interact with the elderly. I feel even worse when someone told a group of us, hey that table needs more people because the elderly were bored, and I still refused to go and continued to help decorate the place. One thing I know now is that I must change my attitude and at least try to speak to the elderly. After some time, perhaps I will get better at communicating with them, though I really doubt so. There always seems to be this unbreakable wall between me and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after this, we had an amazing race which my group thought was going to end at 9pm. We rushed from Paya Lebar, to vivocity (the clue says: the last stop that leads to a city. Interesting!), then to sentosa (the clue is totally cool. There is a picture of a stickman, holding an envelope with the word "SA", and it was about to put the envelope in. Get it? Sent-to-sa!) and then to SILOSO BEACH!! When we reached the beach, the final station, they told us the amazing race is over. I couldn't believe it. It didn't even last for an hour! We went like, are you sure? Don't bluff us la! And it took me a while to really believe them (after getting scammed so many times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMJ9UVlM6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/R4gAnp-mdUQ/s1600-h/day3day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414182126065365922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMJ9UVlM6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/R4gAnp-mdUQ/s320/day3day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach, we played beach games! Oh my gosh was I excited! We played battleship, where all but one (the leader) from each team had to sit down in any arrangement we want, and that one person will stand at the other team's side and direct us. The scariest thing was that the other team sent this NUS High guy to direct them, and we were laughing about how he would calculate air resistance and projectiles and end up saying something like "XX! 36.79 degrees to the left!! And I could totally hear my team leader, Kevin, talk to himself from the other side. He was like, "Is there somebody called Wan Jing ah?? The RG one? " dash dot dash la! (-.-) But it was fun, especially because my team(this time it is group 3 and 4 combined) won ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIpRH368I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XSeFSPggW98/s1600-h/seawatergame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180682093554626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIpRH368I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XSeFSPggW98/s320/seawatergame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got into the water! It was freezing cold, and it got colder after we got out! We played two games. The one in the picture was when we all stood in a straight line. (don't we look happy?) We just had to stand up when they called a number. For example, if they call FIVE! Then five people had to stand up. And if the next number is TWO! Then the NEXT two people had to stand up. At the end, people just gave up counting because its too fast! My team won, again! ;D Group 3 and 4, power teams! The next game was rollie pollie! Everyone had to lie face down perpendicular to the shore, and the first person had to roll over everybody, run to the water, into the water and tap the facil inside. It was so scary!!! I was second to go and I totally freaked out and I was screaming SORRY! SORRY! in case I broke anyone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIF3ENLzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LUDsTcdtRHg/s1600-h/groupjumpshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414180073803427634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMIF3ENLzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/LUDsTcdtRHg/s320/groupjumpshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,we all dried up and had dinner at the beach. It was so breezy and nice. There I was, sitting there in shorts and sandals, writing reflections after eating. As I wrote my reflections about the whole camp, I felt myself tearing because I learnt so much, made many new friends, and it was going to end the next day. I took a good look at everyone and I knew that it was never going to be the same again. Never again will we have all 20+ people from our batch present and talking so happily. I began to miss everyone while sitting with them at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always nice to listen to my facils talk,especially when we were bored on the bus. Especially when Sheqal dramatised Eunice's and Andrew inverted commas not his real name's story! haha, our group was laughing like maniacs throughout the journey. And when we got back, while facils had debrief, our group came together to make them cards and wrote something for them(which we recited later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1230, we gathered together to give them cards and our group started to play cards together! Aven and I were blur about bridge, so we watched them play first before we joined them. I finally learnt how to play bridge properly! Perhaps with good fengshui and a good partner, we managed to win most of our games! Halfway through, some people fell asleep. It is funny to&lt;br /&gt;see how some people fall asleep halfway through a game! And more entertaining was taking unglam shots of them sleeping! It was about 6am when everyone wanted to sleep. Feeling abandoned, I went to the training room to write notes, and even the people in the training room fell asleep, so I went round walking to nowhere. As I walked I thought about my experience, smsed a few people, played a few handphone games, ate some chocolates, started packing and getting ready to go home. This was the very first time I truly went a day without sleeping a wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 930, we all had a final breakfast together. We then proceeded to the training room to have some discussions with our new project group members. I truly believe that my group is really good and I am looking forward to working with them. And I got Cheok as one of my facils! Now I can finally find out why everyone teases him! Anyway, you must be wondering what we will be doing? We have to come up with a project idea, and present it during their AGM in january next year! Hopefully we will pass and do a good job (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp ended, and our group went to eat at Island Creamery! Was the very first time I went there, the food is certainly heavenly! Not long later, we all went home. The bus ride home was lonely, and I fell asleep unknowngly. I woke up when my head banged against the glass panel, and I realised I miss 3 stops. With the very heavy luggage, I dragged myself back home, went onto facebook and went round looking at photos.&lt;br /&gt;I miss camp. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDER BOOMZ SHINY MONKEYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivant!09: 8th-11th Dec&lt;br /&gt;Time of your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5432694342619903766?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5432694342619903766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5432694342619903766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5432694342619903766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5432694342619903766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/vivant09-is-over-4d3n-passed-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SyMI3qb0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iiEItpqxfvc/s72-c/firstgroupphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8926150080378020057</id><published>2009-12-07T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:32:01.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL PACKED AND READY TO GO! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I watch the Amazing Race,  I feel so excited that I end up standing RIGHT IN FRONT of the television jumping up and down. I totally should find a guy that would run this race with me. [Why a guy? Because no 2-girl team has won before. 9/15 winning teams of the Amazing Race are one-guy-one-girl teams, while the rest had 2 guys in the team. (I think guys just have huge egos, and putting 2 together will give too much conflict which is why they lose)] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be on Amazing Race season twenty-something (: It looks like so much fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now waiting for Cheryl for photos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8926150080378020057?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8926150080378020057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8926150080378020057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8926150080378020057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8926150080378020057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dare-you-to-irritate-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5254638739189245135</id><published>2009-12-05T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:42:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sxp92Sb7sMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3PMMVuzlFlk/s1600-h/IMG_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sxp92Sb7sMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3PMMVuzlFlk/s320/IMG_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411776273854476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Four from Group Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A future picture: Us + the rest of my GroupFour + Facloz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a memorable day, memorable in many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANNOT. CANNOT wait for Vivant. Really cannot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss AYC ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5254638739189245135?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5254638739189245135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5254638739189245135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5254638739189245135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5254638739189245135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-from-group-four.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sxp92Sb7sMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3PMMVuzlFlk/s72-c/IMG_2546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8823073625381487275</id><published>2009-12-02T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:31:46.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz-vYfwmmnM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz-vYfwmmnM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that there aren't many bloody, bloody WWE-like violence in MMA videos. And this will, potentially, be my future friday night workout! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;screw you YMCA/YFC section, bloody bitches who threaten us without even telling us what the fuck is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8823073625381487275?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8823073625381487275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8823073625381487275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8823073625381487275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8823073625381487275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-ymca-3-i-originally-typed-very.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3299942222437808819</id><published>2009-12-01T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:04:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me: I want to be a ninja, and become the next great dragon warrior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl: LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(how dare you laugh at my dreams!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, WJ is going to toughen up and stop falling sick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3299942222437808819?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3299942222437808819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3299942222437808819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3299942222437808819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3299942222437808819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-i-want-to-be-ninja-and-become-next.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4395942163711689571</id><published>2009-11-30T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:52:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;December is in a day's time. Time for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.I will &lt;s&gt;stop being mean to&lt;/s&gt; be less mean to the people I dislike or people who offended me, directly or indirectly, in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard, since I always feel the need to express utmost dislike to the groups of people mentioned above. It's just something I do and barely have control over. I mean, I can't control my thoughts and I can't control my mouth. Any suggestions, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I will love my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly speaking, what is there not to love? An education, awesome friends, a roof over my head, air con, computer, handphone, clothes, shoes, lots of food. It is time i acknowledge the fact that I am privileged and stop complaining or getting upset over trivial matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. yee shing: I WILL FIND YOUR ALBUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so did not lose it. Note to self: Get off lazy ass and start looking elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4395942163711689571?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4395942163711689571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4395942163711689571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4395942163711689571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4395942163711689571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/december-is-in-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2450689108049054731</id><published>2009-11-29T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:04:40.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;http://www.bored.com/game/play/273/Causality_.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play this or you will regret for the rest of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am officially a mass murderer (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2450689108049054731?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2450689108049054731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2450689108049054731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2450689108049054731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2450689108049054731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8557503529636666126</id><published>2009-11-27T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:23:29.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I realized that after Monday and Tuesday, even the calander says W T F. MLIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;HAHA;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8557503529636666126?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8557503529636666126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8557503529636666126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8557503529636666126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8557503529636666126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-realized-that-after-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4195163413324725790</id><published>2009-11-25T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:35:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bk-kBZo0Obk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bk-kBZo0Obk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the world takes things too seriously. Note the song name: FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT. Get it? This is for your entertainment. I don't deny that the first weird thing he did was offensive, I was kind of put off by that. But the kiss, which comes after the line "can you handle what I'm about to do?" Obviously, adam, the world can't handle it. The world is biased against gays. So Madonna can kiss Britney because both of them are straight, but a gay cannot kiss another guy. Yeah the world makes so much sense doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevertheless, a very very entertaining performance and I will remain a fan of Adam Lambert's for a long while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fact that Kris Allen wasn't performing made me laugh. Kris will never make it as big as Adam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4195163413324725790?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4195163413324725790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4195163413324725790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4195163413324725790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4195163413324725790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously-world-takes-things-too.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1124668554464048765</id><published>2009-11-24T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:35:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someday, I'll find the courage to talk to my friends about JC life. All along, it's like I've been joking about all the BGR and scandals that we'll see, but we know that JC is so much more than those superficial things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just too scared to think about academics/friendships in JC. Especially since I took an unconventional combi, meaning that I have 0 friends who will share the same workload as me and understand the crap we go through in a CHEM class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me against the world, sort of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPLb7LT9Rq0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPLb7LT9Rq0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a dance for the choreographer's daughter. A very moving dance on So You Think You Can Dance Season 4, Top 18 week, Twitch and Kherrington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1124668554464048765?