<?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-9626172</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:43:21.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9626172.post-115382993875444924</id><published>2006-07-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:18:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoz ppl... i changed my blog add....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;access &lt;a href="http://ponandzi.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ponandzi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-115382993875444924?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115382993875444924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=115382993875444924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115382993875444924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115382993875444924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/yoz-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-115352954212888658</id><published>2006-07-22T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:52:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One driving course costs about 1800 bucks according to my pa. If i'm unable to pass the driving test, i'll probably need 2k+ for my entire driving course. I MUST try to PASS on my first driving test!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was asking my pa various questions, such as stopping on a slope, and accelerating again without moving backwards. such a skill certainly needs a lot of practice. My pa was telling me all the procedures and i thought, how do you process this many steps just to accelerate up the slope? Not only so, you must note the gear number and so on. i was so confused when he explained that i simply got him to demonstrate to me at our house's multi-storey carpark. I can't imagine when i have to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;After which, i went to sit at the driver's seat to have a taste of what it's like to be a driver. I took note of what i'm supposed to see at the side mirrors and rear mirror. Apparently, i'm too short (or am i?) hence i was unable to see certain details which they (my bro n pa) could. If my pa was to let me drive his car (or practise) after i get my licence, he would have to adjust the side mirrors all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i practised switching gears. I managed to get hit gear 1 to gear 5 on my first try but i simply could not get the reverse gear...siann... i was lyke using aLL my strength to push it towards the reverse gear. Then my pa commented, "you are quite violent lehz... crock crock crock..." First try mar...can't help it... i don't really noe how much strength to exert...&lt;br /&gt;Next time, i must study when to use what gear. i don't think i'll need gear 5 in Singapore since the speed limit is soooo low.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for post- alvls... i wanna get my licence!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-115352954212888658?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115352954212888658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=115352954212888658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115352954212888658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115352954212888658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-driving-course-costs-about-1800.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-115347628089103790</id><published>2006-07-21T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T18:04:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My physics... i thought i got a B... but then, i noticed a huge marking error in the paper while Mr Lee was going through today, and there goes my B!! well, at least my grades can make up a word already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking, how do you gauge maturity? Is being philosophical equivalent to maturity? Or does age correspond to level of maturity? Or having more experiences will increase your level of maturity? I've been doubting that. My father told me, i must start learning to speak in a way that is "acceptable" to adults, or rather, in a mature or "adult" way and not argue my way through in an impolite manner. I don't find my logics wrong. They make sense, even if it meant unacceptable to my father. My father holds his views very strongly, just as I do. I call him stubborn, but i'm stubborn too. Perhaps it's time to think things from a different perspective, that different people have different mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well age definitely do not correspond to maturity. When i was mapling, the usual event occurred, the infamous "ks" or "kill-steal". A high level professional accused me of bullying his character when i didn't even go near him. He chased me around the map in the game, obstructing my hunting process. Knowing this, i simply let him chase him, trying to out-run him on several occasions and i did succeed. After which, we started deliberating. He declared that he's no longer a student when i assumed that he was a kid. So i told him such actions of his were childish because i can easily avoid them, though not wanting to. He resorted to calling me a dog and so on...i simply do not want to play on with him... why turn to vulgarities when you are no longer able to argue over a person? It's sad to know that a game, popular among youngsters, is flooded with vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmz, never mind about maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When was the last time you've been praised? When was the last time you praised someone?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-115347628089103790?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115347628089103790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=115347628089103790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115347628089103790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115347628089103790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-115288938219703515</id><published>2006-07-14T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:03:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In response to the tags.... ---------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog, even if the blog entry is senseless =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got crazy over a song!! It's "fate" or "In-yeon" by Lee Sun-hee. What's following this sentence is the translation of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that when this moment's over and we meet again&lt;br /&gt;That we can put everything in the past and stand by each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call fate, it's something we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever experience another day as glorious as today?&lt;br /&gt;You're a gift upon this exhausting path of life&lt;br /&gt;I'll continuously wash and shine our love so it won't rust away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting was short like a drunken affair, but it was real&lt;br /&gt;Even though this cannot last, I won't resent it because nothing is forever&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call fate, it's something we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever experience another day as glorious as today?&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to say, but you probably already know&lt;br /&gt;When we meet again some time in the future&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we couldn't have in this life&lt;br /&gt;The fate we couldn't live in this life&lt;br /&gt;When we meet again some time in the future&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let go of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very touching. Especially while watching the trailer, and listening to the song, it is exceptionally emotion-triggering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just couldn't understand why people are over-concerned about certain issues. it may seem extremely insignificant to one, but yet, anger-triggering to another. It may seem as a joke to one, but to another, it's a serious offence. Well, i myself experienced incidents when i'm extremely petty, unwillingly to forgive the other party even though it's just a joke. i guess one must be more forgiving and willing to take things in their stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sick when someone don't appreciate your efforts. Perhaps an A is more important than anything. The result is everything, not the process, even if the result is an anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;"You've deproved. stop playing so much games. please spend more time on your books."&lt;br /&gt;and when i mug, you say, "can you like...stop staying at the table for such long periods of time? spend some time walking around or going out of the house."&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to do? Get good results? Exercise more? Stop playing? Why am i getting so stressed over exams for? isn't it for you? Tell me that i'm not stressed because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you. Allow me to transfer to some other school pls. I'll obtain the 4 As you want. happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-115288938219703515?