<?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-9262975</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:19:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sOft paGes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9262975.post-115090395134554485</id><published>2006-06-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:32:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>i've moved.  put a pw just to make it more exclusive.  ask from me if u want :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-115090395134554485?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/115090395134554485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=115090395134554485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/115090395134554485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/115090395134554485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2006/06/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-114190407952784686</id><published>2006-03-09T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:39:23.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;why does life have to be so complicated? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't it be nice if we could return to the days of our ancestors, when life is so carefree, where probably for a minority their only worry is poverty. but even for the poorer, those who could get by 3 meals a day would be contented at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a small cosy village, or even at a countryside, the laughter of children is genuine, the words of fathers are harmless, and motherhood of women is even more undeniable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a kind of ideal life is one that is sustained for those around you by being the most worthy person you can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be most desirable if everyone is somewhat cut off from the real world. i am assuming there is enough education for morality and some general knowledge of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because only then will every one give attention to one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it does not matter if the mind is simple, because a simple heart is what that matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all have only a chance to live. why bring in so many troubles, so much unhappiness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldn't it be better if people lived to care for one another. to show love in all terms to make the world a better place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the developing world makes the mind more complicated, and the heart more vicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-114190407952784686?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/114190407952784686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=114190407952784686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/114190407952784686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/114190407952784686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-does-life-have-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-114161611532090067</id><published>2006-03-06T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:24:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post of the year -.-</title><content type='html'>i'm actually in a dilemma as to whether i should revive my blog. but i thought i shouldn't think so much. so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;my class should be filling their stomachs in the canteen now as i'm typing this. at home. i officially fell sick on sun. most people would grab at every chance to miss school, but i wouldn't. i was racking my brains over this matter when morn came and i let my slightest bit of unwellness take over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;some people actually inspired me to continue sharing my thoughts through this blog.&lt;br /&gt;i believe no one actually visits this blog anymore but if u HAPPEN to pass by, please drop a tag. =) reviving a blog is like healing a wound. it takes time for things to return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;this is currently several hours later.&lt;br /&gt;i believe 99% of the people woud agree that health is most important. then why is it that people still put work/homework before it? today's visit to the doc made me want to change my lifestyle. everyday (not every, but most of the), after school i would plan out a rough schedule of the day, try my best to follow it, and diligently do all the homework. no doubt this are evidence of a conscientious student, but at the end of the day, besides completed homework, i got some virus for a bonus. this kind of situation probably doesn't apply to healthy people but it definitely clings onto me. i guess ever since the start of the school i've been putting too much pressure onto myself. and don't we just love the feeling of being under pressure? so we can complete our homework in time, we can ace our block test, etc. unfortunately, now that ive been falling ill time after time, i promised myself i would be more slack. and i hope i do keep my promise. at least for now. earlier bedtime. and more efficiency hopefully. who knows i might do better 'coz i have all the energy there is.&lt;br /&gt;the above was crappish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-114161611532090067?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/114161611532090067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=114161611532090067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/114161611532090067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/114161611532090067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-post-of-year.html' title='first post of the year -.-'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-112298924210976457</id><published>2005-08-02T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:36:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from a long break</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from a long break of busy schedules. But it's not like my schedules are any less tight. Just that two tests are just over (yest and today) and decided I would give myself some breathing space. Sigh, another two tests on Friday. Maybe I shouldn't be complaining, because in comparison to some other classes the amount of stress burdened on us is rather little. One test per term. But in addition to the sia killers, it's needless to mention the torture school is putting us through. One sia presentation is nearing and guess what, I have not reach even half of the whole project! Research, report, product, ALL undone. I should go and brainstorm for some excuses to not be able to churn out everything by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years, since sec2, I have been hooked onto online games. I can play up to 8 hours a day, each day of the week, unless I have something on. Games like gunbound and maplestory. They're such wonderful fantastic inventions! The Japanese and Koreans are really good at such things. But since beginning of this year, I have not touched any of them, unfortunately, due to some administration problems. I tried to salvage the situation but to no avail, so eventually I gave up. Just today wy reminded me of maplestory and my passion for it seems to have rekindled. Like a light bulb just lit above my head, I think I know the root of the problem to the inaccessibilty of the game. I've therefore made up my mind to try at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow as I type this post there is an internal psychological dilemma within me. Part of my mind tells me I have to keep working (anything other than slacking like now) because it's not holiday yet (still a loooong way to go) and the other part of my mind effectively foresees the upcoming holidays and transports it to the present. It's a hard choice. Well, I would choose not to ponder over it. Finish this crappy post, slack abit more, and back to the mundane life. How mechanical. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-112298924210976457?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/112298924210976457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=112298924210976457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112298924210976457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112298924210976457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-from-long-break.html' title='back from a long break'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-112039900915480331</id><published>2005-07-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:56:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressball making</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone who came, ") especially those who stayed till late noon. Although it took longer than expected but we managed to complete it at last. And play something that I've not touched for a few years. ")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-112039900915480331?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/112039900915480331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=112039900915480331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112039900915480331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112039900915480331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/07/stressball-making.html' title='stressball making'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-112031952129349061</id><published>2005-07-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:52:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopuses and youth day</title><content type='html'>Monday is youth day! Another rare holiday we have for term 3. Next will be National Day? My family hasn't hung up the Singapore flag yet. After youth day celebration, the next event of school will be Arts Fest. Then... National Day celebration, then nothing until the end of years. Unless you count Children's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, in the international laws, children under the age of 18 are categorised as children. The age boundary differs for different countries, but most countries set the standard as 18. So lawfully, we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; children. But it seems in Singapore that only those age 12 and below are children. It's probably the effect of early maturation and desire to breakaway from childishness that has made us the transition bodies between children and youths. Probably also the consequence of pushing our mental and physical abilities too hard, that it stimulates a faster growth, thus setting us  apart from children at a younger age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Discovery channel earlier on. It was talking about Octopuses and their abilities. It is said that Octopuses are very intelligent animals, so researchers have decided to prove, or rather, find out if this saying is true. But of course it is needless to spell out the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few experiments were done on this particular octopus which I think is their laboratory pet, called Olay. Or Oleh. (Anyway this was how they pronounced it) They tested the octopus's ability to identify colours, sense of touch, shapes and memory. Apparently the octopus could recognise shapes, colours and associate these properties with food. Just like a conditioned reflex. They say octopuses are colour blind, so they see things in gray scale, which makes them even more capable in differentiating colours. It was amazing seeing how the octopus manages to grope its way around with all eight tentacles and complete a mini maze to reach its food (a "delicious prawn") in 2 mins plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous species of octopuses, but a particular species called the &lt;em&gt;mimic octopus is&lt;/em&gt; one of the strongest species in surviving in the wild waters. From its name you can tell it imitates. It can imitate a variety of other sea creatures; it mimics a flounder by flattening its body and gliding on the sea bed; a lion fish by extending its tentacles at the right angles and swimming a bit higher than flounders. Besides that, I also learnt that octopuses can change its body colour and appearance. For example, its body turns brown when beside a rock, and develop spikes likened to that of a porcupine to match the uneven surfaces of rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't Darwin's theory mentioned the survival of the fittest? If humans are the fittest and the most intelligent animals on Earth, why do we have to receive education? Why don't human instincts help us in survival while animal instincts can  brave animals through their whole life? Without education. If we didn't have education, would we be degraded to the statuses of other animasl? Why do babies take one year to learn to talk and walk, while other animals can run within hours after their birth? The perplexity of Nature. Yet so marvelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-112031952129349061?