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1124668554464048765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1124668554464048765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1124668554464048765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1124668554464048765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/someday-ill-find-courage-to-talk-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6170073019516494687</id><published>2009-11-23T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:12:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realised that I only have 3 more days to go with those kids, and one day would be spent at changi airport terminal three because they are going for an excursion there! Anyway, of the 10+ kids in the playgroup there, there are probably about 5 that I would say that I'm close to. The 4 I will talk about below, plus one super crybaby called Reagan. But he wasn't here today! I totally must take a picture of him crying, because he's so cute and his face goes all red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktpUOSpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GbGDP-qvxx4/s1600/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktpUOSpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GbGDP-qvxx4/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407245037959269010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reyes and Reyden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw the "good" side of Reyden. Usually he hangs out with this kid called Marcus. Marcus is a rather violent kid, jumping ON people throwing things at everyone, crying and screaming his lungs out when he does not get his way. Without Marcus(on holiday for the whole week!), I see Reyden actually listening to what I had to say, and taking good care of his sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One example: There is this really annoying kid called Felix. Spoilt brat, I must say. Afterall, he is an only child. So the group of them were playing with puzzle bricks. Felix started snatching Reyes' stuff and threw it at her and started pulling her hair. Usually Reyden would follow suit and start throwing things at others. But this time, he actually took back all the puzzle bricks from Felix, returned it to his sister, and told Felix sternly "don't hit my mei mei!". Of course Felix didn't give a damn and continued hitting her. so Reyden started crying and the two little kids hugged each other until I dragged Felix away. =.= It's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reyes and Reyden seem to be very close. There was one day Reyden was sick so he stayed at home. That day, Reyes kept telling me "My kor kor is sick. He's coughing! I miss kor kor" When it was nap time, she said, "Kor kor got drink milk?" So I told her he was at home and I don't know what he's doing. She kept mumbling about her brother till she fell asleep 40 minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktbiEWUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/X87Xuwp5YDI/s1600/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktbiEWUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/X87Xuwp5YDI/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407245034259241282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I talk to her, all she says is "Jie jie! Jie jie!" (which is what the other kids call me). And she won't stop calling until I talk to her about her parents. She likes to tell me about her mother's car, it's big. Though I have no idea what colour it is because she herself has no idea haha! What I really like about her is that she's so bubbly and nice, one of the few kids who doesn't cry or scream as much as the others. She listens to instructions so willingly. She likes to sit on my lap and make me hold her water bottle, which she cannot open =.= Whenever it is time for lessons, she will run towards me and sit on my lap! Then the teachers will scold her and say must sit on the floor. So she sits on the floor, with her legs crossed, and starts to lean on me. She usually ends up with her head on my knee, and when I tell her to get up before she gets scolded, she laughs like a maniac! Today, I saw her walking with her mum and sister into a car. What a coincidence! Her mum drives the same car as my mum just that her mum's car is blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktE4aurI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9Jh4uKQJRIw/s1600/DSC00200.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktE4aurI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9Jh4uKQJRIw/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407245028178967218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izzel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the smartest kid there who bothers to listen and answer the teacher's question. She reminds me of myself when I was in kindergarten. Super quiet and shy. The creepy thing about her is that when she cries, she makes no sound at all. While the other kids all go "I WANT MY MUMMY AND DADDY AND AUNTIE! I WANT TO GO HOME!", she just stands at a corner and wait till I notice her. Her eyes look super pretty when she cries. Very..anime-like. Literally, tears welling up in her eyes. It almost looks shiny and ah, just so pretty. I know it's weird to say that but I still must say it =.= Once she stops crying, she will start following me around and where ever she goes, she wants me to hold her hand and follow her. Where ever she sits, she will pull up a chair for me to sit beside her. How sweet is that? Though she does not say much, I find her very special. Maybe because she's always so peaceful while the rest of the kids are pushing around. She's the only one that knows how to stand away from conflicts and fights, while the other girls probably just sit there and wait to get hit by the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpsETqZFDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i6o-1de40oI/s1600/p7601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpsETqZFDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i6o-1de40oI/s320/p7601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407253123865056306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, yes, this is not a picture of kids. Sorry to disappoint you Cheryl aka Octomum, I know you like ogling at young children. (More pics of the kids will be on facebook after Friday (: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this IS a picture of us on the way to Changi Village, a place I never got to see. ): Hopefully, we'll find another day where all 6 of us can make it and actually make it to Changi Village.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;And this time, no more squeaky bikes can? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6170073019516494687?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6170073019516494687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6170073019516494687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6170073019516494687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6170073019516494687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-realised-that-i-only-have-3-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwpktpUOSpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GbGDP-qvxx4/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4397123354490991198</id><published>2009-11-21T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:11:46.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot be left alone at home. Because I will be bored, and start thinking about really crappy (and emo) things while watching comedies like Hannah Montana. Yes, that's me. I have spent the past few hours trying to type a post but I failed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, is anyone interested in playing badminton/barbecue/going out soon? I have been left to rot at home, or if not at home, at the child care centre. Being around children is making me childish. I started to rock my chair, and taking gibberish to my P2 sister who looks at me weirdly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of sister, my sister got into School Based Gifted Education for Lit/Lang Arts. That's like RA Lit. I must say I'm shocked. And sadly, I no longer am the "smart one" around. There you go, I just lost my one and only title. And what's more, next year I don't have a single RA (unless I go for humans programme?) which further makes me,well, not as smart as someone in SBGE Lit/LA. I feel the need to prove that I can do better. But how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I do get into humans programme, do I accept it? Knowing that I have to take Lit? Knowing that I might not get all As? Well, forget law school. I think I really need an education, which I feel I have been deprived of for the past 2 years. Memorising biology/chem/physics isn't education, at least for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, haha. Something funny popped into my head. I never got round to memorising the reactivity series AT ALL, and also the solubility table. I wonder how I passed chemistry. But this proves that I haven't got even a single drop of passion for chemistry, so much so that I can't be bothered to memorise the basics of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, let's add this into my to do list. I need to find someone who can recite the reactivity series and solubility table again and again and again and again.......and again and again and again for me, so that I can recite it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my to do list? Hair cut, weight loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, rereading my post made me realise sibling rivalry does exist. I don't like it. But it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4397123354490991198?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4397123354490991198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4397123354490991198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4397123354490991198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4397123354490991198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cannot-be-left-alone-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-830346114368938068</id><published>2009-11-20T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:31:17.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwXivOrlTEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lHinhzHEx00/s1600/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwXivOrlTEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lHinhzHEx00/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405976228750773314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I'll let pictures do the talking for me, because that was what yesterday was all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you cheryl for that lovely, lovely note. And the past tense of burst is....BURST! =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-830346114368938068?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/830346114368938068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=830346114368938068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/830346114368938068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/830346114368938068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suppose-ill-let-pictures-do-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SwXivOrlTEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lHinhzHEx00/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2724829734735506323</id><published>2009-11-19T06:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:08:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am wide awake at 630am because there is this stupid bee in my room. It keeps buzzing and buzzing and it just won't fly away even after I open the windows. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And over 8 hours later, here I am again. I spent less than an hour putting contact lenses on (a HUGE accomplishment I must say), but the right side feels funny and I am getting a slight headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today has been rather crappy. I went out in the morning to collect testimonials from school, and I had to go home myself because my mum/sis went to see my little sis at prize presentation. Yes, that little kid got 2nd in class. 2nd! I wanted to go to the mrt station, so I took 190 from school. The bus stopped to pick up a passenger from Far East (one stop before the MRT) Mind you, the bus was so full I was standing on the steps and yet the driver let one passenger in. And that bloody fat passenger came in and squeezed her way into the centre of the bus. Suddenly, the driver said, 1 person need to go out. And I looked at the fat ass squeezing her way, hoping she would see me and get my message. The driver repeated himself and the whole bus looked at me because I was closest to the door. I stomped out, furious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, is it not obvious that the last person who entered should go out? Is that not common courtesy? And why the hell did the whole bus look at me. Me? Why am I the one to go out? I came in before that fat ass. HAS EVERYONE LOST THEIR COMMON SENSE. I swear, if I had not been in school uniform I would have called out to the fat ass and made her leave. This is not the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Equality does not exist in Singapore. I will not leave the bus if I am not the last one to get up, and I will not give up my seat, give up whatever to the elderly or whoever. Just because society has NEVER treated me with such grace and there is no reason why I should be gracious anymore. I have tried to be a good citizen and I have been giving up seats (of course, don't get me wrong. The act of giving up seats is just one of the many things we can do to make Singapore a gracious society). But I am sorry (not), I refuse to do good anymore because you have shown me why Singapore can never, ever become the gracious society they want to be. No one has shown youth the respect they deserve. That's it. There is no reason why I should go on tolerating the shit they give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being angry is of no use, and what's more, it gives wrinkles. Darn you people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I stomped my way to kino since I was so angry and now I am too tired. I doubt I can survive tonight, though I am definitely excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2724829734735506323?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2724829734735506323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2724829734735506323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2724829734735506323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2724829734735506323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-wide-awake-at-630am-because-there.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-183573666020906848</id><published>2009-11-16T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:17:23.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to a particular childcare centre for WEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see kids crying the whole morning, screaming for "auntie" and "mummy and daddy". The worst case was a kid who kept saying "auntie dont want me anymore" even though i told him she'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little girl got trampled on, really. The boy was ON her (I mean his feet was on her). And she didn't cry. Was this a norm? Did she get stepped on every day? Why the hell was she sent here to get stepped on? And why did the other teachers not care? (Because there were other kids screaming and crying, thats why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their food is pathetic. I don't know what the kids eat for lunch. And the milo they get...let me show you. The milo level is from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, yes. And it was in a mini cup. No wonder all of them could drink it in a gulp and they kept asking for more. Come on man, what is this. Rationing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence childcare is a crappy place to grow up. But there were a few really sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this pair of twins, a boy and a girl. When it was nap time, I was patting some other kid off to sleep. I turned my head, and saw two of them patting each other. It is so cute, they look so happy! And the older brother is fiercly protective of his sister, to the extent that she must sit beside him or he will cry. Yes, the brother cries, not the sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, a boy woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep. He saw me patting this girl, and he came over to do the same. So I stopped, and smiled at him. Next, he leaned forward to kiss her and the girl woke up and laughed. Okay this is sort of creepy, not sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfortunately, my attachment ends on 26th november. Every day I shall see upset kids because their parents and maids "dumped" them here. Well, I shall take it as life experience. This experience will make me a more patient and caring person, I hope. (Making kids stop crying, stop fighting, stop jumping on tables stop throwing things at each other etc etc better work)This way, I won't accidentally murder my own kids in future when they irritate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-183573666020906848?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/183573666020906848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=183573666020906848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/183573666020906848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/183573666020906848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-particular-childcare-centre-for.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1015390533689251402</id><published>2009-11-15T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:34:37.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I dont like physics&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have no choice. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am forced into this. By society and family. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I cannot believe I just did this. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted by subject combi very reluctantly. I cannot believe I did that. It felt like I betrayed my inner self. And chose something that was expected of me, rather than what I wanted. But in life, we can never get what we want all the time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its okay. Sec 3-4, i keep telling myself, by JC i will not need to read physics/bio/chem anymore. But here I am, telling myself, its okay, just two more years and I'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's next? Physics in UNI? Spare me, please! When am I going to find the courage to do what I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE. ME. LAB COAT. Uhh, measuring the time taken for feathers to free fall. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fine, its not a matter of what I like. I scored better in humanities these 2 years with less effort put in. Is that not a sign that I shouldn't be taking physics? And hell, what a way to begin JC life. Start by hating your subject combination. I congratulate myself for screwing up.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1015390533689251402?