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/115288938219703515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=115288938219703515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115288938219703515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/115288938219703515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-response-to-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114947998712675846</id><published>2006-06-05T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:59:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONCERT HAS ENDED!!&lt;br /&gt;This has marked the end of my school CO life... i feel sort of sad...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Meixuan, Huiyi and FeL! for coming to support me at the concert despite being unable to appreciate CO music totally...LOL... but really thanks a lot... AND YES.... that flattened bun, I ATE IT AFTER THE CONCERT... lol... a great cure for hunger...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ruowei, jaey and em for your moral support through smses although you all can't make it to the concert...&lt;br /&gt;QING SHAN!! Thanks for coming oso!! i like that heart! i noe both of you love me ya? and i miss both of you a lot... interval was too short for me... and i couldn't find both of you after the concert for hugs and kisses... we must meet up k? still got a lot a lot of things to say!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the seniors and sharon who came to support us too.. OMG I MISS U ALL LAR!! lol... reminds me of the period of time during syf we spent together as the 2005 XYZ... =D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the juniors!! for the cute cushion, the "calendar", and of cos, all the fun we had together. We rock the stage as XYZ'06. We had a great time together!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my own batchmates. We rock larr... nothing else to sae...&lt;br /&gt;No more school CO alreadi... life will be quite sian ba... without those laughters and gossips... Bleahhhhz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114947998712675846?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114947998712675846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114947998712675846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114947998712675846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114947998712675846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/concert-has-ended-this-has-marked-end.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114931701855969921</id><published>2006-06-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:43:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tml's the concert...&lt;br /&gt;i feel... apprehensive?&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long journey.... went through SYF and all sorts of performances. Met different people... had my share of pain, sadness, loneliness, happiness and enjoyment. Tomorrow will be quite a significant day as it marks the end of my hcco life. It may not be a formal end...but it shall be the last time i'm performing with hcco. I hope i can enjoy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tensed and stressed now. Hopefully, i wun flop my parts. Usually, i'm hidden inside the group. This time, it's quite different...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114931701855969921?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114931701855969921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114931701855969921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114931701855969921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114931701855969921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/06/tmls-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114900462994041082</id><published>2006-05-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:06:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/DSC00103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em says that the eyes are a bit funnie... i dunno... &lt;br /&gt;Tzeyi says...neck a bit funnie...&lt;br /&gt;I say, everything seems funnie...LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114900462994041082?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114900462994041082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114900462994041082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114900462994041082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114900462994041082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/em-says-that-eyes-are-bit-funnie.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114879345860601678</id><published>2006-05-28T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:31:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My first day of ludibrium adventure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really know how ludibrium was like... there was no world map or whatsoever. So i grabbed lamemage to explore with me. Got free heal =D&lt;br /&gt;Eos tower is a nitemare! A NITEMARE! two of us happily jumped down from the 100th level to the 1st level, thinking that it's like orbis tower, where there'll be an exit at the bottom. When we reached level 1, we realised...there was no exits =.= 100 LEVELS!!! amazing... orbis' 20 levels were nitemares to me... now we have 100... great... no scrolls, nothing... rot there and die... Meaniesinx (fortunately!) was online... he summoned his fren's priest to save us by using mystic door. In fact, he wasn't saving only us, but MANY others who were stuck there and probably crying alreadi...&lt;br /&gt;Mystic door is freaking cool! you get teleported out of eos tower to ludibrium which is 100 levels away... well...i shall just stick to rockie and train her. Lightning mages are suited to train in eos tower. This is because the range the monsters could go is rather small, which is about the range of lightning strike. Spawn rate is rather high too.&lt;br /&gt;Once both of us were out, we went on to explore toy factory with our tourguide meanie. There were cute bears, cakes, mouses stuck in clocks and so on until we reached "path of time". It's a gorgeous place... the art...veri nice...&lt;br /&gt;So... we went in... jumping cautiously to avoid those high damage monsters...&lt;br /&gt;I got killed when we were about to reach another map... by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/viking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/viking2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are about level 80+ i think...one damage from them is 1000+... 3 attacks from them, i say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went back to find lamemage and meaniesinx while they continued exploring... it's quite exciting, trying to avoid, and waiting for the best opportunity to jump to avoid being hit... lol...&lt;br /&gt;We reached the warped passage... where the gate keeper is hiding... Meaniesinx died a few times there because it appeared from nowhere and injured him. 3 of us just chiong.... chiong pass a pro... and a gatekeeper appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/gatekeeper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched at a side, while the pro killed the gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that we were safe, we went on, to the Thanatos map. Pros were killing them and we just watched at a side again. Lamemage and I went on to the nex map, only to find ourselves surrounded by stupidly high level monsters again at the portal!! we quickly teleported back to the Thanatos map. Another Thanatos appeared and a sin was killing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/Thanatos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of us were pushed right to the side of the map and was screaming in silence, " oh FREAK!! QUICK DIE!! i dun wanna get killed!!" Once the Thanatos touches me, i can say goodbye, again. Fortunately the Thanatos turned away while the sin killed it. Whew... we walked back... and another Thanatos appeared... PUSHING US TO THE SIDE AGAIN!!! "OH FREAK!! move away! move awaY!! ARGHHZ!!!" The sin escaped and 2 of us got killed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/Maple0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ending!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2nd day of adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PQ (party quest) DAE!! Theif(that's his nick...his spelling error) and I went to the pq area... Set up our party, and got ready for pq-ing. I went around tracking the people as usual (quoted from bun: "she can be PI alreadi...pro stalker!!") BleahhHz... We waited for HOURS and we missed quite a few party quests because another group went in first. In that few hours, bun managed to level and he chiong to ludibrium from victoria island...90k mesos fly... When he reached, we kicked people out and the 3 PQ KHAKIS REUNITED AT LUDIBRIUM!! Reminiscing our past...pq-ing was a great memory for the 3 of us. Now, we re-live our memories =D&lt;br /&gt;We missed a few times again, until bun and i wanted to go off, we got in =D&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather screwed PQ, cos many of us were first timers. LOL... The first time we went in, we lost one pass to the next stage and we were literally stuck there, unable to move back or progress. We rushed out, only to find no one outside! then we got in again. This time, all of us were careful... At the boss monster stage, a freaking big monster appeared! ALISHAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j283/kawaiianjing/alishar.