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/112031952129349061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=112031952129349061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112031952129349061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/112031952129349061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/07/octopuses-and-youth-day.html' title='Octopuses and youth day'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111917519254090588</id><published>2005-06-19T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:59:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Restless II - &lt;em&gt;I Hope You Dance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;Estactic&lt;br /&gt;Superb&lt;br /&gt;Terrific&lt;br /&gt;L(eave it to u to decide)&lt;br /&gt;Extremist&lt;br /&gt;Splendid&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rendezvous up there doesn't have any negative connotation. It's only because many of the steps were very sensual and lovers-like.&lt;br /&gt;The stage seemed rather small, but their performance was certainly big. Those rhythmic booms. Flashing disco lights. Flawless smiles radiating from each face. The outbursts of energy from within the (restless) souls. Don't these tell you much about the quality of the show?&lt;br /&gt;I felt so attached to the show I began nodding my head in rhythm to the music even at the beginning. Along the way a few video clips were projected on the screen at the back. They feature the students during rehearsals, a few acted out scenes which are supposed to convey the message of a particular dance, and some others. (I didn't understand most of them)&lt;br /&gt;Besides being rendezvously restless, the dancers demonstrated their versatility by putting up slower, softer dances, but they're the minority. One of them was danced to "You Raise Me Up", and was one of my favourite number. The interesting thing is that we almost got their costumes for syf. Actually both designs are very similar, just that one is red and the other purple.&lt;br /&gt;The stage was like a radio and the performance was like a brand new radio station. They bring us popular, exciting items that exuded a style of their own. But the main point is the continuality of the whole show. No emcees to steal the limelight and repeat whatever we have read in the catalouge, no drawing of curtains which will waste time, no intervals which may kill the burning fire of dance. It was just like the continuing passion for dance, just...restless!&lt;br /&gt;I love the finale. The first finale item was Toy Soldiers, where about twelve male dancers dressed up as those in the book very popular with children - Red suit, black long pants, black hat and white gloves. The gun was very unique, it glowed a neon orange colour for one side and plain black for the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the very first and last numbers were the most impactful dances. The whole dance troupe was mobilised onto stage, synchronizing in harmony and to the music. It was so energetic, so vibrant, so, high? Looking at them dance from downstage I just felt like dancing with them! haha. I think many others would agree too.&lt;br /&gt;Overall this whole show had been a really successful one. Anyone could testify that all the hard work, sweat and tears have paid off for this one night. All I can say is that I regretted not attending Restless I last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance your life. Live your dance. I Hope You Dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111917519254090588?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111917519254090588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111917519254090588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111917519254090588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111917519254090588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/06/restless-ii-i-hope-you-dance_19.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111884318111935182</id><published>2005-06-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:46:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like within 60 milliseconds of a snap of the fingers, and it's gone. June holidays have reached its 3/4 and  there is still 3/4 of my pile of  homework left undone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have gone overseas have went and returned. I bet everyone, or at least most of us, are rushing homework, despite having more than 7 days left. Mathematically, it sounds like a huge amount of time. Imagine, one day we have 16 hours awake, minus dining, we end up with 14 hours. 14 hours x 10 days = 140 hours to complete homework. Practically, it's just plain calculation to hoax us. 14 hours - (sleeping more) - (eating more) - (watching tv) - (playing comp) - (resting) - (dilly-dallying) - (talking) - (keeping yourself clean e.g. bathing) - (whatever you need to do for that day) = ???   It may very well end up with 1 hour. Ok, maybe not that exaggerating, but it's definitely true we have little time to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much interesting has been happening in my life recently, not if you consider the homework marathon one. I just read a book called "Exploitation of Children", just for ERP and it suddenly came to my mind that we are all exploited, to work for the school and ourselves. But of course it's not true in reality, as much as I want to to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts Fest is coming up and I'm looking forward to it. Actually there are both sides to it. Since the knowledge of our syf results many of us have been looking forward to a day where we will show the people we are not bronze material, yet I'm sure on that very day when we perform, some of us will experience the nostalgia which will remind us of the emotions we will never forget containing. For me, I guess it's a mix of both cases. Nevertheless, I'm still excited about it and will do my best like every mders will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111884318111935182?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111884318111935182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111884318111935182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111884318111935182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111884318111935182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-like-within-60-milliseconds-of_15.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111734846437218134</id><published>2005-05-29T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:34:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was out for the whole day. First had cca in the morning, then went clothes-hunting for dance. Specifically, lime-green top and skirt hunting. Me, lm and eli walked for about 7 hrs around Orchard and Cityhall area. Just for the pathetic 2 pieces. Actually it was partly our fault, for being so fussy and indecisive. Along the 7hr-long journey, I met 8 ppl i know!  In chronological order, we met 3 juniors outside Cineleisure, who happened to be hunting for costumes too, an ex-dancer in Heeren, Suet at cityhall mrt, my cousin in CityLink mall, an ex-nanyang, also in CityLink, then my obs watchmate in Rafflescity, the choir ppl also in Raffles city, then Estelle along Orchard Road. The trip to Cityhall was futile, so we went back Orchard again. -.- At about dinner-time we were seeing Green. Not envy, but our obsession with the colour. Our eyes were automatically trained to spot green stuff. Haha. Well, at least we managed to settle on something in the end. Ohya, in front of Heeren was this Coca Cola spot, where the people were giving out free Coca Cola bottles. (Filled, of course). Out of the three we took only one could be opened. It was not mine. I tried so hard trying to open mine that i developed small blisters on my palms. Also, when we were in RaffleCity, there was this tap dance performance by foreigners in conjuction with SG Arts Fest. It was wonderful. The steps were sharp and clear along with the rhythmic taps of the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently living in fear, fear for the 4 weeks of not having school, because it only means spending time at home alone (most of the time) doing homework and SIAs etc etc etc. Never-ending homework. Even right now, when school just ended for the holiday, I have to rush for 2 assignments due next week. Sigh. Still in procastination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111734846437218134?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111734846437218134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111734846437218134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111734846437218134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111734846437218134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-was-out-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111660091031182115</id><published>2005-05-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:36:10.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seilper gat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli: got what? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singyen: u're finally blogging. haven seen u for quite some time. not this sat tho. so see u soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyu: hey i'm sry to postpone the event, but don't worry, we must make it come true. hope to see u during arts fests too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amit: yes i know. u finally blogged too. gd luck for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye: happie weekends! It'll be, since i'm seeing u... tml? haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel: hey tks for taggin! i didn't notice that i always see u ard recently. and no i don't hate fate. in fact i'm amazed at it. yup see u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111660091031182115?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111660091031182115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111660091031182115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111660091031182115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111660091031182115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/05/seilper-gat-eli-got-what-s-singyen-ure.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111617012368186215</id><published>2005-05-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:15:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um. I'm probably not in the right state of mind, but anyway, i refuse to go do some constructive work. I just experienced the heartwrenching feeling of knowing that some people truly care for you. It was just an sms from a friend, but yet it touched my heart so much, more than words of concern would. Who says talking face to face is truer than sending messages or talking over the phone? It all depends on what is being conveyed. But if the content is the same of course I would agree seeing each other in the face is more sincere. I wonder how many people actually keep smses from other people in their phone, to forward them to deserving people in future, or to take a look at them to recall certain sweet memories or as a token of something. I do store some messages in the folders, and even categorise them to ease my searching next time. I know these may take up quite a lot of space in the phone in the long term, but most of them really mean something to me. Maybe not for the lame and humourous smses, but for those which contain words of wisdom and have special connotations to them. Some messages can really move your heart, even if it is mere words being printed on the tiny little screen and you can feel the sincerity from it. This is exactly how I felt minutes ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technotronic and the other dance, which i haven't discovered what the name is. They rock. I really look forward to the now-confirmed Night of Dance (according to mr.raj). I love the feeling of going to every lesson with a substantial aim in mind. I hope we can start preparations soon. But sadly, it is more or less confirmed we are not going to use any of the dances we've learnt since last year. I was thinking performing some of the old dances may bring back the sense of bonding in us , when we had during Dance camp. Anyway I really hope people will support our very own pioneer dance night. I'm sure each and every mders will put in the very best. Like from the lyrics of I Still Believe in Me " I swear I'll never rest, till I'm standing up there with the very best..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111617012368186215?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111617012368186215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111617012368186215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111617012368186215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111617012368186215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/05/um.