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1015390533689251402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1015390533689251402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1015390533689251402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1015390533689251402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-like-physics-i-have-no-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6606156768106610944</id><published>2009-11-14T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:16:24.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A largely incoherent post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say that I had a fulfilling day, what a way to start the holidays!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Vivant camp, here I come! (: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I will not pangseh Jim on the track anymore. Sorry friend! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December seems to be crashing down on me. No breakwaters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in January, we will go to school with our dirty uniforms with paint splashed all over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we will have new CCAs, new classmates, no classrooms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who isn't excited?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6606156768106610944?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6606156768106610944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6606156768106610944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6606156768106610944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6606156768106610944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/largely-incoherent-post.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1263471805067334986</id><published>2009-11-13T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:34:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contacts again. I really like Cheryl's friend, Sabrina. And I wish I could be so true to myself in face of societal pressure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit its raining! I wonder what happened to Yunshu and her Miao-vin? ): She brought along a really pretty dress and its a pity if they didnt get to play in the sun together ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the end of the 2 day arts fest programme in school. Frankly its a failure. Yes, to an outsider the school is bustling with activities. But all the basking is in vain, for there are no (student) audiences and rarely do teachers actually come by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love 408): Though we will go our separate ways (e.g. Kueh going to the isolated humans programme and the rest of the world taking BCMX), I will hang on to every memory I had with you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sv0ct9TObUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4Fn5aRxuhLw/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sv0ct9TObUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4Fn5aRxuhLw/s320/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403506703789354306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Clown Head rules (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PCMH, PCME, or PCMTSD? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H for interest and a very possible A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E for practicality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and TSD for pure fun and makes a serious combi less stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time passes I still feel PCMX is too serious but HELM is too risky and i am still stuck. I flip coins every day and every day they tell me different things. I will flip again on monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit I haven't put in much thought after talking to jim, junwei and pineapple head. And that was months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1263471805067334986?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1263471805067334986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1263471805067334986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1263471805067334986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1263471805067334986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/contacts-again.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sv0ct9TObUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4Fn5aRxuhLw/s72-c/IMG_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5489371359863995010</id><published>2009-11-12T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:45:34.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warning: A rambly long rant ahead. On a really dumb topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress costs X ($)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoes costs 2X&lt;br /&gt;My bracelet costs 2X&lt;br /&gt;My bag costs 0.5X&lt;br /&gt;My earrings costs 0.5X&lt;br /&gt;My ring costs 0.5x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contacts costs 3X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair/makeup potentially costs 4X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my dress is less than a tenth of my expenditure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried. How can my dress be less than a tenth? Shouldn't the dress cost the most? This is not making any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel very sad that I have to conform to societal norms and wear contacts. I mean, why spend hours stuffing lens into your eyes and making your eyes go all red and making you super frustrated. Okay fine I can't wear contacts at all. I hate it. It is a waste of time and I am better off doing something else like, not wearing contacts. (And now i'm very scared but i still have to force myself to wear it so that well, i won't be like taylor swift with specs in her video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate being vain. I should not be vain. It is after all, something rather superficial, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right. For once I wished I were a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to worry whether out clothes, accessories, bags and shoes match. Like, so many things, what are the odds of them matching anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, guys can look cool if they wear cool specs but as long as we wear specs its just not right, for an occasion like prom at least. It probably says a lot about yourself, how much you care about what others think of you and most of all, what you think of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one hair is a problem. I don't like sitting on the chair for hours waiting for my hair to become curly/shiny/blue/short/long/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI, i hate shopping when a purpose is attached to it. I love shopping with no particular aim in mind. But when it becomes, OKAY SHOES NOW LET'S GO....AND NOW LET'S GO FIND A NICE NECKLACE....-rush here-  -rush there-. Shopping becomes hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type that has regrets, but seriously. I regret agreeing to go to prom. I will learn my lesson. No more proms for me in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shopping. I no longer aspire to be a shopaholic. D: &lt; (Yes, my dream was to be a shopaholic who never ran out of money and have my own walk in closet like hannah montana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not. I just hate shopping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? After Os, I remain as a stressed and unhappy kid. Thank you, prom. Prom is a week away and I have yet to shed a single kg. Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5489371359863995010?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5489371359863995010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5489371359863995010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5489371359863995010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5489371359863995010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-rambly-long-rant-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-452445009054478835</id><published>2009-11-10T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:14:19.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese Os are over. I refuse to talk about it to anyone. Thanks for understanding, or not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent 50 bucks on Sins chocolate. Confessions of a shopaholic. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need.to.curb.spending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But prom's in a week and spending is therefore justified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilton hotel is lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-452445009054478835?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/452445009054478835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=452445009054478835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/452445009054478835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/452445009054478835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-os-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4655758132378731354</id><published>2009-09-08T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:44:34.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5FN3hj5t7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5FN3hj5t7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving rise to new alleles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inherited gene mutations, and meiosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over, mate selection, environmental too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature, diet nutrients, and light intensity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benzene, tobacco tar! Break phosphate backbone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol is bad! And preserved meat too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses like HIV, UV rays from sun ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionizing radiation, X rays and gamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antibiotic Resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptive response to allow microbes to tolerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By spontaneous mutation and conjugation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transduction (from another bacteria) and to transform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects of mutation are sometimes good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Limone, cholesterol is not a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cystic fibrosis, albinism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UV light gives us cross-linked thymine dimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus 1**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chromosomal mutations, like translocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deletion is when the middle falls out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translocation, they exchange their AGCTs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inversion, they rotate after falling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duplication in homologous chromosomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene mutation in sickle cell mutation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A base causes the amino acid to be altered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cystic fibrosis, lethal autosomal recessive conditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneuplidy and polysomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiosis cannot seperate chromosome 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nondisjunction error trisonomy 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monosomy turner’s syndome, XO XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frameshift! Insert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point Mutation! Misense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense! Silent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transversion! Pyramidine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what? A purine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s a linkage? Inheritance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how? Together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you learnt? MUTATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- By Wan Jing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, inspired by RYAN HIGA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, to everyone struggling with bio, ALL THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4655758132378731354?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4655758132378731354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4655758132378731354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4655758132378731354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4655758132378731354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/09/lyrics-chorus-1-mutations-giving-rise.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6912243411557992986</id><published>2009-09-07T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:54:52.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>070909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I log onto facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day of your life, Wan Jing, we believe God wants you to know...&lt;br /&gt;... that faith is exactly what it takes to get through uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is not necessary when you know how things are going to work out, - that's knowledge. &lt;strong&gt;It's in the time of unknowing that having faith is what sees you through to the other side. &lt;/strong&gt;Faith is what gives you strength. Faith is that light in your heart that keeps on shining even when it's all darkness outside. Now is the time to keep that faith alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this application gave me whatever I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one hell of a mess. I woke up in the morning to do RI Math differentiation questions, for math tuition, and concluded that I wont do well for math. So i moved on to bio, and realised that I don't know what an operon is. neither do i know anything about activators repressors and whateverelsethereis. but then i calmed myself down and said, the least i could do is TRY, right? And I did and I am glad to say i finally understood what an operon is/does! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to facebook, as usual, to waste time ): I'm glad I did, for the quote gave me newfound strength! I admit, I am terrified. In fact, beyond terrified, about the next week of school. Science, math, history exams all crammed in 4 days. I don't know how, but I hope i'll get through it fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the previous week of exams I had. Going home late after french prelims on 3 separate days, rushing to study philo/eng/ss/chinese...and still obliged to sleep early for the lack of energy would be a killer- literally. I can remember how tired i was on the day I had 4 hours of chinese and another 2 of french, any RG person who took french would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am, still alive and kicking. I got through that week. Though the upcoming week is filled with ten times as much anxiety (and I'm already beginning to feel really horrible about exams), I really hope the daily quotes will help me realise that no matter what, keep trying and pull through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thank You God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6912243411557992986?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6912243411557992986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6912243411557992986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6912243411557992986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6912243411557992986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/09/070909-i-log-onto-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2344478879445143503</id><published>2009-08-29T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:45:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day he comes home I really feel like killing myself. As if the stress from schoolwork is not enough, I now have to listen to him totally scold me for not switching on the air con. ITS MY OWN FREAKING PROBLEM. I DONT WANT TO SWITCH ON THE AIR CON, SO WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT AND WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DONT YOU DARE STOP ME FROM EATING ICE CREAM. I DONT CARE IF IT COSTS 4.90 FOR JUST ONE CUP ITS NICE AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY. STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME MISERABLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i will not, i repeat, i will not be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I am ever going to do well for my exams. He will be here the whole of september holidays= i cannot concentrate on studying because every single thing i do will result in a scolding= i will flunk my exams. my sept hols are CRUCIAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, im totally going to starbucks to study and pamper myself with coffee and cakes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL REDUCE MY TIME SPENT AT HOME. I WILL ONLY COME HOME AT 8PM EVERY DAY AFTER DINNER. that way, i will not need to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. I think the song by emily osment and mitchel musso is awesome. called If I Didnt Have You from disneymania6. and All the Way Up by emily osment is currently highest on my iTunes top 25 most played list. and I only downloaded it this morning. ;D eat that, cyrus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2344478879445143503?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2344478879445143503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2344478879445143503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2344478879445143503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2344478879445143503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5744023502293308965</id><published>2009-08-28T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:21:54.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August 28th, the last day of formal lessons i will ever have in rgs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to describe how I feel. On one hand, its sheer relief. I have survived through 4 years ofeducation in this school. The teachers have done their job, and now it is up to me to perform well during exams to do them proud. And that's where the stress comes from. Expectations of others and self. On another hand, i'll really miss the routines. Mr Chua's one sweep of the radar, Mr Chia's doctor horrible and geek language, Mr Toh's quirkyness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the lesson I'll miss the most is history.I have grown to love not only this subject, but the humanities. Thank you Mr Law! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scares me to think how little time I have left in this school. It's been 4 years. I feel like I've somewhat grown, but not to the level of a JC student yet, both in terms of academics and maturity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRv7PXU-l2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRv7PXU-l2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5744023502293308965?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5744023502293308965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5744023502293308965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5744023502293308965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5744023502293308965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-28th-last-day-of-formal-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1642157046635873768</id><published>2009-08-23T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:24:20.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SpEzd-p0rzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/N-VvG2vWmzw/s1600-h/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SpEzd-p0rzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/N-VvG2vWmzw/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373132420557352754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture depicts three people during AYC. one of them is the "lamp post" or, dian deng pao. The dian deng pao is wearing stripes, and should not be in the picture. The other two, yunshu and her favourite pet cat, miaoveen, look perfectly happy together. No inferences can be drawn here, or yunshu will get her pet cat to claw you O: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there, just as i promised. on a more serious note, i really miss the happiness i felt at ayc. it felt like heaven, literally. and as i was looking through the photos, i suddenly remembered the china people's comment on weng keong(or however you spell his name), how he looks more and more shuai as you see him more. which is true, because i have been relooking photos and, woah. HAHA and no rumour spreading please, its just a comment. its like me saying dhanin is damn cute, he is he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DHANIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may you remain as adorable as you are! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1642157046635873768?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1642157046635873768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1642157046635873768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1642157046635873768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1642157046635873768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-picture-depicts-three-people.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SpEzd-p0rzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/N-VvG2vWmzw/s72-c/IMG_2193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4248495264430249789</id><published>2009-08-17T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:54:35.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the reason why my headaches will never go away is because of the fact i will always have things bogging me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. tomorrow chinese, thursday phy/chem, monday ss pt.&lt;br /&gt;e.g. CHEM is not a good combi, so its either HELM (very, very risky and itll be a shocking move) or BCME, or PCME. so its byebye dream combi ): -sigh- that is what you get when your parents are unsupportive people. i overheard my mum mocking my original combi choice over the phone. you could be at least, a little more sensitive to my feelings. but since when do you care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minute i turn my head, i feel dizzy. when i walk up the stairs, i feel dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the sun during PE. PE was horrifying. coughed for 10 bloody minutes while the teacher watched us whack each other with floorball sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im being tortured by, well, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4248495264430249789?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4248495264430249789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4248495264430249789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4248495264430249789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4248495264430249789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-reason-why-my-headaches-will.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7920054474334155665</id><published>2009-08-13T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:19:07.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnQqfRp8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/d5q4PLP6omI/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnQqfRp8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/d5q4PLP6omI/s320/IMG_2042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369459822969333698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnQqfRp8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/d5q4PLP6omI/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AYC was a blast! First day, after orientation, i KNEW, i JUST KNEW, that group 4 was the best group I could ever ask for. The smiles, the jokes and the unwavering support and enthusiasm they gave me was simply fantastic. We had awesome group dynamics- the eye candy (DHANIN!), the joker, (SEETOH!), the serious (HANG2) and the supportive (HANG1). yes, they are all in the photo! ;D Man I really miss all of you): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo was taken during a world cafe session, which well, i screwed up. but thanks to everyone who was tolerant and tried to understand what I was saying. KUDOS TO NGHI for being the saviour and impressing everyone with his extensive knowledge of econs ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its quite funny how ash/zhiming seem such an unlikely couple! but they are so cute together. then there's seetoh/linh, omg the scandalous pair who slept together on the same bed in the hotel room! and now their facebook reads "i miss you so much especially seetoh" which is really cute. aw man, things do change very quickly doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnQqfRp8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/d5q4PLP6omI/s1600-h/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnPwA4wXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OBvcjGmy_4I/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnPwA4wXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OBvcjGmy_4I/s320/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369459807272616306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then this is my amazing country group- VIETNAM MOT! Mot means ONE in vietnamese. I CAN COUNT TO TEN IN VIETNAMESE, thanks to nghi and hang for teaching me! and i can sing the addition song! mot vooi mot hai tham... okay if i typed it out itll look quite weird because its the pronunciation and not actual vietnamese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love their plan. it embodies every value- awareness, action, advocacy. i really hope they carry it out! Most of the times at AYC was spent with this group, slacking around during country based working sessions. I remember the times where me, ash, kanages and nghi took a few pictures during CBWS because we were bored. once again, i want to go to vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At asian civilisations museum, I saw this vietnamese water puppet show. it intrigued me loads and i really want to go watch it! I want to visit hanoi and ho chih min, where my delegates are from ): and i want to visit nghi's hometown because he has quite a lot of stories to share ! ahh ayc ayc ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnPwA4wXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/OBvcjGmy_4I/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZ9dAqEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p1EsNTPn5cg/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZ9dAqEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p1EsNTPn5cg/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461082190555202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZ9dAqEI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p1EsNTPn5cg/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so here comes the part where I thank everyone. Of course, thank you all delegates- from Singapore, China, Indonesia and Vietnam for being such a FUN BUNCH to be with! Love all of you loads and we'll keep in touch through facebook! Im so glad that they have facebook! Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, first, my lovely SLOs, ash and kanages. Without you guys, i think things will be a little too serious! You guys are like the life and the party of the group. I love hearing your laughter and seeing your smiles everywhere you go. You guys have been awesome throughout the convention, dealing with my tantrums and emoing and what not! I really hope you have enjoyed having me as your facils, for I can never ask for a better pair of SLOs! (and im so glad both of you are from RG, if I had one RG and one VS SLO, i suppose we cannot maintain our reputation as the cleanest group around town ;D!) but then again, tsk tsk ash... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a special shoutout to kanages, who is also my crying buddy. Haha, we scared the heck out of Leon but never mind. Its nice to have someone cry with me. I dont mean it in a sadistic way. Rather, with ash and nghi so calm and composed, i would have felt like some loser crying after farewell. but thank goodness you were there. thanks for your support, beside me on the bus! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZe5BHbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cC7KLgZqMjc/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZe5BHbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cC7KLgZqMjc/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461073986526642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQoZe5BHbI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cC7KLgZqMjc/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last but definitely not the least, NGHI! when I first heard that you were my co facil, i was rather worried because I knew you knew ALOT of things, from econs to life experiences, and well I cannot match up to that! But im glad that you have helped me alot along the way, and you never once gave me the feeling that I am inadequate. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to have you as my cofacil, for if I had gotten someone less enthusiastic, Im quite sure my whole AYC experience will be ruined. The times we hung out with delegates, bought them macs, shopping and everywhere and anywhere, is something I will treasure. And thanks for being my going-home buddy! The times we had to stay out late because of AYC, especially the day when we left YMCA at 12am, was rather creepy if you had to face the journey home alone. But because we are group 4, YOU ARE NEVER ALONE! WOO! (cheesy but heck) So thanks for being awesome company through long mrt rides (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group 4 Faclozz really make a good team, dont you think? Everytime I pass by Bugis Junction's Food Junction, i will feel really nostalgic. We first ate there together after the consultation session, and then once again during AYC with VIETNAM MOT, and finally after the closing ceremony. Beef noodles for nghi, chicken rice for kanages and ash, and prata for me ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AYC 4th-11th August 09, a week I will never ever forget for the rest of my life (: I miss everyone, and may the SLOs cheer up. Don't cry in school anymore, BE STRONG OKAY! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wan jing ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7920054474334155665?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7920054474334155665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7920054474334155665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7920054474334155665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7920054474334155665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/ayc-was-blast-first-day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SoQnQqfRp8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/d5q4PLP6omI/s72-c/IMG_2042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3397258024150690993</id><published>2009-08-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:42:49.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i move on to my AYC post, I MUST COMMENT ON SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TODAY&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so kueh went to say hi to some particular someone whose name must not be mentioned on my blog, and that someone, being arrogant and whatnot, totally daoed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, how CHILDISH can people get man!? Like its our problem and you act as if all my friends are in the wrong too? Like woah, youll end up hating everyone in no time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, as i was telling kueh, some people are just so, so so so childish and bitchy. goodness. like everytime someone mentions her name i think of this figure, strutting around the school, with her face in a frown. it is quite unsightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3397258024150690993?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3397258024150690993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3397258024150690993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3397258024150690993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3397258024150690993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-i-move-on-to-my-ayc-post-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1003776842726723638</id><published>2009-07-31T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:01:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what&lt;div&gt;youre the one thats not remourseful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think i apologised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you're right, i didnt mean it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course i didnt mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologising to someone like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;id rather apologise to some..shit on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least its more worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you, go on with your pretense. on how youre almighty and not wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive never seen someone with less heart. ive been deceived by this demon for 4 years. and thank goodness ive seen her true colours today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAN JING BE STRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit cannot get to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasted 2 hours trying to reason out to a brick wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, since im at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so fucking damn annoying to know someone like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raffles people are professional. they do not:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. stomp away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. bitch-blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bitch blogging to a bitch blogger is justified especially when the bitch is her, duh. and i hope she sees this! she can burst a blood vessel, die and cease to exist on earth. BITCH BE GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1003776842726723638?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1003776842726723638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1003776842726723638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1003776842726723638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1003776842726723638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-what-youre-one-thats-not.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8303863933068981877</id><published>2009-07-31T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:03:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE FINAL AYC SESSION BEFORE THE ACTUAL CONVENTION! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, SEARCH PARTY TOMORROW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck x 1001, i beat you. my attitude rocks to the (hard)core!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go ahead, STRUT and frown. may the force just beat you down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8303863933068981877?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8303863933068981877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8303863933068981877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8303863933068981877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8303863933068981877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-final-ayc-session-before-actual.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-311801528786281170</id><published>2009-07-29T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:56:30.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. please, give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, it's still my fault. yeah go ahead write your long post on how i what, refused to call the teacher when you could have well called her yourself? thanks for not considering how i was feeling after hearing i had to REDO my whole SS PT because it was going in the wrong direction. thanks for forgetting how screwed I felt because i had convention and no extension for ss pt, no deferment for math or whatever. thanks for adding on to my troubles then. thanks so much "friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you keep pointing back at sec one. yeah but i can tell you sec 2-3 was real. until you singlehandedly destroyed everything in sec 4. how you stormed off, oh yes it was in extreme sadness. over what? over me refusing to call a teacher? do friends stomp off just because someone refuses to call a teacher? obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why its my fault again? you said i wasted your time. you can call the teacher first. but you wouldnt. so why is it my fault when you refuse to pick up the phone? that is something you cannot answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you call me vicious. i viciously rejected you. i said, no i wont call. yeah right thats so vicious it tears out your heart? goodness. who was the vicious one? making me call. you wont admit it but think about it. asking me: can you call? can you call? can you call? that is called pressurising. and then, now saying that i treated you like an idiot? the fact that I am even entertaining you by waiting for you to pick up the phone and call the teacher is called respect for someone who has no respect for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i dont do what you say, then im treating you like an idiot? yeah. sure if thats what you say. since youre always right and can never be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont even have guts to talk to me. you dont even have guts to pick up my phone call after i read your post. and when i wanted to say something on msn, oh yeah you blocked me. too scared to face me? or too ashamed. i wanted to resolve this, and perhaps apologise but you prefer doing this the very shrewed way, through blogging. you even COPY AND PASTE my WHOLE post so the world knows who you are talking about. that is just so low and FYI, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what can I say? 4 years already and you still stick to this method of reprimanding me? its like france in world war 2. go ahead, cry all you want. Have as much fun crying as much as I did. but to be wronged by the same person, twice, is too much. you are certainly an angel in disguise. youre just a coward, afraid to face up after a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, I wanted to leave the fam table and you beat me to it. you cant even think of original ways to get back to me. not only beat me to leaving, but beat me at a game i thought i was very good at- being childish. kudos to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-311801528786281170?