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could curse and seal people's skills... i got sealed twice, but having holy water, that was no threat to me. Juz kept whacking it with ice (without a single miss) and it died, of course =D It was fun =D Still, we preferred the kerning PQ, cos it's faster. But ludi PQ is quite fun oso =D&lt;br /&gt;Hope 3 of us can pq together again before we level. All of us are at lvl 50 alreadi...one more level, no more pq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114879345860601678?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114879345860601678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114879345860601678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114879345860601678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114879345860601678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-day-of-ludibrium-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114819924456207288</id><published>2006-05-21T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:15:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jung Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introverted (I) 66.67% Extroverted (E) 33.33%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sensing (S) 50% Intuitive (N) 50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling (F) 54.17% Thinking (T) 45.83%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Judging (J) 54.17% Perceiving (P) 45.83%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your type is: ISFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--66.67 50 54.17 54.17--&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #c9d1dc; COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/isfj.html"&gt;ISFJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - "Conservator". Desires to be of service and to minister to individual needs - very loyal. 13.8% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung_word_pair.html"&gt;Free Jung Word Choice Test (similar to MBTI)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114819924456207288?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114819924456207288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114819924456207288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819924456207288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819924456207288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/jung-test-results-introverted-i-66.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114819772286888304</id><published>2006-05-21T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:48:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something wrong with the blog template... but i shall make do with it... it doesn't matter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114819772286888304?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114819772286888304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114819772286888304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819772286888304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819772286888304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-wrong-with-blog-template.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114819277551073711</id><published>2006-05-21T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:51:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Your Type is ISFJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted -&gt; 89%&lt;br /&gt;Sensing -&gt; 1%&lt;br /&gt;Feeling -&gt; 12%&lt;br /&gt;Judging -&gt; 11%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualitative analysis of your type formula&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;very expressed introvert&lt;br /&gt;slightly expressed sensing personality&lt;br /&gt;slightly expressed feeling personality&lt;br /&gt;slightly expressed judging personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging by Marina Margaret Heiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile: ISFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.&lt;br /&gt;While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones--although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; COLOR: #666688" href="http://typelogic.com/fa.html"&gt;Functional Analysis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Joe Butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted Sensing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ISTJs, the dominant Si is oriented toward the world of forms, essences, generics. Again, "for both of the IS_J types, the sense of propriety comes from the clear definition of these internal forms. ... A 'proper' chair has four legs," etc. (Jung saw IS as something of an oxymoron: sensing, which is a perceiving function, focused inward and thus away from that which is perceived (the "object"). In this light, he described this sensing as something removed from reality, full of archetypes/mythical figures/hobgoblins; sensing of one's own set of forms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind of "regression toward the mean" provided by the Fe auxiliary function serves to socialize the expression of these forms. I suppose it's the auxiliary nature of this Feeling, coupled with the balancing effect of {detachment from the internal idiosyncratic view of free-floating data perceptions} that makes ISFJs tentative, conservative, and reticent to boldly state the rights and wrongs in the relational world. (Loosely translated, ISFJs like to keep their perceptions to themselves, and aren't sure enough that what they "see" as Introverted Sensors has any relevance to the outside world. Thus the perception, based on unworldly data, may not be true. The obedient Extraverted Feeling function must therefore refrain from strong statements expressing these opinions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverted Thinking is turned inward and is largely invisible. It is only with great difficulty, if at all, that the ISFJ could willingly commit anyone to their doom. Perhaps this explains why ISFJs are loyal to the end; there is no sense of purely objective (i.e., impersonal) judgement of anyone but themselves (and that only by their own standards). Here is this type's achilles heel that makes many of them so vulnerable to the scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells who often use and abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraverted iNtuition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISFJs are easily undone by Extraverted iNtuition, their inferior function. Believing in the fantastic, and disbelieving the technologically extant, are errors that my guide the gullible (or unfoundedly sceptical) ISFJ off a precipice of mis-conclusion. (One of our co-workers' mothers adamantly refused to believe that Dave Letterman's mom was actually at the olympics in Norway talking with the athletes and handing out hams! She suspected technological trickery.)&lt;br /&gt;This childlike Ne is, however, the likely source (coupled with fun-loving Extraverted Feeling) of the practical joking, punning and (usually harmless) impishness of some ISFJs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Emily... my percentage for "I" getting as big as yours...i dun believe it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114819277551073711?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114819277551073711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114819277551073711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819277551073711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114819277551073711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-type-is-isfj-11-qualitative.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114796352066939104</id><published>2006-05-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:45:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Golden retrievers -&gt; when they are young, they are SUPER CUTE!! when they are old, they are SUPER BIG AND CUTE!! generally more gentle i think. They make good companions but HDB flats dun allow them.  Always look as if they are perpetually smiling at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Schnauzers -&gt; i prefer miniature schnauzers. small small dog walk around... look so young and yet so old... but generally noiser...always hear my neighbour's schnauzers bark bark bark...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chihuahua -&gt; too small and skinny...not nice to hug... the barks are rather shrill too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jack Russell -&gt; too active. slackers like me cannot handle them. still, they are veri cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huskies -&gt; too ex. Even if can afford to buy one, oso can't afford to keep it for long... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maltese -&gt; dun like the hair...like the face only... round round one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Collies -&gt; too hairy? i dunno... but i lyke the lassie type of collie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;German shepherd -&gt; cute when young...old liaoz quite scary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Labrador -&gt; no hair one...not nice to hug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dalmatians -&gt; cute in the movie lar...but in real life are they that cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still got wad dogs?? ARrr....din memorise enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114796352066939104?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114796352066939104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114796352066939104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114796352066939104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114796352066939104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-they-are-young-they-are-super.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114762116570796654</id><published>2006-05-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:42:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day trip to Kukup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lightning no storm no cars lost on the way no accident on the way no wrong turns on the way. My pa's car's window got jammed and it's a hilarious sight seeing 3 man pulling that stupid window up. Next, Mr Gan's passport was not "chopped" with that dunno-wad-m'sian-stamp. Wasted 10mins or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hr was all it took to reach kukup. Kukup = town on swamp. Look beneath ur feet, u see mud, mud skippers, rubbish, crabs, shellfish and wadeva u want to see there. Once u drop from the raised path, good luck. 1 week of bathing = not enough. U need 10 bottles of perfume to cover up that smell. Imagine what goes into the mud =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resort...not bad lar...face the kelongs... see the sea...see the rain coming towards us...see the mud beneath our feet... (low tide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food. plenty of bbq crap. At least...their skills MUCH better than ours. LOL....we never had to swallow a chao-ta chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner(high tide), FISHING! My first time fishing nia...yimin taught me the basics and off i went...&lt;br /&gt;Lost my first prawn to the fishes. I didn't realise that a fish was tugging my hook even though i felt some strong vibrations. So my second prawn went down into the mud water. AHhhh...i waited for a while...and i felt the strong tugs again!! Pulled my rod... AND OMG...it's HEAVY... BLaHz... I screamed for help cos i didn't noe wad to do... The fish was hanging in mid-air and i didn't even see what it was until it was lifted on to the bridge. OH MY...cATFISH... not bad sia! my first catch!! but it's poisonous..&lt;br /&gt;Yimin caught a snake /eel a while after i caught my catfish... This wriggly stuff... =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i caught a snake a while after i caught my catfish.. That thing dropped back into the sea... 1hr or so after that chain of catches...no fish/eel/snake was willing to eat our prawns.. In fact, Yimin's prawns began to disappear even though she didn't catch anything. lol...&lt;br /&gt;After sitting there and stoning for a while...looking at the stars...and flowers blooming in the sky... AHhhh....something ate my prawn again! oh great...it was a long wriggly stuff again...which tangles itself up...according to the locals...it's an eel... BLEAHhhz...my catches =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i played with a SUPER CUTE ANJING!!! LYKEOMG SO CUTE!!! i carried it, then cuddle it....then omG!!! so CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/DSC00071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/320/DSC00071.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelong...veri nice...got shark (i went to touch it...slimy), got jellyfish, got stingray, got kingcrab, got lobster, got oyster, sea urchin, shark's eggs...whole lot of crap...spotted another cute cute dog again =p but that one not as cute as the first...hehh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114762116570796654?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114762116570796654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114762116570796654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114762116570796654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114762116570796654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-day-trip-to-kukup-no-lightning-no.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114749274914075070</id><published>2006-05-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:59:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strolling in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;What do i see?&lt;br /&gt;Black figures lurking about&lt;br /&gt;Shadows trailing me&lt;br /&gt;One image after another appear before me&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;State of confusion&lt;br /&gt;Distortion of reality&lt;br /&gt;Numbers appear&lt;br /&gt;People walked past me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to catch a concrete image&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Drift into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in a sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114749274914075070?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114749274914075070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114749274914075070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114749274914075070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114749274914075070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/strolling-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114735301805675873</id><published>2006-05-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:19:30.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drifting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted from gor, "Sometimes we put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down."&lt;br /&gt;I put up walls. They never came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please put yourself in others' shoes."&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to wear yours. Are you willing to wear mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misunderstood you. I expected more from you than what you can offer. I gave up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare to turn to you. I'll go against the norm. I don't want to defy the norm. I don't dare to think further. I don't wish to wait too. I'll feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been with you. Yet, I've never dared to tell you a single thing. I'm so close, yet so far from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I tell you more than what I should. Definte more. Yet, the results went beyond what I expected. Define beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. Listen. Analyse. Think. Oh, so that's you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I over-rated myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114735301805675873?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114735301805675873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114735301805675873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114735301805675873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114735301805675873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/drifting.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114726940939114993</id><published>2006-05-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:05:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadir of life?</title><content type='html'>Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you really happy?&lt;br /&gt;I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you are not sad?&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;Are you really fortunate?&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stressed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you stressed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you stressed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you really not stressed?&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you depressed now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you really not depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114726940939114993?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114726940939114993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114726940939114993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114726940939114993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114726940939114993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/05/nadir-of-life.html' title='Nadir of life?'