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111599855740057398</id><published>2005-05-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:39:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to a friend's house seems to have become a weekly/monthly routine, it's not for projects nor school stuff, but to play! The recent obssession is going to ly's house, which we casually gave a name to - PAC - Ps Activity Centre or Peas Activity Centre. The Ps that we do are Pingpong, Playing Piano, and Playing &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=poker" target="_blank"&gt;Poker&lt;/a&gt; cards. haha, it's really like a recreation centre where u have lots of fun, entertainment and thoughtful services (frm host).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today we decided to go neil's house for a change. We did the 3 Ps. Apparently it doesn't have to be in ly's house for us to achieve that. Neil was nice to lend us 4 badminton rackets, which were actually quite old and the colour of the handle was coming off and dirtied my hands. In the end we took turns at the pingpong table and badminton court, before we went waffling. One thing to note. Don't underestimate hx's appetitite just because she looks thinner than average. Among us she was the one who gobbled up the most pieces of waffles, later on adding excitement and laughter to the atmosphere by burping 5 fat burps. All in less than 5 mins. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rose! Ah, the feeling of the lovely rose Back In My Life Again. Hey i just realised our whole pe dance grp was there. haha. Jc and neil being the pros were humming the song and providing us with consistent rhythms like music teachers do. While they shared the piano at a duet, the rest of us started bridging. I thought it was similar to aunties playing mahjong and enjoying their likeable music, except that for us it's piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay it's a nice feeling to slack and play at someone's house. We shall go again next week! Ty everyone! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsh: hm. i think that is quite impossible, since your brain would have absorbed the whole 20% before u start on anotehr 'round' see u ard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel: hey! my tests are all over. mb we can decide on a day to meet up and go out tgt? see u soon! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111599855740057398?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111599855740057398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111599855740057398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111599855740057398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111599855740057398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/05/going-to-friends-house-seems-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111573090909485647</id><published>2005-05-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:22:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time since i last blogged. Looking at this posting page makes me feel at a lost for words. Small little things scatter and bump around in my brain like collisions of gas particles. I'm reminded of the recent chemistry test. Actually not recent, it's been two weeks already. That is fourteen days. Last week was a hectic week whereby many things happened. But if you were to ask me to recall events in a snap of the fingers, my thoughts will wander even more randomly than now, and clashing. I cannot organise them at this point of time. In fact, i think my memory is even worse than that. 30 seconds ago i had thought chemistry test took place last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago there was this article on listening. Researchers say the human brain can absorb 50% of the things they hear. This is because while listening we may daydream or switch off, at the same time we choose only the things our minds and heart what to absorb. Approximately two days later only half of what is absorbed is retained. In other words, in all we keep 25% of the information we hear. If that is the case, shouldn't the teachers conduct the same lesson 4 times? Each lesson we absorb a different 25%, so eventually we learnt 100% of what is taught. =S But it does not seem so in life. Meanwhile i guess if we set out hearts out to listen attentively, and try a bit harder, we do have the ability to take in majority of what we hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we got to listen to luo da you songs during chi lessons. I realised i have not truly enjoyed a single chi lesson in weeks. Some others probably feel the same. Anw i think we deserved it, not that we have accumulated a lot of merit for chi recently but it's after mid-yrs after all. Including mid-yrs, i think we have done a fair share of writing and need a break away from pens, gao zhi, ge shi and stuff. But perceiving it as a whole, it's never rest-time for us. After this i still got to work on cme portfolio. =( Anyway, compre was a disaster. A silent killer that came and went steathily, that worked on my nerves and arteries and one best at literary devices. The worse thing is sitting between two efficient english pros. And when Zoe writes, my table vibrates. '!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111573090909485647?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111573090909485647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111573090909485647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111573090909485647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111573090909485647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-quite-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111460500833318182</id><published>2005-04-27T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:30:08.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lien: im not like him at all. especially the part about lean ppl. i don't discriminate them. haha. and i'm not as capable and smart as him. anw did u read the lyrics? the rose! =D btw ive dedicated a line for u and yuan in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan: ya looong time nv tag. i can imagine u telling me about ur wonderful secret now. but u know what, it's not a secret at all. everyone knows it already. hah. no i don't miss u but i miss ur tag. =) ya... all u had to do was to have faith, and of course do it the right way, and u'll easily pass. maybe this was a concealed plan all along, and u just had to uncover it today. just push yourself a little harder and u'll see 'miracles'. now u don't have to worry about ur future napfas, cause u know the exact way to approach it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111460500833318182?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111460500833318182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111460500833318182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111460500833318182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111460500833318182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/lien-im-not-like-him-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111459618016396543</id><published>2005-04-27T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:03:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Artist: Bette Midler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some say &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that drowns the tender reed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some say&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; it is a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;razer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;your soul&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;blead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it is a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hunger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;endless &lt;/span&gt;aching need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I say&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; it is a &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you it's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;seed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; afraid of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;breaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that never learns to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; afraid of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that never &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;takes the chance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's the one who won't be taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;who cannot seem to &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When the&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; night&lt;/span&gt; has been too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;road &lt;/span&gt;has been too &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and you think that&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lies the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;seed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that with the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sun's love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;in the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;spring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;becomes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111459618016396543?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111459618016396543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111459618016396543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111459618016396543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111459618016396543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-rose-lyrics-artist-bette-midler.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111451035497145605</id><published>2005-04-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:34:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should go to sleep right away. Either that or slack the whole day. My whole body is aching from the long run yesterday. Even my neck, my back and my waist feels sore. How on earth do you use these body parts to run? Anyway, I'm contented with my timing, the best out of these four years, although it isn't very fantastic. At least my muscles didn't work to the limits for an undesirable result. However, tomorrow's the 5 stations. I hope the muscle ache won't hinder my performance. Sometimes the pain in your muscles can give you an extra push. May it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timetable for today was nothing unusual or overloading. But just so coincidentally, everything had to happen today. In chronological order, Chi test, Chem test, Phy lab(quite normal though, but it's out of the class), Maths Quiz. The last lesson was not counted, because we didn't supposingly get back our CRAP today. Did a prose 'The Pedestrian' instead, which we did before last year. I had little impression of it though. Tomorrow's the unseen and i think i'm going to do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading home from the bus stop today when i suddenly realised (not the first time) how fast my pace was. So i decided to slow down, comforting myself that two tests are over, and that nothing's to be due the next day. I wonder why i tend to walk so fast. Even when walking with friends, i easily overtake them. Maybe it's because i'm an anxious person. This reminds me of the anxiety test we had during one of the PCCG lessons. I didn't exactly get very high, but it's an inaccurate way of measurement. This further reminds me of the chi compre in the test we did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to various scientific researches, a person's capability comprises of 7 aspects - social awareness, IQ, EQ, self-reflection, space, music, physical awareness. Tests, exams held in school are ways of measuring the student's capability mostly only in the academics, but not in other fields. A child may be not so good in studies, but specialise in music or sports. If the methods of measurement diversify, what we call duo1 yuan2 hua4 in chinese, we would discover the abilities of people around us, (giving rise to more capable people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my walking home, i was reaching the lift when i saw 'something' moving perpendicularly towards me. Usually, i shouldn't be taken aback by something similar, but this time, it gave me a shock. This skinny, dark boy was walking towards me. Despite his lean figure, it gave me an intimidating feeling. I don't know what came over me to think this way, but i just moved on quickly into the lift, relieved that he was out of my sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111451035497145605?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111451035497145605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111451035497145605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111451035497145605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111451035497145605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-should-go-to-sleep-right-away.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111431345685323425</id><published>2005-04-24T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:30:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yang: it would be more fun with u, cause we'll haf free piano duets to listen. haha, like that time at lien's house. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chit: yup, i got sick of the old one. btw u change templates more often than me. haha see u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli: tks. :) see u tml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111431345685323425?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111431345685323425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111431345685323425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111431345685323425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111431345685323425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/yang-it-would-be-more-fun-with-u-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111418298674938354</id><published>2005-04-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:16:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a fun day! It totally switched me inteo holiday mode. We had sports carnival in the morn, which seemed to be rather draggy but actually quite short. Our batch is always the 'lucky' ones who get to try out new things, not by our decision, and asked for feedback. Although the cheering didn't exactly turned out as desired, I'm sure most of the ppl enjoyed themselves, including those who had to compete under the blazing sun. All the runners deserve round of applause. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sports carnival was more exciting. lien, suet, xm, hx and i went to luen's house. I love pingpong! I think I'm sort of addicted to it now. We played singles in such a way that the player who got 3 points first get to stay on to compete with the next person in line. We played for a long time, until lunch was served, and then we continnued playing. The good thing is, everyone improved, especially xm and luen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano has got to be one of the best invention in the world. I got to do my first trio on piano with lien and hx. Lien's really musically inclined. Doesn't have to worry about sight-reading during exams. ha. The song we played was 'the rose'. I've forgotten the tune now. I'm so glad that we managed a piece qute well though we had alot of difficulty at first. haha. It was really funny to hear the confusion in the notes and the fingers just mo-ing the keys instead of pressing them. Hopefully some day we can get to play it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things that rock: pingpong, piano, poker cards. hey, one thing interesting to note. They all start with the letter 'p'. *luen, ty for inviting us to come over! *le: u've motivated me to work harder for my organ! *hx: let's try to prevent mo-ing the keys when we can't keep up with the pace in future. haha.  *xm: Agree with me that pingpong is fun. ha. *suet: hope one day u're able to take up piano lessons =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111418298674938354?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111418298674938354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111418298674938354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111418298674938354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111418298674938354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/todays-fun-day-it-totally-switched-me.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111390346597437678</id><published>2005-04-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:44:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im caught in a dilemna as to whether i should password this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can be quite uneasy to think that the whole world is able to access your blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;password makes it safer and gives a sense of security. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least it limits the group of people viewing my blog, although strangers may get hold of the pw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, even as it is now, not everyone reads it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if strangers really do have the pw, why will they read it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, it doesn't harm to pw this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111390346597437678?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111390346597437678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111390346597437678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111390346597437678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111390346597437678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-caught-in-dilemna-as-to-whether-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111371672588008665</id><published>2005-04-17T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:46:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a hard time for many of us. I hope that we can be strong and not let what has happened kill our passion. After all, it is but a title. Some of us may be worried about what others would &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Label" target="_blank"&gt;label&lt;/a&gt; us as. Those opinions doesn't matter, because we believe in our ourselves and our strengths. We share the hope and joy with only those who think and look beyond the superficial. Although I've learnt to let loose, the diminished question mark is still bugging me at the back of my mind. I think only time will wash it away. Mders, we must continue our faith and love for the society and to put in our best in whatever we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111371672588008665?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111371672588008665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111371672588008665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111371672588008665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111371672588008665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/pain-is-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111331314751246246</id><published>2005-04-12T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:39:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fearlessly Feminine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Piece of Nymd 2005. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We love it the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Prayers can work miracles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never underestimate God's powers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never fails to move my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherish everything that we have now and after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once lost it will never appear before your eyes again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111331314751246246?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111331314751246246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111331314751246246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111331314751246246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111331314751246246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it.'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111303115920847505</id><published>2005-04-09T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:27:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the versatile body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancers are instruments, like a piano the choreographer plays.&lt;br /&gt;- George Balanchine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dance, there is nothing else but the body which could be utilised for the channel of performance of a masterpiece. (I absolutely cannot think of any other ways.) Drawing out the actions? No, that would be too lifeless and unreal. Creating puppets and making them dance? No, that would not display your passions or emotions. What about describing the actions? No, that would be dance talking. I remember how my previous dance instructor educated us on dance and dancing. She said our bodies are the instruments to the choreography. I found it to be true. I had never given any thought nor drew comparisons between different ideas regarding dance before. Not until I joined dance and realised how big its impact can be on our life, our personalities, our emotions and perspectives of dance. Although she has left us, I will always remember her words. Who said instruments are only objects with no feelings, or a word used to express an idea figuratively? On the contrary, humans can be instruments, and also a mass which possesses rich emotions. Isn't it interesting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111303115920847505?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111303115920847505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111303115920847505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111303115920847505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111303115920847505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/versatile-body.html' title='the versatile body'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111252677146559265</id><published>2005-04-03T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:13:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Harriet Braiker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be satisfied with how far your capabilities can take you to. Push yourself to the limits, but don't go beyond that. You can think of working on brushing up your abilities rather than working towards the perfectionist goal. Otherwise you may suffer from extreme exhaustion. The ladder will fall and topple on your head and not only will you lose everything, you may get injured or even paralysed. Don't keep youself too busy you have 'no' time for anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111252677146559265?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111252677146559265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111252677146559265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111252677146559265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111252677146559265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/quote-of-day-striving-for-excellence.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111236526654326800</id><published>2005-04-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:21:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been rather easy going for me. Minimal homework and much slack time at home after school. Amid the time lazying around, constructive work was done. I finally started on my chi portfolio. I got the ball rolling for chem sia chemical research. I worked on Phy balloon-powered vehicle. I met up with a friend who has gone to njc. etc... Finally , I'm blogging. Yay. =D However, sad to say, there is quite alot of homework for this weekend. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paul's Wheel&lt;br /&gt;2. Phy ws&lt;br /&gt;3. Phy assign&lt;br /&gt;4. Chem ws&lt;br /&gt;5. Chi SIA&lt;br /&gt;6. Chem SIA&lt;br /&gt;7. Read phy, chem, bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. This amount of hw may be insignificant to some people, but I think it is enough to keep your mind off the temptation to slack. I don't have the whole weekend. Saturdays are often occupied. Fridays are 'rest' days. Sundays have tuition and visit to grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lien: im sorry! =( I'll make up for u next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsh: ok! that's if u can find it. no need xianmu la... u have ur relaxing weeks too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111236526654326800?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111236526654326800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111236526654326800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111236526654326800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111236526654326800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-week-has-been-rather-easy-going.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111158909625801290</id><published>2005-03-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:43:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we heading?</title><content type='html'>Three days without homework. This is just the beginning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe, that sometimes we just have to slow down and take time to cherish the things around us. Smell the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Flowers" target="_blank"&gt;flowers&lt;/a&gt;, say 'hi'to your neighbours, write a letter or email to a friend, and several other things that take up so little time but are categorised as 'negligible'. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things whizzes past without us having the least consciousness to realise them. And before you start to realise, it's just too late. Like the return of a sibling, a chance you won't want to miss flying past your head, someone asking for a peer feedback (you may think it's "not another feedback!", but think again, be glad that someone wants and values your feedback)or simply the presence of a friend beside you. You may be too preoccupied with other things where its importance is seemingly greater than the other, but in fact not, that you miss an opportunity or fuller experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunication occurs, and this is one of the worst reasons (I think) being the root of misunderstandings or causes of disagreements when we dont want it to happen or we are suffering from exhaustion trying to convey messages across well. Anyway, sometimes, remaining silent is best. "Talking too much sometimes get you into trouble." From the movie &lt;em&gt;Paulie,&lt;/em&gt; which showed how a parrot who can talk like a human(not only mimic) get him into trouble one after the other. Maybe we should learn from Paulie. Meanwhile there is a Chinese saying by Confucius, which means: "We will always find a value in individuals around us." Towards a more extreme case, we may pick up values from even animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111158909625801290?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111158909625801290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111158909625801290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111158909625801290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111158909625801290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-are-we-heading.html' title='Where are we heading?'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111140371655274925</id><published>2005-03-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:06:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050321061345-819088"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050321061345-819088&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111140371655274925?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111140371655274925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111140371655274925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111140371655274925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111140371655274925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111124700977754129</id><published>2005-03-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:43:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PEACE DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the sleepy sun lifts it's head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From under the Eastern blanket it's shades blue bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is met by the first beats of music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As mysterious as time itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tempo is fast and it captures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the children of the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whether they be Indian or German, American or Russian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In it's song and peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They dance in their own fashion of their heritage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the dance not the music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That brings the adult world to it's knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When children of enemies dance together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To remain in peace forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111124700977754129?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111124700977754129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111124700977754129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111124700977754129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111124700977754129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/peace-dance-as-sleepy-sun-lifts-its.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111107245149471127</id><published>2005-03-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:14:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead b e a t</title><content type='html'>I'm totally worn out. I guess after dancing Fearlessly Feminine for sooo many times, this is the time when i truly dance full-out, feel the dance as well as the music. Glad that something is evoked within me. It's probably the atmosphere and the location. Maybe my spirit refuses to get swallowed by Kallang theatre. So there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wqi: hello! =D see u soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan: yay this is the first time u tagged =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li-en: hey li-en is it better now?? =x i hope it sounds more pleasant. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hsh: oh.. so sad. u missed the fun! but i guess helping out for sec 1s were gd as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: orh... i didn't know u were so... playful.  haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene: cartoon faced..rmb ms yeo told us in shanghai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111107245149471127?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111107245149471127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111107245149471127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111107245149471127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111107245149471127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/dead-b-e-t.html' title='Dead b e a t'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-111081384138168474</id><published>2005-03-14T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:36:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess after such a long period of time away from blogging, it's time to work the fingers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Lifeskills camp. What can i say? Fun? Enjoyable? New experience? Moments of bliss? It started off ok but ended with quite a depressing note. The bright colours of the make-up, the heels which got everyone so excited, the gowns that shone with glamour, all seemed demeaning to me, especially for that night. "the camp has made you understand your friends better." It is a good thing, isn't it? But was it for the good, or for the bad? Anyway, i dislike unpacking. And packing. I like the in-between, but not the preparations and cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i'm grinding my precious time away by sitting in front of the television, organ, or computer doing similiar stuff everyday. Haven't started on any homework yet. Haven done any good thing, except to go to sch and sit in the lecture theatre for 2 hrs and read finish a book! I'm proud of myself because i rarely read finish a few hundred paged book in such a short time. =) Now thinking of it, it's never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limyuan, now i can link u. About the being hyper thing on your blog, why do u say xm and I will understand? I dont understand leh. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cy: i miss being your dance partner too! it was so fun and funny. so sad. i miss being ur opponent ion table tennis too. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hsh: i miss coincidentally seeing u almost everyday. haha. so how was ur obs? got any sandfly bites? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene: u dont remember ms yeo saying u looked like cartoon? oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingyi: whether i had a great time at the camp, u can read it for urself.  tks for tagging. let's work hard on syf and our couple part. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-111081384138168474?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/111081384138168474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=111081384138168474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111081384138168474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/111081384138168474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-guess-after-such-long-period-of-time_14.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110994745305165637</id><published>2005-03-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:44:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive not been updating my blog for ages. anw, im suffering from blogstipation. here r the tag replies (sorry =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huixiang: it's a template. what i did was to just copy paste the info into the whole html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrow: hello. i tagged at ur blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wy: recess? ure in com lab or lib har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chit: haha. she likes green? or nature? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel: it's simple and natural. yes! we can win gw/h!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xue en: yaaa i agree. so it's looks like nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siying: hello! ur blog is cute too! haha see u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm currently busy preparing for the song and cheer and practice for upcoming camp. so shant blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110994745305165637?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110994745305165637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110994745305165637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110994745305165637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110994745305165637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-not-been-updating-my-blog-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110837981857441958</id><published>2005-02-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:18:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines to everyone out there... i mean everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is.. i woke up at 4 plus cause of a really bad headache. couldnt lie on the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; at all. ate panadol and vomitted out my dinner and the panadol a while later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sadder thing is... sitting for chem test without a clear state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saddest thing is... my dream is smashed :'(&lt;br /&gt;1. the rhythm always comes in late even when i kicked for it to go (this doesnt happen when im not recording)&lt;br /&gt;2. normal computers cannot recognise intrumental sounds, so everything turns into flat piano sounds&lt;br /&gt;3. the melody is softer than the background music, which basically becomes the non-melodious melody&lt;br /&gt;4. the whole piece sounds like a polyphonic ring tone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110837981857441958?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110837981857441958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110837981857441958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110837981857441958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110837981857441958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-to-everyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110813846260999413</id><published>2005-02-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:17:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i'm just a filler who fills like one and feels like one. it's cancelled, i understand why, but why Why? it may be better off unquestioned, since there wasnt any answer provided in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110813846260999413?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110813846260999413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110813846260999413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110813846260999413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110813846260999413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-just-filler-who-fills-like-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110796295845818514</id><published>2005-02-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:29:18.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More tag replies...</title><content type='html'>Fel: yes we did great! THe audience was very supportive too yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi: sry i think im replying this too late but tks for all the support. i hope u watched our perf =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit: Happy Lunar New Year~ happy dancing year also. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayuan: sure, but i dont know when it'll be.. mb 2 years ltr..? lol. but dont wry i wont forget bout it haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110796295845818514?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110796295845818514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110796295845818514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110796295845818514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110796295845818514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-tag-replies.html' title='More tag replies...'