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/311801528786281170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=311801528786281170' 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such petty creatures, and even i don't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they're happy they treat you nicely&lt;br /&gt;but once they are unhappy they turn into monsters hiding behind that facade, and point fingers at you when THEY are the ones causing trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at how she twisted everything around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me. 4 years ive been in this school and I still haven't gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry i'll try to change my fam seating, if not im not even going for fam. the thought of having to see such people. i dont have to see you and you dont have to see me. there. happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2014443258887249932?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7776442296087477703</id><published>2009-07-28T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:21:29.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so at the end of the day, which is more important to you?&lt;div&gt;academics vs doing well in academics vs commitment to asean youth convention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wan jing used to be decisive but now she has problems deciding. it didn't take her long to decide to sign up and be a facil. it didn't take her long to decide she has to make sacrifices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end, she cant decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're such a useless person, who cant decide what she wants to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crucial decision. life/death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;)':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had any more to give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushing me so far &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i am without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink to all that we have lost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mistakes we have made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything will change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7776442296087477703?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7776442296087477703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7776442296087477703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7776442296087477703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7776442296087477703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-at-end-of-day-which-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6253751092218250986</id><published>2009-07-26T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:12:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading the papers on how some students who topped the cohort in places like oxford/ivy league schools.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacrificed social life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 hours of slogging a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't talk to friends who study the same subjects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny thing was the 3 people featured was all from cat high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must remind yixin not to send her sons there, though i think theyll all be too smart to go there anyways ;D i think itll break her heart to see them study so hard and ignore her, or she might feel guilty for being a slacker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO DO YOUR GEOG PT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6253751092218250986?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6253751092218250986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6253751092218250986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6253751092218250986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6253751092218250986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-reading-papers-on-how-some.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3776876908082008045</id><published>2009-07-24T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:25:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good end to a horrendous week of conflict- both personal and interpersonal. But in the end, i did learn a lesson from all the crap. I hope I have improved, at least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was the consultation session! frankly i wasnt looking forward to it because it seemed like a boring mundane talk about our expectations/strengths/weaknesses for AYC. In the end, i was quite entertained. I am super thankful that fellow faclozz are cool kids ;D and i think we can work together well! Today's dinner with them was like our mini bonding session and this makes me all the more pumped up for ayc! ashlynna/kangnes are really lovely darlings, and apparently nghi once called in to SOO! and he was talking about wushu and soo asked if she could wrap a wushu stick in pink for extra points. no wonder when i said i listen to soo, he immediately said THAT BIMBO??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but darn, tomorrow is another day spent at ayc, somemore its going to be super dry. discussions, and a talk on details of convention (=50 pages of where everyone should be during the convention)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my back still hurts from floorball. (i can never get their strong tough backs!) and my attempt to do weights gave me aches all the more. i stupidly listened to the trainer from the biggest loser season 4, and he said to do weights while standing on one leg. THIS WILL CAUSE MISALIGNMENT OF SPINE, apparently. idk why but yes it will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, time to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;health is wealth so if i sleep and dont study and fail exams and have no future, then at least i still have wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quirkology! draw a q on your forhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you drew a q in a way that you read it correctly, it means you are individualistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you drew a q in a way which others read it correctly, you are more people centred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.quirkology.com will replace facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3776876908082008045?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3776876908082008045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3776876908082008045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3776876908082008045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3776876908082008045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-was-good-end-to-horrendous-week.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-502725598683350955</id><published>2009-07-21T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:27:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;why do i bother to tell you in the first place? because you are my friend and you need to know that. no matter how angry i get, it will always be temporary. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;disclaimer: except for one case, in which anger is permanent and i have no intention of giving a fuck. but you, do you think i want to stay mad at you over a freaking table? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get out of school. ill stay in the library and do my own stuff but please dont bring me back to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday KUEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-502725598683350955?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/502725598683350955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=502725598683350955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/502725598683350955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/502725598683350955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-i-bother-to-tell-you-in-first.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-9128122789663689180</id><published>2009-07-16T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:58:57.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;there are some things you can never forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them, is causing harm to not just anyone, but someone whom youve worked ever so closely with, and that person has been supportive, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of my decision, her mum threatened to commit suicide and threatened to throw all the umbrellas down from the 10th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mum screamed at her for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while what was i doing? i was helplessly trying to phone the rest of the group up to see if we can solve her problem. i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have failed. as a friend and as not just as a member of the team, but a team leader. im downright fucking lousy and i cant even take care of the welfare of my team members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how many times have i told you that crying is just stupid? STUPID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you weakling.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and I TAKE ALL THAT BACK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. came to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. she stood there and waited for us to FIND her in the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. threw down the box at least 4 times on the way up because it was too heavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. threw a HUGE tantrum because she has to carry this to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. pissed everyone off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. told me off for ruining her day "thank you for brightening up my afternoon" sarcasm..how original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw, let me post the famous quote here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I CANNOT HAVE THE UMBRELLAS IN MY ROOM ANYMORE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I ALSO CANNOT TRANSPORT THEM TO SCHOOL ANYMORE THERE IS NO WAY I CAN DO SO IT IS TOO HEAVY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"IM NEVER GOING TO PUT THOSE STUFF IN MY HOUSE ANYMORE  YOU CAN GO SETTLE THE FUCKING PROBLEM ALL BY YOURSELF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you want to compete with me by counting how many times we use the word fuck? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine me, doing a bit of work, then suddenly coming to my phone to see this FUCKING SMS FROM A FUCKING SOME-FUCKING-BODY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well LET ME TELL YOU FUCKER THIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DONT FUCKING SCREAM AT ME USING YOUR FUCKING CAPITALS AND WHATFUCKINGSHITS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU WANT MY HELP YOU FUCKING SHOULD KNOW BETTER AND ASK ME FUCKING NICELY TO HELP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YOU FUCKING BETTER LET US GO TO YOUR HOUSE TO COLLECT THE UMBRELLAS TOMORROW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK YOU AND GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU FUCKER FUCK THE FACT THAT I HAVE TO WORK WITH YOU FOR ANOTHER FUCKING 2 MONTHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hereby declare myself the winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoever is the next person who angers me...watch out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-9128122789663689180?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/9128122789663689180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=9128122789663689180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9128122789663689180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/9128122789663689180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-some-things-you-can-never.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-613214371003255991</id><published>2009-07-10T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:29:26.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me, being 16 already, i think i am capable of judging what I want or do not want to do and you, being 40+(?) cannot read my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-613214371003255991?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/613214371003255991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=613214371003255991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/613214371003255991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/613214371003255991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-being-16-already-i-think-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2392074557502014956</id><published>2009-06-27T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:44:17.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1hr 20mins more till the end of pillowfight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably the last time i'll hear her in quite a long while. )': what a way to end the hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye michael jackson ): im sorry i never knew how great your music was until i saw this mix of your songs (which you did yourself). im sorry i dont have twitter or i would have twitter-ed alot about you every half an hour yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye soo):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye my (12-3am) sms buddy D: okay its not goodbye but itll be goodbye to the "good ol' times" where we lay in darkness listening and smsing away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2392074557502014956?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2392074557502014956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2392074557502014956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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this. &lt;div&gt;if you care, youll be involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you dont, i wont give a fucking damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont sit there and expect me to delegate work to you. im not an idiot. why should i waste my time waiting for you to get things done when i can get someone else to do it for twice as fast, twice as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wash my hands off you (all), and i dont really care anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2776284166501745683?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2776284166501745683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2776284166501745683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2776284166501745683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2776284166501745683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/aiya-i-give-up-trying-to-get-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4256514569050219023</id><published>2009-06-24T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:18:37.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was trying to fix up this transformer lego toy thing yesterday. i thought it would make me tired but instead it made me super awake. note to self: no more lego!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holidays are ending. what now? no more relaxing late night chatting, no more waking up past 10am, no more crazy fun fun fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was trying to figure out ac dc circuits electricity magnetism and whatnot, and realised hell yeah. im, stereotypically, a girl. and physics is just not my thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have yet to do my french homework. simply lost interest in french already. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to school tomorrow to collect physics file and to do math with mrs ban. i hope i wont get too lost with differentiating log/expo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4256514569050219023?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4256514569050219023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4256514569050219023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4256514569050219023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4256514569050219023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-trying-to-fix-up-this-transformer.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8899819618003377296</id><published>2009-06-23T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:00:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am back from malaysia, HEALTHY AND VERY WELL THANK YOU&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my piano teacher cancelled my piano lesson tomorrow because she says its not safe. wth, im not feverish and im not coughing. i even had the energy to go for a jog right after i reached home (and thus i havent unpacked. bad girl). how dare you suggest that im infected with h1n1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week of school holidays, i need a study buddy to keep me in check. volunteers, anyone? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please prolong my school hols! PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8899819618003377296?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8899819618003377296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8899819618003377296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8899819618003377296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8899819618003377296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-back-from-malaysia-healthy-and-very.