/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114577432793050366</id><published>2006-04-23T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:38:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My plans for post A'Levels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. It could be as a waitress in a restaurant or during a function, or data-entry/processing work at NTUC income or some other companies... I'm not sure. Depends on whether people are willing to offer me the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to drive and obtain my licence. After which, i can drive my pa's car if it still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play a violin. I won't be taking lessons of course. I wanna self-master the skill. Hopefully, i can learn how to sight-read bean-sprouts and the basic terms. Firstly, i need a cheap violin. Where can i get it??? and i think i'll be thrashing my pay on a violin...haiz...not again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple. It's the time to chiong maple. I should get my 3rd job during this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn japanese? Is it possible? i'm not sure...i'm quite occupied it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack travelling. NAHHHz...my parents won't allow me (cos i'm a girl &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it... Seems like there's a long list of stuffs i needa do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114577432793050366?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114577432793050366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114577432793050366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114577432793050366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114577432793050366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-plans-for-post-alevels.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114517695848861131</id><published>2006-04-16T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:42:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went China during the december holidays. (there was an entry on it) It's like so long ago -.- Anyway, during the trip, one of the highlights was the visit to this tower (which i can't remember the name). There this sacred beast within made of white jade ( or izzit some other jade) called Pi Xiu. Apparently, you have to stroke it in a specific manner while you make your wish. Then, your wishes will come true. I'm not sure how true that is, but the statue was beautifully made and that mesmerized me. Anyway, we went up to the shop next. There are different Pi XiuS that symbolise different things. My mum bought one that symbolises good health. So far, there hasn't been much complains from her regarding her backaches and so on. Just a fever. My fren's auntie bought one that symbolises wealth. Guess what? When she came back to Singapore, she actually striked lottery a few times (altho the amount isn't really big). oh my...&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the trip, is the Peking Duck. LIKE DUH??? The taste is simply superb. We went this place called Bian Yi Fang. My parents call it Pian Yi Fang. Apparently, we only got to taste the skin( although that's the nicest part and only significant part of the whole duck), and each of us could have a bite or two and that's the end. No meat. what???? OUR $$$ fLEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yimin and I weren't so happy you see... I wanted MORE peking duck... So on the last day of the trip, which was free-n-easy, i went again!! HEhhz....but Yimin was still yearning for the peking duck.&lt;br /&gt;So we came back Singapore, went Yong Chun Lou to try out the Peking Duck there. Not bad...but Quan Ji De's one simply rockz. Yimin's uncle treated us to that real ex meal.&lt;br /&gt;We can't just let him treat us and do nothing right? My father and yimin's father treated his family back. ALthough it was a much cheaper meal, but i guess, it wasn't the value that counts, rather, the heart and sincerity that counts. Anyway, they brought their family to a quite famous steamboat stall for a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note the importance of reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story i read from Fruits Basket. A hunter was walking along the road one day. He met an old beggar. The beggar asked him for money. The hunter gave him all his money and the beggar ran away. He went on and he met many other people, who asked for his bags, clothes, shoes and whatever he has before running away like the beggar. The hunter was already naked by the time he met a devil. The devil complained of hunger, and he ate the hunter's arms, limbs, body. Before leaving, he left a note with the word "stupid" written on it for the hunter. The hunter smiled and he cried. "Thank you! Thank you! This is the first time i've ever received anything from anyone!! Thank you!" and he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note the importance of reciprocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has always told me. When someone gives u anything, you must return. It may be something cheap, it must be something ex. However, it's the sincerity and the heart to return that counts. That's the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give something. That something, may or may not be an item. It could be just an action. When people care for you, you must always remember to care for them too. When people provided help, you must remember to provide them help too when in need. And so on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114517695848861131?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114517695848861131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114517695848861131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114517695848861131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114517695848861131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-went-china-during-december-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114432695339561386</id><published>2006-04-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:35:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...It was raining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...I went on a 156 bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Perfectly sheltered from the rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Stepped into the bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Felt warmth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Ahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Protected from the cold weather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...30mins later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...I was sweating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Aircon's either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Not working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...The driver didn't switch it on to save electricity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Sheesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114432695339561386?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114432695339561386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114432695339561386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114432695339561386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114432695339561386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114347323994949042</id><published>2006-03-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:27:19.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/ll.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/320/ll.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            John's Present COMPLETED !!! I finished like...5 times??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114347323994949042?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114347323994949042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114347323994949042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114347323994949042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114347323994949042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/johns-present-completed-i-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114311548210811814</id><published>2006-03-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:05:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I UPDATED!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/menhusky..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/400/menhusky..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/menhusky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/400/menhusky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/lvl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/400/lvl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially LVL 43!! (act, i'm lvl 44 le...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/schnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/400/schnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda thinks so too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/1600/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/400/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish bun...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114311548210811814?