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110743358167940367</id><published>2005-02-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:26:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag replies</title><content type='html'>Ive been v busy these days, so i shall just reply the tags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liping: ^5! my brain cannot register html codes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chityin: mb ure so engrossed in the dance u were numb to other things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayi: now that we have the buddy system, u can ask ur buddy about anything ure unsure of, but still can ask any one of us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xueen: hello!( x2 ) cause u tagged two hellos. tks for taggin =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110743358167940367?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110743358167940367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110743358167940367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110743358167940367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110743358167940367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/02/tag-replies.html' title='Tag replies'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110701334185829343</id><published>2005-01-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:42:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, i shall change my template one day when i have the time, coz my links cant work and i dunno how to solve the prob. z. after that ill just let it stay there coz i dun think ill have the time to bother bout it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110701334185829343?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110701334185829343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110701334185829343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110701334185829343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110701334185829343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/hm-i-shall-change-my-template-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110628396984932999</id><published>2005-01-21T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T13:08:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>I have a great great idea of accomplishing something meaningful! It was only half an hour ago that the idea struck me and why didn't i realise it earlier?&lt;br /&gt;My organ allows me to record songs into diskettes, which in turn enables me to transfer the midis into my computer, so eventually i will be able to burn the songs into a cd. And make my own album! haha... but my ambition is not to become an organist though.. but i'm really excited about this. Sadly, this will be a busy year and i doubt i can produce an 'album' this year. Look at all the sias and porfolios and exams, and 'o's. =&lt;br /&gt;I will need to practice lots and lots of times, fine-tune the songs, and most tediously, selecting the instruments so that the sounds don't clash and the background music. In addition to the new songs i will be learning.&lt;br /&gt;Bless me with diligence and perserverance so that my passion remains throughout. After production, i'll burn a few for my friends! yay =)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the songs confirmed to be recorded:&lt;br /&gt;Lara's Theme&lt;br /&gt;Power of Love&lt;br /&gt;Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin&lt;br /&gt;Eyes On Me&lt;br /&gt;Can You Feel the Love Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has given me another thing to look forward to and brighten up when i'm fearful of it because stress and a sense of lost are taking over my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110628396984932999?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110628396984932999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110628396984932999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110628396984932999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110628396984932999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110622825936946345</id><published>2005-01-20T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:37:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 3% evil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" target="_"&gt;&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I am an Angel. I rarely sin which makes my life pretty boring. But if there is a god he will likely reward me in the afterlife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" target="_"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/a&gt; find out at &lt;a href="http://www.hilowitz.com" target="_"&gt;Hilowitz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110622825936946345?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110622825936946345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110622825936946345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110622825936946345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110622825936946345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/evil-or-not.html' title='Evil or not?'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110614011290262724</id><published>2005-01-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:08:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fyl: This blog is strictly produced under the rights of ElizabethSzekheeLimmian.Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;We had audition for SYF today. After optional humanities (Sze Khee 鈥?History, Mian &amp;amp; Eli 鈥?Lit), we reached the dance studio half an hour late, only to discover the harsh reality of life as it is. Within half an hour, we had to learn the steps of a new dance routine, know it really well (timing, coordination, bonding and stuff) and perform it as if we were really displaying our SYF piece to the judges on the 3rd of April this year. Seniors have fears too, and that is a very realistic fact that we're really sorry we have to share. This being our last year, we want it to be really memorable for ourselves as well as for our juniors. The audition started with Liu Qian's group, and unfortunately for us, we were one of the later groups and had to be stuck outside practising and nurturing our fears (something we don't really encourage). Up to the now, the results for the auditions aren't out yet, and that makes it really difficult to go about the normal stuff like work and projects. Only 25 will be selected out of the 38 people present! However, we really want to thank Yun Ning, Felicia and Chit who cheered us up and tried to calm our fears. Merci juniors! Later the 3 of us went to Eli's house to make sandwiches (sardines, ham and cheese) for class breakfast the next morning. In her room, we had a mini dance-a-thon, and it was so thoroughly enjoyable we forgot the time! Sk came up with this really crappy, stupid action holding one biscuit stick in each hand that made us laugh until we were rolling on the ground and crying. We tried this action of biscuit-biting in all the dances that we learnt, with seriously hilarious results. (Do us a favour and imagine yourself doing something like that.) We came to some interesting conclusions today: Maria's mum is Maria, Lim Mian can go work in a factory that manufactures sandwiches, Sze Khee can go be a working mum who cooks really well, and Eli should go and be Mian's manager. Here's to fate and everything that made friendship on this earth possible...for some friends were meant as acquaintances, others were meant to stay for a season, while the bare minority live on in your hearts forever. Life is good 鈥?for now.*A side note from Elizabeth: Literature was really cool! I found out a lot more things about the way Shakespeare wrote his Elizabethan dramas and the iamb pentameter thing is amazing. (A horse, a horse, a kingdom for a horse!) It seems we'll be going down to Kinokuniya later this week to buy the books and notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110614011290262724?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110614011290262724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110614011290262724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110614011290262724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110614011290262724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/fyl-this-blog-is-strictly-produced.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110588784296797335</id><published>2005-01-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:04:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do i ask? </title><content type='html'>My blog has got a problem.&lt;br /&gt;It lies in all four boxes,&lt;br /&gt;Located at the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;Checked the templates,&lt;br /&gt;Ended up with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Links can't work.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a noob. &lt;br /&gt;Need help.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Can u?&lt;br /&gt;Pls.&lt;br /&gt;Ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110588784296797335?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110588784296797335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110588784296797335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110588784296797335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110588784296797335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-do-i-ask.html' title='Who do i ask? '/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110528434143164712</id><published>2005-01-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:25:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:13? the latest time that i tag at so far since my first post.. it's not that i want to post, it's just for the same excuse to not go to bed. either that or do not want to do homework. one of my new year resolutions is to achieve better grades, but seeing the state i'm in now, if it continues until eof i'm going to suffer. i am very very worried bout my back. i dont think its a really major injury but it's not recovering and now that we're going to have intensive dance lessons its becoming an obstacle for me to do full out. =( feeling sad again. my health is deteriorating, and i think stress and school is the cause. zzz. ohyes, went for earhole piercing on sat.. i was so 'stunned' after the first hole that according to my friend, my voice was trembling when i talked to them. later i became better..of coz..went with eli, lm and marlene.. lm and eli gt their second. later in the mrt on our way home, lm and i went to find a seat after marlene and eli left. we sat down and saw this couple sitting opposite us. the guy sports long hair and had one of his arms over his gf. as he was sleeping, his head was resting on the girl's head, who was awake. the first impression of them that mi and lm shared in silence made us burst into laughter. haha..les.. then the next thing was the sound asleep woman sitting just beside me. she kept leaning onto me when the train jerked, we juz kept laghing and laughing..lol.&lt;br /&gt;-get well soon- (i'm gg to write this until my back fully recovers. let's see how long this will take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110528434143164712?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110528434143164712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110528434143164712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110528434143164712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110528434143164712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/1113-latest-time-that-i-tag-at-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110510131264865936</id><published>2005-01-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T20:35:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreadful..my tuition starts again after 2 months of break. I learnt that my tuition teacher had actually gone to Phuket and came back before the disaster struck. She had wanted to go there to spend her Christmas but there are no plane tickets available.. it's really a blessing in disguise. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago my back started to ache, I thought it was back muscle ache at first, but realise it is more than that. It is still hurting now whenever i bend down to stretch.. really really hope it will recover soon. =( Syf is around the corner and there's arts fest this year. Y am I always injured at some part of my body or the other? In sec1 and 2 it was my ankle, sprained more than 3 times in total. Last year it was hamstring, shoulder and arm. Now.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I feel that each school day passes faster with the implementation of the 5-day week system. Not the point of the 5 schooldays - in fact we still have cca on Sat. It is because we have 2 breaks - recess and lunch break. Our day seems to be shorter too, and I thought it should'nt be the way cause seniors had often stayed in school till quite late for curriculum. But it may be good for a fresh start for this program, since we have so many out-of-school activities and electives and stuff, schedules are not so packed till we can't have a breather.