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5249041443985572069</id><published>2009-06-18T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:13:37.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sjkjv86NXsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d1Kcs5Vr-do/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sjkjv86NXsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d1Kcs5Vr-do/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345339190271682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for some reason, i think (several individuals within) this group of people mean a lot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only we could stay like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in say 3 years time we'll all be scattered all over the world already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while fun lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5249041443985572069?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5249041443985572069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5249041443985572069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5249041443985572069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5249041443985572069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-some-reason-i-think-several.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sjkjv86NXsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/d1Kcs5Vr-do/s72-c/IMG_0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3116190348140027901</id><published>2009-06-12T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:19:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from tioman!&lt;div&gt;1-20s will be up on facebook ;D HAHAHA and well, our sunset shots and other stuffs like that will be on facebook too (soon)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;checked my email for yfc stuff and @(*#)@*# overwhelmed. then preparation for asean youth convention (ayc) camp tomorrow. can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its surprising how i find more joy in being busy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3116190348140027901?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3116190348140027901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3116190348140027901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3116190348140027901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3116190348140027901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-tioman-1-20s-will-be-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-1491120547412808138</id><published>2009-06-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:03:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye dearies, will miss y'all when im at tioman &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-1491120547412808138?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/1491120547412808138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=1491120547412808138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1491120547412808138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/1491120547412808138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-dearies-will-miss-yall-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5819503322462391216</id><published>2009-06-06T20:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:04:42.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one thing i admire about him is that he is so dedicated to learning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness, when will i be like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5819503322462391216?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5819503322462391216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5819503322462391216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5819503322462391216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5819503322462391216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-i-was-initially-happy-that-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4994217213696330338</id><published>2009-06-04T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:23:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate you for making me reschedule everything i have because you insist i follow you overseas just to watch my sister make her ic. &lt;div&gt;i hate you for making me miss bio make up lessons and now i have to trouble the nice lady to return me my form so i can refill it up because you made me do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for making me reschedule french. only to realise i have to finish 2 lessons by 29th and the teacher only comes in on thursdays. so once i get back i only have ONE hour and ONE thursday so how you want me to make up two lessons? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for making me miss school math lesson because im already falling behind and thanks to you i fall behind more. you might as well pull me out of school so i can freaking live my life following you around making ICs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for interfering with my packing for tioman. you have to take out and mess up every single piece of clothing just like what you did at obs. and now even he is interfering and telling me what to bring and what not to bring. i dont care if its heavy i dont care if i have to trek its my arms i carry what i want to carry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am not going to do my english forum thing because i wanted to do it today but you made me so angry frustrated and upset that i cant even think straight so thanks there goes 5%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for making me miss CO camp because its my last one with RGCO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for making me miss MOECO camp because its the last one i'll ever have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for taking away the days i could have spent on my projects at hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate you for taking away the days i could have spent with people who actually bother to pretend to try to make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4994217213696330338?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4994217213696330338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4994217213696330338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4994217213696330338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4994217213696330338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-you-for-making-me-reschedule.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3901080984563798362</id><published>2009-06-03T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:37:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiaYehK3wPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdRKs-mdftU/s1600-h/DSC03804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiaYehK3wPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdRKs-mdftU/s320/DSC03804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343125657989136626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kueh, i INSIST that you get your private jet and send me to japan right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love your drawing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3901080984563798362?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiaYehK3wPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdRKs-mdftU/s72-c/DSC03804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-552212847037978940</id><published>2009-06-03T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:12:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"digressing is important because it sort of guides the discussion to where it should naturally flow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A Quotable Quote from Jim, on digression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-552212847037978940?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/552212847037978940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=552212847037978940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/552212847037978940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/552212847037978940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/digressing-is-important-because-it-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4234876509485915989</id><published>2009-06-01T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:39:45.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is interclass basketball and priya being priya will go and watch. while WJ will go shopping for potential buyers in J8/plaza sing. and magdalene and xinle can choose what they want to do ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;priya being priya will love interclass basketball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all know priya ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1030 the operation begins. and 1145 the hard work begins. at 1 the game begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4234876509485915989?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4234876509485915989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4234876509485915989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4234876509485915989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4234876509485915989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-is-interclass-basketball-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7307442033216021037</id><published>2009-05-31T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:06:15.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiIqvOgbaxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DPRc_gy6V3M/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiIqvOgbaxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DPRc_gy6V3M/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341879098851158802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who stayed home on the first day of June hols? Well, not me! Even that mugger cheryl didn't! Why? Well here's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at ecp roller blading! The shoes were so tight, even after I changed to the bigger size! Two hours(well..almost) spent roller blading made me sweat A LOT. so both of us felt super accomplished ;D It's a pity neither of us are experts, or else we would have gone past the slope. We SHOULD have gone past the slope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecp has an amazing view, really relaxing, should go there more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to macs, thanks for the coffee ;D Saw a group of RG girls, none of which I knew personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we attempted to find our way to Tampines 1. We walked, walked, walked for two freaking hours in the hot sun! Mind you, we were also tired from roller blading! It was so torturous I wanted to just scream. Thanks to our awesome sense of direction we FINALLY found the place. We were told to take bus 31, which we did. Took us really long to get T1. And it was NOT worth it because that place has neither neoprints nor fun stuff. Went to another mall, and i bought SOMETHING ;D WOO! Finally! Seemed like a long time since I actually splurged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank MORE. I was so thirsty that day! Then went to this open space/play ground to camwhore! Won't post the pictures here because I look absolutely fat in all of them. Went home, to realise my tuition was cancelled which actually meant I could have gone home much, much later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I had a good day and definitely, that was an awesome way to begin my holiday ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intend to seriously exercise more in june. Roller blading, cycling, badminton, tennis, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7307442033216021037?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7307442033216021037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7307442033216021037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7307442033216021037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7307442033216021037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-stayed-home-on-first-day-of-june.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SiIqvOgbaxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DPRc_gy6V3M/s72-c/IMG_1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2825568329099204218</id><published>2009-05-28T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:00:10.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bimbos have it easy. They don't have to study, spend their lives pampering themselves, marry themselves off to some millionaire and live happily ever after with their make up, nail polish and gorgeous blonde hair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they don't marry someone rich, they have stupid sleazy shows like S factor for them to participate, enjoy being a bimbo and get money. Which is why I say bimbos have it easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my mum, would you rather be a bimbo or a geek? She said geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to say she's stupid. It is politically correct to say geek, but really??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to be a geek meaning you want to live your life studying? Not having a normal teenage life? REALLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say bimbo. Because bimbos have it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(people call them bimbos, and it is supposed to be a bad thing to be bimbo. frankly, i think the rest of society wishes they were as gorgeous as bimbos, and is therefore jealous, and therefore dislikes the thought of bimbos. but when you tear everything down and examine everything. being a bimbo is just...good, good fun.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of good fun, pris and I= CAMWHORE TO THE MAX &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if she sees this i bet you 5 bucks she will say it aloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2825568329099204218?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2825568329099204218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2825568329099204218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2825568329099204218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2825568329099204218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/bimbos-have-it-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5820964304089521124</id><published>2009-05-24T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:10:47.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FF distant worlds concert yesterday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was heaven, really heaven. for 3 hours kueh and I sat there, as if we weren't on earth anymore. School shit disappeared, we were tired, but those 3 hours kept us so alive. Once again it felt as if we could breathe; breathe. Take it all in, my friend. Once those 3 hours were over, we will crash back down to earth, crippled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before it started, I kept telling kueh, we are here. Can you believe it? After waiting for 2 months, we are finally here. We will hear them perform. we will meet the great composer who made it all happen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOBUO U. WAS THERE. lucky person who got to sit beside him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started with a song I LOVED. Then it came to To Zanarkand. It was so touching. Anyone who've played FFX would have been in tears. The minute the piano started playing, I felt so...i dont know how to describe it. The great music went on. Oh gosh, aerith's theme...that song made kueh sniff (like crazy). Then she blew her nose really loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they played the final song, i kept thinking- no i don't want it to end. Kueh is right. This IS distant worlds. We didn't feel like we are here in Singapore in this horrible world during the concert. As they played the final note of the final encore song, in my head i was thinking, Oh crap, oh crap this is it. I'm going back to...reality. Reality is harsh. Reality is cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got his signature!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home, and before I slept i set a handphone reminder for me to do my math tuition homework which was due next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): and today my eyes felt very funny. I wonder if Kueh's felt weird too. (I bet the guy beside us thought we were depressed/emokids.)  I missed FF so much, i started listening to the songs on youtube, and watching videos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): there's school tomorrow. Please, let me live in the esplanade and let me watch musicians play. I don't mind sitting through hour of watching them repeat the same songs again and again, I just don't want to go to school anymore. It's draining and every day I lose a little bit more of who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5820964304089521124?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5820964304089521124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5820964304089521124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5820964304089521124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5820964304089521124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/ff-distant-worlds-concert-yesterday-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2772124273466735945</id><published>2009-05-22T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:54:43.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sha6IKpVFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9eEByv8JMVE/s1600-h/neos2009_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sha6IKpVFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9eEByv8JMVE/s320/neos2009_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338659057753724066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sha6H5V49RI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cirblNyBctw/s1600-h/neos2008_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sha6H5V49RI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cirblNyBctw/s320/neos2008_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338659053108786450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally must post about the cheryl/wj tradition- post mya/post eya outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well technically its a mini outing very impromptu. our real outing is the day we go ecp and i take pictures of her falling down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to burger king.