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114311548210811814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114311548210811814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114311548210811814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114311548210811814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-updated.html' title='I UPDATED!!!!'/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-114069569845683787</id><published>2006-02-23T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:54:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EH hehhehz...Lazy pork come and update liaoz...aiya...cos no one read neway...=D i wanna delete blog liaoz!! but nvm...can show off maple stuffs in the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;Concert in one week's time!! W00tS!!! haben master the songs yet...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, so mani bball-ing...y ahz?? i heard sth interesting related to bball too!! but i wun sae here...HAHAHAHAz...&lt;br /&gt;Then i recalled wad bun told me about his basketball experiences. U see ahz, he's 1.97 ~ 2.0m. He's a mean freak. Firstly, he and his group of friends got irritated by a classmate of his, so during one their bball games, they kept surrounding that poor guy, making him unable to score at all, unless he's the nex michael jordan. I was thinking...one bun is enough to block him. He can juz stand under the net w/o walking. He's like a wall blocking everyone from scoring. Lol. With his long hands, he can juz easily snatch the ball, of cos, we must take his (good or not good?) skills into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an alcoholic, unfortunately. actually not. Perhaps, i just like tasting alcohol. the different types of alcohol, ranging from jolly shandy to vodka. Vodka = madness. 40% alcohol?? I tried once, din puke, but it was...omg. Red wine, they are relatively more mild than XO n vodka. Lastly, beer!! not bad lahz...but cannot drink too much. My mouth will probably stink from beer. lol...LAstly!! coffee or wine? nahz..it's a combi. Initially, it tastes great. After a few more mouthfuls, i feel nausea. LOL.... the combi is...heeheez =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala...dun wanna write liaoz..or rather...type...lol fel, that's all =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-114069569845683787?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/114069569845683787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=114069569845683787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114069569845683787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/114069569845683787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/02/eh-hehhehz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733615864481602</id><published>2006-01-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:42:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bagua wants to attack us !!! arghz....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/400/Maple0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113733615864481602?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113733615864481602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113733615864481602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733615864481602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733615864481602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/bagua-wants-to-attack-us-arghz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733608706425579</id><published>2006-01-15T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:41:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fren pic! frenz foreva...the lame, the playboy, and the ROCKz&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple00271.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/400/Maple00271.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113733608706425579?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113733608706425579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113733608706425579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733608706425579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733608706425579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/fren-pic-frenz-foreva.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733607261443615</id><published>2006-01-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:41:12.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bagua chasing the three of us...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/400/Maple0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113733607261443615?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113733607261443615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113733607261443615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733607261443615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733607261443615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/bagua-chasing-three-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733604357616446</id><published>2006-01-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:40:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stoopid bun...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple00321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/400/Maple00321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113733604357616446?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113733604357616446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113733604357616446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733604357616446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733604357616446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/stoopid-bun.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733584803711606</id><published>2006-01-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:37:28.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bun and I cryin again...wif a bagua charging at us...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' 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title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113733555073605697</id><published>2006-01-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:32:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for CSCO pracs after missing one week's practice....&lt;br /&gt;The moment i stepped in...it was "wow!" All the people who has never came appeared suddenly, and the theatre became so crowded i had trouble walking in and out. At least it's good...6 weeks to performance, and there'll be enough manpower =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous night, i was contemplating whether to participate in this year's concert or not. I haven't seen some of the scores yet, or rather, most of the scores...I kept thinking, this isn't some pop song concert where the songs are easy to the extent u can sightread them. They are much more challenging and moreover, i haven't heard most of them either. I was worried i couldn't catch up considering the number of practices i'm gonna miss again. Worse off, the concert is near block tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went, and i found out that the songs are relatively manageable. I just need a few more practices with the orchestra and a few more self-practices and i think i can make it for the concert. I sightread most of the scores today and i'm left with qinbingmayong. Hopefully, zhenglaoshi can transfer the solo part to someone who miss less practices. I haven't played it once with the orchestra yet. Looking forward to the concert now...This yr's songs are quite nice too, just like last yr's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prac, gentlemanly-yet-not-so-gentleman raymond sent me out of the CC...LOLz...he was probably quite bored nia...seeing me walk alone, he decided to crap along wif me. LOLz...hope his concert went well today... i thought he was some poser initially cos he dressed up as if he was going on a hot date. Then i realised he had a concert later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting brother...the paper which i used to write all my tracks has been scribbled on by my bro...he jotted down all the things he has to collect for his various quests on my paper... lolz...now i realised why my parents keep nagging at him for his handwriting...smaller than my smallest handwriting...and more untidy than my most untidy handwriting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113733555073605697?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113733555073605697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113733555073605697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733555073605697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113733555073605697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-for-csco-pracs-after-missing-one.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113717502978192859</id><published>2006-01-14T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:57:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was browsing through the CO songs i have saved in my computer...then i thought of Di Yi Xi Bei Zu Qu, which Hcco might play for the concert...i felt nostalgic...i missed the times with the pioneer batch of xianyue ppl from SYCO... rather...i missed the times with my section... although i still see them or get to see the people every sunday... i'd prefer the sectional practices with them when i was in SYCO... No practice was without laughter... somehow, zhenglaoshi and the others manage to come up with something humorous. Practice session was much more effective then... and all of us learnt fast...