&lt;br /&gt;Often when I'm tensed up, I don't breathe, and I don't even realise that always. I should learn to breathe more..haha..according to mr.raj, breathing is very important. Hopefully after I've mastered the skill of regular and healthy breathing my back'll recover faster. I hope mr.raj won't make us do stuff that requires back flexibility.. and instead start focusing on the very nearing syf. He's doesn't seem to be in the least worried, though I hope he is and has already got some ideas for it, and we are worried for him as well as ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;-get well soon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110510131264865936?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110510131264865936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110510131264865936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110510131264865936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110510131264865936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110493515527741469</id><published>2005-01-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:25:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school with four braids, two on each side. I felt so utterly embarrassed I didnt even want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation day. Polite applause, not confirmed reasons. Toxic and Tonight is What It Means to Be Young.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy cause i slept at twelve and woke up at 5.45.Havent done anything hw so far. Dont feel like doing. Still in holiday mode. Hope i can switch it to school mode asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110493515527741469?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110493515527741469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110493515527741469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110493515527741469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110493515527741469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-to-school-with-four-braids-two-on.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110483233459066504</id><published>2005-01-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:52:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz... yest and juz a while ago xin yu was telling me how sad she was feeling..think i got influenced by her and i'm feeling Sad now. And i dont know why. Surfing the net aimlessly doing nothing. Juz keep going the same websites repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Orientation perf, hope nothin goes wrong and the sec 1s will like it. Mr.raj completed the dance only yest and tml we're going to perf. This is so efficient. I feel that everybody has improved since the dance camp and learnt to pick up steps much more quickly. Mb through him we've learnt how to work under stress, think and act faster. But i have confidence in md. Take the countdown perf for example, we only caught a glimpse of the stage few hrs b4 the perf and we werent allowed to zou tai. We had to seek shelter in the mrt station coz it was raining and the holding area didn't live up to its name, committee members organised everyone and made a few changes to the dance to suit the stage. Everyone was worried, but in the end it turned out neat, and "better than usual rehearsals" as said by ms yeo. So..that's good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm supposed to sit in front of the com and spent so much time here, but i'm just so addicted to it, and i seriously don't feel like doing school stuff(though i've packed everything and checked through my diary). Still feeling sad.. listening to the song on xinyu's blog..which is making me feel worse..coz it's juz too nice to make me feel happy. -.-  Ok, it's so nice that i feel so fortunate as compared to others, especially the victims of disasters, and not only that coz it also reminds me of many many things.. i dont know how to explain....&lt;br /&gt;Anwway, gd luck for tml's perf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110483233459066504?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110483233459066504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110483233459066504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110483233459066504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110483233459066504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/haiz_04.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110467708518038380</id><published>2005-01-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:45:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragic Tsunami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the western coast of Northern Sumatra,&lt;br /&gt;A deadly disaster pushes its way&lt;br /&gt;Forcefully into the fates of commoners,&lt;br /&gt;Adamantly demonstrating its brutality,&lt;br /&gt;Generating streets of chaos,&lt;br /&gt;Disintegrating buildings into debris,&lt;br /&gt;Seizing the beauty of unblemished beaches,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving scars of depth in mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Is What It Means to Be Young ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Let the revels begin, let the fire get started,&lt;br /&gt;We're dancing for the restless broken-hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Let the revels begin, let the fire get started,&lt;br /&gt;We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110467708518038380?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110467708518038380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110467708518038380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110467708518038380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110467708518038380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2005/01/tragic-tsunami-off-western-coast-of.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110433369862932987</id><published>2004-12-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:21:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny day of the week cum countdown 2 days b4 countdown perf</title><content type='html'>Fyl: This blog is strictly produced under the rights of Lim Mian and Sze Khee. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had norm lessons s usual, but it was diff in a way..with everyone more bonded. Mr.raj came late (s usual too =x) so we took the time to watch the perf we did for mdm mak during the camp.. all the sec 3s were dancing along. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was basically polishing on Body Electric. Coutdown 2 more days to the perf! so excited! Hope everything goes well...coz we wun be zou tai-ing and there r chances things will screw up. There'll be dance tomorrow too, a longer lesson because we spent lesser time today. Tomorrow we'll also be wearing the costumes..(talking bout that, i totally forgot to cut up the sequins). feeling lazy now. bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled to concourse to get the poppers..it was rather hard to find that place though a lot of ppl alr explained to us how it looks like..luckily sze skee's dad fetch us there:))yea,the shop was ez to find..just went up the escalator and there it is..we got the poppers very quickly..i didnt expect it to be so cheap..anyways,we continued shopping after that and found this shop with loads of postcards..it was really very nice and we spent a very long time trying to decide which one to get..in the end,each of us took abt 15 of that..haha..i nvr knew postcards could be that buy-able..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea,and we bought eli's bdae present too!it's a keychain kinda thing with her name engraved on it(dont worry,she wont be reading this..so the surprise will still be there:))besides that, also went to shop for clothes and stuff..it sure was a long day of walking..but well,i think it was enjoyable!tmr we'll be having practise again for body electric and the orientation dance..today's practice was kinda lax and i think tmr's one will be tougher..but anyhow,the performance is on 31st and we def have to work hard for it:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got Eli's presents we went Popular. I forgot what we went there for but we spent a whole LOT of time there - juz choosing notebooks. haha! When we came out it was already seven and we din even feel the time passing by. Mi and lm were choosing notebooks to use a diaries for next yr and after much unnecessary crap and pickiness about the design, size, colour blah blah, we finally settled on a (a brand)'s notebook. Lm thought of pasting one of the postcards we got earlier on on the front page so that it can be covered by the transparent cover and look real nice. I decided to do the same. So we took out all our postcards and chose some suitable ones, place them one by one on the front page so see which image turns out the best. We were in a dilemma, could not make up our minds what colour of the notebooks we wanted and which postcard to paste on it. We seem really tiao ti, haha. So basically that's what we did for the ahlf an hour?? I guess so, coz we were too bz finding faults with the notebooks that we did not take note of the time. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110433369862932987?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110433369862932987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110433369862932987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110433369862932987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110433369862932987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/funny-day-of-week-cum-countdown-2-days.html' title='Funny day of the week cum countdown 2 days b4 countdown perf'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110390310171909488</id><published>2004-12-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:45:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing dance camp</title><content type='html'>Dance camp came to an end with the presentations of various awards. The atmosphere was so lifted that i felt i was in Star Awards. Or even more than that. I hate to leave the camp, but all good things have to come to an end. And all bad things never end. =(&lt;br /&gt;4 figures of authorities came to witness and judge the dance competition, which we had prepared for about 6 hours in total. During the competition, when it was time for the 2nd verse, Felicia did the steps for the chorus and everyone else follewed her, except mi and elizabeth. So i hurried changed the order of the steps and made it look like it was on purpose or something. Asked marlene if it was obvious but she said she thought we were quite neat. In fact, the dance didnt go as we had planned, although many said we looked alright. We didnt win, but we all did our best =) -  at least we didnt freak out when we went so close to the 4 figures of authorities.&lt;br /&gt;Exotique grabbed the limelight with the Best dance in competition and Most competent group in dance camp. Wow =)&lt;br /&gt;Danceathon came on again. It was eat, compete, dance style/routine, eat, compete, and the cycle continues, until the competition was over. I didnt eat much but still felt nauseous.. i rather not eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this camp would continue forever. Sheng yu, Mike and Andrew r great dancers and hope we'll haf a chance to work wif them again. Right now, all i haf to do is to get more sleep, juggle between dance practices and the pile of hw and hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;md rox~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110390310171909488?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110390310171909488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110390310171909488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110390310171909488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110390310171909488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/missing-dance-camp.html' title='Missing dance camp'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110381251533201742</id><published>2004-12-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:35:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day of dance camp! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woohoo!!had our second day of dance camp today..we had one hour of self choreograph but we didn’t really have much time and it was a total rush..but anyways we started our dance style two which was “don’t stop!never give up!” it was a relaxing dance style compared to the previous stuff we did, but still requires a lot of energy and MEMORY WORK coz he only showed it once, but luckily we have our assistants..phew! after that, we did “tonight, what is the meaning of young”..it sort of signify teen angst and mr raj said we did it well!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was Canadian pizzas and we ordered 6 extra large pizzas but it was not enough.. Right after lunch was self choreography again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK: Ember managed to choreograph quite a large section of the song in just 8 mins! So it was an achievement for everyone. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM: as for flames, I think we were def better today..ytd we had diff grps doing diff actions and today we actually combined our ideas..though we didn’t manage to finish the entire dance and there were small disagreements at times..but at least we are much more together..