(cheryl is ano) cheryl did not just eat the onion rings, she decided to do stuff with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she tried to make a face- eyes, ears, nose, tongue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it turned out to be something SO different. okay it DID look like a face but SHE had to say something VERY WEIRD that turned everything around! tsktsk. so much for your innocence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highlight of the day, cheryl eating a horrible onion ring with ONE packet of chilli and ONE packet of ketchup on it. ._____.""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another of our traditions, neoprints! yes its expensive yes its stupid who cares its OUR tradition ;D its hell ALOT OF FUN! the woman there was pmsing though! totally spoilt my mood for that moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that machine had TWO cameras and we only realised at the end of everything SO WE WERE POSING TO THE WRONG CAMERA HALF THE TIME and it looked super weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(some guy completely walked in when i did something very stupid can. DARN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the neoprints turned out so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): i was cutting them, in the end the small ones dropped into the hole where people threw rubbish. then cheryl completely stuck her hand/head inside. HAHAHA thanks (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to kino, cheryl's first visit there. i felt like i was bringing a little kid! saw alot of rg girls there, which reminded me of what my friend once said. KINO IS A GOOD PLACE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we camwhored at a corner, the sun was bad! but the photos were good because i took them ;D btw i love cheryls new pink camera! then we went home because she had tuition! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these makes me excited for our next outing mann! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look forward to tomorrow. it's opening ceremony, but also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISTANT WORLDS CONCERT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A MONTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS FINALLY HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WLL GO TO THE ESPLANADE AND BE WOWED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait ;D life is finally exciting once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2772124273466735945?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2772124273466735945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2772124273466735945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2772124273466735945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2772124273466735945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-must-post-about-cherylwj.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/Sha6IKpVFKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/9eEByv8JMVE/s72-c/neos2009_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4454287805198001458</id><published>2009-05-22T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:27:33.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(since YFC opening ceremony is tomorrow,)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are raising funds for the Make A Wish Foundation (Singapore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need volunteers for the June holidays. Right now we are looking for people who are available ANY DAY of the first 2 weeks of June. 2 shifts, 9-1 and 1-5, up to you to choose! CIP hours will be given!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interested? Grab your friends and sign up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email us at heartfeltwishes.yfc@gmail.com (or if you know me, magdalene, priya or xinle feel free to email their personal emails)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOIN OUR FACEBOOK GROUP- heartfelt wishes! Spread the word for our cause! Get updates regarding our project. If you need an invite, leave a tag! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All your help is greatly appreciated (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; from, wan jing! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-end of publicity-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compulsory for yixin to sign up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4454287805198001458?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4454287805198001458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4454287805198001458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4454287805198001458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4454287805198001458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-yfc-opening-ceremony-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6189408989803013980</id><published>2009-05-19T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:28:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>french/phy spa tmrw. i can finally be free...soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADAM. ADAM. ADAM. your new american idol. the phenomenal awesome guy with an awesome voice and awesome hair and even awesome fingernails. no one can beat that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love yixin because tomorrow she is totally eating lunch with me at j8 before i head of for my final term 2 exam which is french. and note to self: drink coffee. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adam's voice need to get out of my head right now! D: &lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6189408989803013980?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6189408989803013980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6189408989803013980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6189408989803013980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6189408989803013980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/frenchphy-spa-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4987532141689129269</id><published>2009-05-17T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:34:02.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unacceptable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green day's latest album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no stock" said someone at sembawang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"sold out i think" said someone at cd rama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT MY GREEN DAY ALBUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4987532141689129269?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4987532141689129269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4987532141689129269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4987532141689129269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4987532141689129269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/unacceptable.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7429176805875338935</id><published>2009-05-11T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:23:32.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;THIS IS A PRE ENGLISH ESSAY EXAM RANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*DISCLAIMER: thoughts are incoherent and very, very, very, very disorganised. there is NO line of reasoning whatsoever. just, rants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i spent my afternoon doing english&lt;div&gt;that also means i spent my afternoon thinking about feminism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive read so many articles telling me that men are trampled on because of the rise of feminism. how true is that? women are still the ones getting beaten up, traded like goods, burned to death (it's bride burning, and theres no such thing as groom burning is there?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the same time, feminism raises society's expectations of women. Frankly, being a stay home mum used to be a noble job. But now, housewives are in a way, looked down upon. For being domesticated and for being reliant on a man for money. So now, women have to work, on top of having to cook, clean and take care of the kids. What type of lives are they leading when they have to work for money AND come home and take care of kids? (while men work hard, they come home just to watch football. well, most men.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't like feminism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, fine. I admit that feminism makes women confused. Women no longer know what they want do they. It used to be simple. People used to think "oh i'll just marry happy and live happily ever after" but now it's becoming like i must have a job and i must find someone who treats me equally but not SO equally but still equal enough for me to handle. okay it doesnt matter if it doesnt make sense to you, but it simply means that while women want equality i am quite sure women are not ready for equality yet. Like, in a fire, traditionally it's "save the children and women!". If they want equality then there's no such thing as "ladies first" and so they have to fight against the men to see who runs out the emergency exit first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their views aside, i think househusbands are the coolest people on earth. I will salute one when i meet him. Seriously, it takes a lot of courage to be a househusband. You have to ignore society's views and your family's views to give up your job to do something that is traditionally considered a "woman's job". why is there no movement to support men who want to be househusbands and not work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wait, i forgot. there is probably no man in singapore who wants to be a househusband. i told you, mindsets are hard to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am officially fed up with this topic on feminism. it's irrelevant, at least for singapore (not countries like india where women are really treated horribly because they are well, women). and its irrelevant because true equality cannot exist. history has defined their roles so distinctly, and it'll probably take forever to change generations worth of mindsets, traditions and cultures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't believe my english lessons are spent doing this topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7429176805875338935?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7429176805875338935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7429176805875338935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7429176805875338935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7429176805875338935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-pre-english-essay-exam-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2239097632861947677</id><published>2009-05-09T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:20:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you so much (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustrations aside, i sent yesterday thinking. so i've cleared my mind and can finally start prepping for upcoming exams ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in advance) ALL THE BEST EVERYONE FOR CHINESE/ENGLISH/HISTORY/GEOG/FRENCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait for exams to be over! because i can't wait to start YFC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2239097632861947677?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2239097632861947677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2239097632861947677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2239097632861947677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2239097632861947677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-so-much-frustrations-aside-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3846952176488426626</id><published>2009-05-04T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:20:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;math: never finish&lt;div&gt;chem: finish but crap answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ss: finish but crap points and conclusions making it a crap essay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phy: finish but crap answers/guesswork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio: never finish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to come:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eng, chi, history, french.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's damn hard to not cry when i see you cry after each day of exams. dudette BE STRONG yes you know i'm talking to you! )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha english, chinese, history and french can go down the drain like the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IVE BECOME SMARTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i learnt NOT to prepare for exams which i'll fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i dont fight losing battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that said, i'm dumping by french book (au revoir toto chan!) and I shall get engaged to Wii sometime soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL THE SHIT ASIDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my june hols was supposed to be jam packed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cambodia, tioman, MOECO, SL, YFC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now cambodia and possibly tioman is off the list due to flu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but one thing's for sure: YOG will kick start my holidays! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3846952176488426626?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3846952176488426626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3846952176488426626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3846952176488426626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3846952176488426626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/05/summary-math-never-finish-chem-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4235572852217512204</id><published>2009-04-26T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:13:37.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(i have been trying but trying isn't enough.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to kiss my self confidence goodbye and my spirit adieu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why am I doing this again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm sorry i heard you say i'm ______,_______ and _______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not words i would like to hear, not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4235572852217512204?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4235572852217512204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4235572852217512204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4235572852217512204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4235572852217512204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-been-trying-but-trying-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3836140305045294431</id><published>2009-04-21T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:03:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one very very good thing about being in my section is that :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are calm, cool and collected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only section strong enough to say, hey we did well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the only section which shed zero tears (at least for cellos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is my mums birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made her angry, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3836140305045294431?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3836140305045294431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3836140305045294431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3836140305045294431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3836140305045294431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-very-very-good-thing-about-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8117026476603476763</id><published>2009-04-19T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:49:54.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised im quite an interesting character.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For when things get busy people tend to work harder, "chiong". But for me, I start trying to run away from the work. Not good, not good! D:! But i'll get things done. Make things work. I will succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make things work, like our YFC interview. We were so close to getting the guys number but the other lady stopped him ): But its good, its good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently in the newspapers there have been a surge in articles on stereotypes. Im guessing it started when the author wrote about the facebook quiz which said he was an RGS girl. Then he surfaced some stereotypes. Then it appeared again in todays papers, stereotypes of various schools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGS was fiery, analytical, ambitious and a few others which i cant remember. What I do remember is that we weren't described as "highly intelligent". RI got that description. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the nanyang/hc schools were described as hardworking, reserved, studious. Very typical "chinese" personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And SCGS, classy, articulate. ACS, socially adept and sleek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me wonder how come RG did not get the description "highly intelligent". But haha that's not important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's important is that people see us as people who will fight for what we want, and are motivated and empathising. Which is good. For I have always thought that people see us negatively as snobs, or geeks, which are descriptions that are rather unflattering. So i was glad when i did not see the word "arrogant" in the description. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, maybe he did not dare to write the word arrogant, as it might cause some debate and unhappiness. =.=  Yeah I think that's the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who thinks they fit into their school stereotypes? At least, I think I do (since "highly intelligent" isnt included)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8117026476603476763?