&lt;br /&gt;2nd batch of xianyue ppl from SYCO -&gt; people i were closest to... got Qing Shan, Vera, Xunqi, Chuan Yue, Rachel...we managed to get some fun outta each practice in one way or another... we really had a great time practising together... intensive Zhan Ma...lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the combined practices with the professionals... i chat with Zhou laoshi every combined prac, he never fails to make me laugh. He's a nice person. On the day HCCO clinched gold with honours, i went out with him and the RJCO peeps to Crystal Jade for dinner...LOLz... hcco peeps called me a betrayer...cos i din go out with them... but i had syco prac at night wad... no choice... Dinner was GREAT....SUPERB...but i was eating with the RJ peeps, so i felt sort of lonely at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections as a CO enthusiast...&lt;br /&gt;Belonged to: SNCO, HCCO, SYCO, CSCO, KBCCCO...&lt;br /&gt;Performances:&lt;br /&gt;SNCO -&gt; promenade, syf, chinese new year, lunchtime concert, genting competition, random performances during MAF or visits to old folks' home, combined with RICO, CO interaction.&lt;br /&gt;HCCO -&gt; chinese new year, syf, random performances outside, orientation.&lt;br /&gt;SYCO -&gt; 2 major concerts in 2004 and 2005.&lt;br /&gt;CSCO -&gt; First concert in csco, performances outside for people's dinner, joined the NUS centennial symphony orchestra for their 100th bdae, CC concerts, helped out with NYPCO's concert&lt;br /&gt;KBCCCO -&gt; Random concerts everywhere...Toa Payoh central and so on...can't recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm mad...still got mani upcoming concerts...2 major n a few minor in total? 1 CSCO concert, 1 HCCO concert, and random performances at random events...oh manz...i need perfect sight-reading skills... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm amazed how scandals are created although i'm a scandal creator... scandals between 2 ppl in one sch can actually be created by people from another sch. Scandals between 1 from A sch and 1 from B sch can actually be created by students from Asch due to knowledge that student from Asch noes student from Bsch...Amazing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113717502978192859?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113717502978192859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113717502978192859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113717502978192859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113717502978192859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-browsing-through-co-songs-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113707873237109577</id><published>2006-01-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:12:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolz...maple event...cool sia...all the mad ppl jumping in the centre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/50/Maple0009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/34/9083/320/Maple0009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113707873237109577?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113707873237109577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113707873237109577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113707873237109577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113707873237109577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/lolz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113657381187541877</id><published>2006-01-07T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T03:02:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new blog template!! Say whatever you want...i can expect the reactions...&lt;br /&gt;I got a new tagboard!! now if anyone complains of a lousy tagobard...complain the class blog's board too...hehhz.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...briefly sum up my entire dec hols....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in India at the start of Dec...&lt;br /&gt;Then i went China : Beijing to literally torture myself by coming into contact with ice throughout the entire trip. The more significant parts of the trip were the visits to Great Wall of China, Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square as well as the Underground ChangCheng ( never heard of right? )&lt;br /&gt;I climbed two levels of the Great Wall. The first level was rather easy, just a test of your stamina. Everyone in the group climbed that. After the first level, some people started taking photos while my pa and I went on to explore the 2nd part. I urged him to climb with him. Being an adventurous man, he went with me. The first part was a steep but smooth slope. It was not as challenging yet. When we reach the stairs, that was a test of your endurance, stamina and courage. The 0 deg temperature was nothing because i was practically sweating. The number of steps is incomparable to the number of steps we climbed in hwachong a day, however, this was lots more challenging. Steps were of varied heights and the stairway was approximately 60 to 70 deg steep. One wrong step and you say goodbye to your life. I tried not to look down while i clung on tightly to the handrails as i climbed step by step. I look like a toot...who cares...&lt;br /&gt;After which, Yimin, Shuiyong and their cousins came to join us in completing the adventure and to achieve level 2 of a hao3 han4. We took photos with the security up there. When we started moving down, i took step by step again, lost my hat, tolerating the cold wind hitting against my nose (making me suffocate) and staring at the security while he ran down the flight of steps as though they were normal steps. We look stupid when compared to him...but i like it =D&lt;br /&gt;The Underground Changcheng is a wonder. Another wonder of the world but not recognised. It spreads all over Beijing or even China, but it's underground. One passage can lead from Beijing to another city just by walking. The Underground ChangCheng was first built to serve the army. During the Tiananmen events, the army used it to get to areas that were more or less inaccessible due to the people blocking certain roads, which explains their sudden appearances and speed. It's simply amazing... It doesn't have a conspicuous door... we just walked a distance into the area were generally poorer people live. The entrance was just like any other entrance to a shop. Unbelievable... On the way there, we visited one of the toilets. Apparently, the toilets do not have separate cubicles...I walked in, saw a woman standing above a toilet bowl, wearing her pants and immediately i went "dui4 bu 4 qi3 !" and came out. Yimin was wondering why i apologised...&lt;br /&gt;Nice scenery, nice temperature, nice trip =D&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, nice food!! Ate Beijing Duck twice...first with the group...second time with my family when we went exploring Beijing during the free-n-easy day... Yepz...we explored Beijing by ourselves with the help of maps. We took their "MRT" which works the same way as Singapore's just that they don't use Ez-link cards..They purchase tickets. It was rather interesting. We just walked blindlessly and explored blindlessly and ended up in different places...We met with my cousin's family there who happened to be holiday-ing there too...then we went the famous Beijing Duck restaurant for lunch. It was a great meal!! For dinner, we went to those cheap stalls for smelly toufu and cheap takoyaki and lastly, Tianjing's famous Gou3 Bu4 Li3. Nice sia...but i nearly vomited because i was too full...&lt;br /&gt;I love this trip....I hope the next trip to China can fulfil my next dream...to visit Qin Bing Ma Yong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i went M'sia. Fraser's Hill was meant for relaxing...So what we did was mainly...karaoke, dance, mahjong, bridge, golf, play with brownie, and exploring fraser's hill while hunting leeches.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip: Sinyuan nearly got bitten by a leech again. When we were pri6, we went fraser's hill for the first time. We walked into a little dim route into the forest. Not more than 100metres of exploration, we saw 10 plus leeches crawling on a log and we ran out immediately. The next moment, Sinyuan discovered a leech on his shoe. We took the HUGE lemon we plucked from a lemon tree and squeeze it on the leech. It came off...but it din die...This time, we probed about the possibility of leeches lurking around the area...just as he was talking, one leech sneak up his shoe...this time, he grew up. He took off his shoe immediately and i took an umbrella to hook it off...Sinyuan whipped out his camera and video-ed the process...sheesh...sometimes i thought Sinyuan resembled WL....nvm...&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong was fun too! i learnt a lot from this trip.