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp..we started watching a dance video..it was the production of acjc with mr raj..RESTLESS!! it was inspirational and professional and though it was just a video, we were all clapping and cheering enthu-ly after each performance..yea..it was totally great..it wasn’t just like a typical dance show..the dances were continuous as the message of this performance is that anything that happens in a place is connecting to each and everyone of us coz of humanity and yea..dance is all abt humanity:) our opinions of him did change after this camp, for the better..and we felt that there was more bond among us thru this camp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continued with our dance routine 2 and completed the dance. After that came polishing and I guess everyone was pushing themselves hard..anyways..if we were to count the no of pumpings we did, it would be uncountable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCEATON was just dancing every dance we did throughout the camp continuously..it was tiring coz while we have to recall the steps, we also have to do it full-out as if we were performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we sat in a circle with mr raj standing at the centre giving a small speech about his thoughts and feelings about this dance camp. Overall, he was impressed by our progress and that our first dance camp went on smoothly and well! some of us got emotional and started crying..oh yea, and miss yeo also gave us a speech about us being more confident..we found out that mr raj actually agreed to teach in this school coz of miss yeo as he thinks that she is a very passionate teacher-in-charge which is rare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish this camp would not end so soon..and we def look forward to having another one in near future! We will miss this camp a lot, especially once sch reopens. “Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for mr raj (the assistants, miss yeo and everyone!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance styles:&lt;br /&gt;YMCA&lt;br /&gt;Country inline dancing, aka farmer dance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop, never give up&lt;br /&gt;That thing u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance routines:&lt;br /&gt;La Boomba!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, what is the meaning of young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110381251533201742?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110381251533201742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110381251533201742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110381251533201742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110381251533201742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/second-day-of-dance-camp.html' title='Second day of dance camp! =)'/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110372595280920570</id><published>2004-12-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:32:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy now, but i can barely open my eyes. Coz today's the 1st day of dance camp! I want this memory to remain forever. haha, sounds so serious.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school at 7 AM! woke up so early when i slept at 12 plus last night and couldnt get to sleep. =x&lt;br /&gt;We had Icebreakers, which includes Wacko, which was supposed to be something like a tradition for modern dance, the ladder game and somethign else, if not, nothin else.&lt;br /&gt;Dance style was the YMCA dance. lol. y-m-c-a. The first thing i thought of when i saw the dance was that it seemed like a kiddy dance. At least better than chicken dance. =x But it was enjoyable. =)&lt;br /&gt;Later we learnt La Boo&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;, or Ba&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;, or whatever u spell it. It's a latin dance, and i didnt realise it until mr.raj told us later. what a failure after being in dance for 3 yrs. In the end, at the end of the day, we managed to complete learning the whole dance. applause for us!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was catered food. I suppose no one finished the entire box of food, coz most of us were overly hungry and was afraid our stomachs couldnt take it later when we dance.&lt;br /&gt;After that, had self-choreography, for the competition on the last day 24th dec. Then learnt dance style 2, which is country in-line dancing! Ohman i love it. =D But according to the teacher, our group, Ember, didnt have members with good memories, so we only danced a small portion of the dance when he stopped the music. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the interesting part of the camp is the 3 assisstants and dance cheer. We had 3 committee members from ACJC dance club to join us in the camp and they are also taught by mr.raj.&lt;br /&gt;After much arguments, our group decideed on the name Ember. And our short, sweet and simple cheer is "Yay! We rock!" haha. They were many versions of it, and all requested by the instructor. first was a neutral one, second was a sexy one, and third was an agressive and angry one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day instructor said the debrief would be short coz he is generally glad with our performance today. =) Then some of the sec3s went for dinner at Coro, and we saw mr.raj and mike and the acjc girl(forgot her name) in the Prince place.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin forward to tommorow, coz theyre'll be pizza for lunch! hahas. In fact looking forward to more torture and sufferings and bruises and cuts and lecturing. In fact in fact, looking forward to the dance routine 2.&lt;br /&gt;Ive got many things to do, so wont write any further. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110372595280920570?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110372595280920570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110372595280920570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110372595280920570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110372595280920570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-happy-now-but-i-can-bar_110372595280920570.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110311563345920393</id><published>2004-12-15T20:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:27:05.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things accomplished today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sat LRT for the second time in my life&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut hair (layered)&lt;br /&gt;3. Walked and shopped around Lot1&lt;br /&gt;*Saw the cute girl who acted in pao ba, hai zi, Megan Tay. V pretty, looks small in size.  &lt;br /&gt;4. Made Kriss Kringles box - painted it black, drew and cut out figures of ballerinas, decorated the whole box&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuition lm, or rather she tuition me&lt;br /&gt;6. Ate 3 types of ice-cream -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Many things written above are written so for the joy of my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110311563345920393?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110311563345920393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110311563345920393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110311563345920393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110311563345920393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-accomplished-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110221980828455968</id><published>2004-12-05T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T12:21:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee.. my 2nd sleepover in 2 weeks, this time's in eli's house. There was dance audition for a performance on sat so mi, eli and lm had to rehearse. There were only twenty something ppl who turned up for dance class, and only twenty one ppl can get in, so most of the ppl who turned up for the audition got in. But i have no idea what performance it's gg to be though.. anw, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, went over to eli's house right in the morn, danced till noon, then went out for lunch, after that shopping. i bought a plain white t-shirt, which was supposed part of the costume for a performance next year. Spent alot of $$$! The next day even had to borrow $ from eli.. about 10. =(  OhyA! We also went Sonata, to look at jazz boots and jazz shoes, as told by our instructor to invest in. jazz boots r ex! but i;m considering whether to buy.. ive got permission from my mother. =) We slept at 3 am on Thurs, coz eli's house was v dark and we couldnt decide whether to keep which light on, and we chatted till v late.. so in the end when we were supposed to wake up @ 845 to walk to MacRitchie, we woke up @ 11! i said i didnt wake up coz i saw her still sleeping, and she said she didnt wake up coz she saw me still sleeping. -.- Poor lm had to wait at the mrt station for half hr, and take a cab here by herself.&lt;br /&gt;zZz. ive got bad memory, im sure i missed out lots of things i did on wed and thurs. Anw, watched sg idol. Glad that Taufik won! I was so scared sly would win, haha. Hx, dont blame me!&lt;br /&gt;Thurs morn we baked oreo cheesecake! i'm dont mind eating it, but i wonder y ppl love it.. haha. i got to eat it only on sat when eli brought it to cca. i like the base. yum.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110221980828455968?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110221980828455968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110221980828455968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110221980828455968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110221980828455968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/12/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110139083983569686</id><published>2004-11-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:53:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so sleepy now i can fall asleep almost immediately if u gif mi a bed, but too bad i haven't bathed yet. lien heres the thing ure waiting for in anticipation, haha. Yesterday was a tiring day, today is one also. Went over to eliz's house first thing in the morn yest coz she had to teach me a new dance. Then angel and jolene joined us afterward. btw, i think i can write alot and very in details, but if i crap all the way i wont be able to bathe by ten.&lt;br /&gt;s.e.a had sleepover at my house! this can be counted as the first time i have sleepover wif frens, before that r all wif cousin. we act gt back home quite late, so we started cookies brownies baking at 9 plus..it ended the next morning. at about 1am. =x by then we were all so tired and my eyes were sore. but we din sleep after that, coz we stayed up till 3 plus to talk. angel was our entertainer for the night who told us about her class story and stuff. we woke up at about 8 for cca. we had sort of superstretch today..of coz its v painful for mi coz ive not been stretching for the past 2 and half weeks. i bet ill wake up with severe muscle ache all over mi body tml. &lt;br /&gt;anw, after cca was lunch (duh..anw i cant close brackets coz mi keyboard suddenly went crazy and all the functions have gone rong..and watched princess diaries. Some parts of the show were so funny i couldnt stop laughing!haha. It's quite a nice movie.yea. &lt;br /&gt;anw gtg now. shld sleep early today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110139083983569686?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110139083983569686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110139083983569686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110139083983569686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110139083983569686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-feeling-so-sleepy-now-i-can-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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-9262975.post-110104899158730535</id><published>2004-11-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:25:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'> first post </title><content type='html'>Sorry for any inconvenience caused. =P&lt;br /&gt;Many many things not yet put up, hold on a while more~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9262975-110104899158730535?l=mytrails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/feeds/110104899158730535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9262975&amp;postID=110104899158730535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110104899158730535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9262975/posts/default/110104899158730535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mytrails.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-post.html' title=' first post '/><author><name>eskay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04345495728862029572</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></feed>