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/8117026476603476763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=8117026476603476763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8117026476603476763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/8117026476603476763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realised-im-quite-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3461536006492488783</id><published>2009-04-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it wont be surprising if one day you read the papers and see that i have committed suicide. recent events have made life unbearable. so unbearable. from getting a 4 for an exam, (NOTE: it is NOT 4.0, its a FOUR marks for a paper. four marks) and perhaps realising that to my mum im merely a useless piece of shit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for she explicitly said i can fail my alevels, forget about uni, and she wont give a damn. thanks mum. that was very inspirational. and not allowing me to go to tioman  because of choppy waters? can you please shut your crap and stop giving me fucking irrelevant answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people around me start to give up on me its time i give up on myself. so, at the age of almost- sixteen, i have definitely become wiser. i realised how futile life is. its about time i realised that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you- dont even think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3461536006492488783?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5878094070771778205</id><published>2009-03-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see myself: shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am surrounded by: shops and cafes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am surprised that: there are so many shops and cafes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- CLE lesson on how we see ourselves in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did a bad job for chem and chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i tried hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, its never good enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as i was saying, ill probably live off my parents CPF for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5878094070771778205?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5878094070771778205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5878094070771778205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5878094070771778205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5878094070771778205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-myself-shopping-i-am-surrounded.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-3161863390998536667</id><published>2009-03-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>past few days were well spent!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rs rs rs rs rs with xinle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she went home early today D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then to the track with jack/jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and badminton with them and kk and tabi and joash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then dinner with yeeshing, weixuan, shumin, jack, kk, delwyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what. im so happy to finally, finally meet up with old friends. i havent seen some of them since last year D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perhaps i never really said this before, but im glad to be from this primary school, this class ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-3161863390998536667?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/3161863390998536667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=3161863390998536667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3161863390998536667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/3161863390998536667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-few-days-were-well-spent-rs-rs-rs.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-6118001165359849322</id><published>2009-03-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IAN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ROCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOURE AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THANKS SO SO MUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I OWE YOU BIG TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is an online IOU)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man im so excited  that i wont be able to sleep tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-6118001165359849322?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/6118001165359849322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=6118001165359849322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6118001165359849322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/6118001165359849322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/03/ian-you-rock-youre-awesome-and-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-8718194471880481624</id><published>2009-03-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh so frustrating&lt;div&gt;kueh told me that theres this nice concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and poof, sold out =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;syf rehearsal tomorrow, hoping for the best. it seems that ive been really really bad lately and i wish i could freaking mute my cello so i dont have to hear myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math and piano cancelled tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to school for prac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do yfc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;study for french exam ): (jia e!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahha and i wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where has teenagehood gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres no such word in the dictionary, jun wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-8718194471880481624?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-7149921277318117537</id><published>2009-03-02T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>march #1</title><content type='html'>lovely, life is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to school for three exams. one of which happens to be the lovely physics, which is virtually undoable for me. why? why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i freaking did not see the equation given that could allow me to solve most of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the equation, which was bolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, BOLDED FOR BLIND PEOPLE TO SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, im beyond blind. what are my eyes for? now i know. theyre only used for crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im disgusted and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;my family hates me and i hate them too.&lt;br /&gt;im stupid, and normal people would just accept me as i am&lt;br /&gt;but you, all of you, push me hard, push me away, push me to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm no pushover.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;should have started running&lt;br /&gt;long long time ago;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glam trips! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-7149921277318117537?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/7149921277318117537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=7149921277318117537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7149921277318117537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/7149921277318117537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1.html' title='march #1'/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2696402189337596805</id><published>2009-02-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear wan jing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just cant seem to figure out what you are, who you are and of course, why you even exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from, wan jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i failed my chem exam. i just know it. xiaoting is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;futile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mugging for chem, putting your heart and soul, blood and sweat into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just futile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUTILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to huiling, i think im in love again. uruha has the best hair ever &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry pedogay/husbandwife yixin, but yeah im unfaithful because your hair isnt like uruha's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its funny quarreling like idiots at the bus stop because its obviously your fault that we crossed the road! i merely gave in to you ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cheryl i want a phone call ): its been ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2696402189337596805?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2696402189337596805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2696402189337596805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2696402189337596805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2696402189337596805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-wan-jing-i-just-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4343906960910893607</id><published>2009-02-14T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired of hearing "the answers are on moodle go check yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i pay school fees, then, is for renting of tables/chairs to sit and lockers to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for notes we print ourselves&lt;br /&gt;answers we check ourselves&lt;br /&gt;clarifications we ask tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i go to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend about, 2 hours or more a week alone on printing, checking answers online. and what not. why cant teachers just print everything for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please dont give me the crap about saving the environment. computers use electricity. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yixin, understand now?)&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;judgement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never understood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unanswered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines everyone ;D all hail friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4343906960910893607?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4343906960910893607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4343906960910893607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4343906960910893607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4343906960910893607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-tired-of-hearing-answers-are-on.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-5901013392222376906</id><published>2009-02-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum said we are driven by fear/desperation with regards to 19th feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why a few of us resorted to shopping at bras basah complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like, a hidden gold mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mr chia showed us this highly amusing advert during bio today. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest sl group we need to get cracking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and darling kueh must learn tennis with me D:&lt;br /&gt;and together we will conquer. CHEM SHALL DIE MUAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. now i need priya's optimism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-5901013392222376906?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/5901013392222376906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=5901013392222376906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5901013392222376906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/5901013392222376906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-said-we-are-driven-by.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-4850617191030955366</id><published>2009-02-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>200th post; &lt;div&gt;To think i thought i "grew up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain is foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foreign to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently deleted hakuna matata and a wholeload of disney songs from my phone, to fit in roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for i realised, to say that life is not a fairtytale- thats an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life, is nothing like a fairytale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact its the complete, downright opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn around there's those eyes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn around fake indifference and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch the cold, dark silouhettes disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fill it up; overflow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was it something i did wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most possibly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a new, improved modern way to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you only have yourself to blame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-4850617191030955366?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/4850617191030955366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=4850617191030955366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4850617191030955366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/4850617191030955366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/02/200th-post-to-think-i-thought-i-grew-up.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-495993334127404665</id><published>2009-02-04T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some things can be done much, much better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes jiahe this is the january/february post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-495993334127404665?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/495993334127404665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=495993334127404665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/495993334127404665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/495993334127404665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-can-be-done-much-much.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2466454031099873069</id><published>2008-12-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVhE6ysJ2mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2IZA8RFPkBM/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVhE6ysJ2mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2IZA8RFPkBM/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285049939549346402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the game of life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's about three days left in 2008, and since tomorrow will be spent in school, 31st spent with friends, i guess im left with one more day at home to do some "reflections" and "soul searching", sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so sorry for myself. if you ask me about the first thing that comes to mind when you say 2008, i would say "bullshit". for 2008 has been one lousy year for me, overall, though i did have some really, really good times. so since 2008 has been bullshit, i shall never ever mention 2008 ever again and now i shall look forward to 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 will be a fun filled roller coaster ride! because i am quite sure of what im going to do. i'll achieve balance in life, keep myself happy and sleep all i want to. it took me a year to realise what being happy means. anyhow, i hope in 2009 my broken soul will be mended and i hope the people i live with will not interfere with me doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, i know i picked up a really bad habit this year. frankly, i dont see myself breaking out of it anytime soon so i would leave it as it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers for 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2466454031099873069?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2466454031099873069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2466454031099873069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2466454031099873069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2466454031099873069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-of-life-theres-about-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVhE6ysJ2mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2IZA8RFPkBM/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526868212304803481.post-2643130427566281046</id><published>2008-12-25T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:34:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVMCG45SHuI/AAAAAAAAATs/ymywvlvLNdA/s1600-h/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVMCG45SHuI/AAAAAAAAATs/ymywvlvLNdA/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283569105210842850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry christmas everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas morning was a heartbreaker. i wont elaborate much, but it ended with my dad hitting me to vent his anger. and it ended with my family in tears. and it ended with me locking myself up here in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my biggest mistake was apologising to him, because i obviously didnt mean it. but my biggest satisfaction was in seeing him cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because, i will never be defeated. i will never be beaten. i will always, always get up and hit you right back in the face again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it is i, who will get the last laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will get the last laugh. i WILL. and mark my words. i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will destroy you the way you destroyed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Catching dreams, chasing stars&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5526868212304803481-2643130427566281046?l=lavie-musique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/feeds/2643130427566281046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526868212304803481&amp;postID=2643130427566281046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2643130427566281046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526868212304803481/posts/default/2643130427566281046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavie-musique.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>PunkedRock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09845874056822898809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYBXbOQmAME/SVMCG45SHuI/AAAAAAAAATs/ymywvlvLNdA/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