&lt;br /&gt;The first trip to fraser's hill, i learnt daidee.&lt;br /&gt;2nd trip: Bridge&lt;br /&gt;3rd trip: Mahjong&lt;br /&gt;nex trip: probably poker...hehhhz....&lt;br /&gt;7 dwarfs reunited for the 2nd time and posed for a picture for the first time. I compared it with past photos and i laughed...how different....&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was spent there and we wished each other "merry christmas!" at 12. Earliest few to wish each other...while playing mahjong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice New Year too...where the maplers gathered...and counted down together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6093/696/320/maplernewyr.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113657381187541877?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113657381187541877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113657381187541877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113657381187541877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113657381187541877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-blog-template-say-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113363871165507571</id><published>2005-12-04T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:13:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: don't mind my terrible language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from the humanitarian trip in india: tamil nadu.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my time there. I did things that i'll never do in singapore. Like what many mentioned during the debrief each day, most of us opened ourselves up during the trip to the children and shared our love for the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During each visit to each school, we met different children. Some children in certain schools were exceptionally shy, while some welcomed us as though we were their brothers n sisters. We start each visit with a song and dance session, firstly to interact with the children such that they'll feel more at ease with us, and secondly, to let them have lots of fun. Tamil songs were played and all of us danced to the songs. During the first few days, i felt quite embarrassed dancing in front of people, but as days passed, i opened myself up and dance with all sorts of moves that i've never tried before. Children joined me in dancing but there were also some who avoided me because they were shy. It was really fun. For the reason, when i dance with the guys, they'll always giggle or tease me. Although i don't really know the content, but i can see. I guess i can click well with kids of both sexes. I fell in love with some of the tamil songs too, like "devuda devuda" and "kokku para para". The most significant dance session was on the last dae. A group of very small kids were left at the side. It was difficult to get them involved in the dances. Hence, i taught them new, simple moves while learning one-ten and a-z at the same time. We kept repeatin the same moves again and again and somehow, they don't get bored. I've help from teachers to persuade less active children to do the actions. Although the teachers don't really understand what i was saying, they could infer from my actions i think. I taught them how to "high-five" and so on. It was really fun interacting with the kids. The teachers remembered my name when i leave. the children remembered me as "minnie akka". i enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after each dance n song session, we either have games or english lesson. I couldn't participate much in eng lesson, because i can't speak tamil. all i did was, act as a tiger and went around scaring kids. there were a few smart kids from time to time who could answer all of tina's questions. During the eng lessons, the small kids were brought out of class for drawing sessions because they can't cope with the difficult words. I could see that some of them were rather talented and they taught us a few tamil nouns too. we exchanged knowledge. also, i made a few paper aeroplanes for the guys and they really like throwing them about. Something interesting is that, they'll blow the aeroplane before they throw it. although i'm not sure what's the significance, but while i palyed with them, i did the same. They were rather amused that the paper aeroplane could travel quite far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, games session. Guys usually turn to cricket while the girls stayed with us to play. We play games like the handkerchief game and eagle n mother hen. They enjoyed games like london bridge, which singaporean kids at their age would probably find it childish already. Although they couldn't really understand what we were saying, they attempted to sing. At least, they've got the tune. Also, when we first started playing, they tried avoiding getting caught. but as we played on, all of them wanted to get caught by us. we have to select kids to ensure everyone was caught once. We played with balloons and i can see they'll prefer free n easy games with balloon, eg. juz by keeping the balloon up in the sky. At times, when some children discovered balloons in my pocket, they'll surround me or "mob" me, to get one of those balloons. i've no choice but to lie as it'll create some sort of chaos. During these sessions, i might also play a few clapping games with them. the older ones tried more challenging ones by clapping faster. each time they failed, i'll tease them. all of us enjoyed playing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for food, we did cook, 3 times. First time, the children threw away most of the food away because they found it too bland and probably they weren't used to the tom yam taste. Some finished but most of them dumped all their maggi mee away. We were demoralized. However, they told us that they appreciated the hard work and thought we put in to cook the noodles. for second time and 3rd time, we brought the resort's cook along. He helped us with the cooking while we helped with the cutting of ingredients. He added much more spices in. During the 2nd time, NGO volunteers helped us. They joked with us (with giri as the translator). What really touched me was that, we were the first group to ever do all these cutting and peeling of skins with them while joking and singing together. For the previous groups whom they've cooperated with, they mentioned that the groups merely stood aside and watch them do everything. during the 3rd time, i went into the kitchen. unlike previous times, the pots were heated by burning wood. The smoke hurt my eyes. i bear the pain and helped with the cooking but after a while, i felt my eyes boiling, literally, and i have to leave the kitchen. i wonder how justine managed to withstand the smoke and heat. My eyes took quite some time to revert to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most significant part of the trip is the visit to the beach where the tsunami hit. I first went there with the english comm people because we had some free time. We were enjoying the sea breeze when we noticed a cement area. According to tina, that was the living room or room of a house that once stood. Not just that, we noticed other houses that lost their roofs or partially destructed. There were other houses, that were totally gone except for the toilet that stood till now. The trees washed down by the tsunami waves still stood. They were once upright, but now, they all lie on the ground. The villagers call them the tsunami tree. They slant in one angle, which is direction the waves hit. As we moved on, we saw a road which disappear as we followed the road on. A couple came over and told us about the tsunamis. The shore line was pushed back by a few metres. A year ago, along the present shore-line, was a row of houses which disappeared after the tsunamis came, along with the families that once lived in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy told us his story. i was playing the clapping game with him a while ago. As the whole team walked to the beach, many kids followed us. He told us his story...&lt;br /&gt;He is a survivor. He was playing cricket with his friends when the tsunamis came. He ran and being agile enough, he climbed up a tree in time. The waves hit him again and again. At the end of the calamity, he came down the tree, and stepped on many dead bodies as he walked. He lost his family in this calamity and he's living with his uncle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you were having your meal with your family members when the waves came, swept you out of your house, away from your parents, and that was the end of your life. Imagine, you were playing cricket with your friends, when the tsunami, 3 storeys high, came rapidly and dragged you into the deep blue sea. Imagine you ran fast enough, you managed to climb up a tree in time, but as no tree was higher than the height of the tsunamis, the waters hit you again and again while you clung on tightly to the tree. You suffer from the pain of sand hitting you and salty sea water entered your eyes and nostrils. Sand accumulate in your ear. Imagine you were on the tree, you saw the waves come and washed those people beneath you away. among those running for their dear lives were your parents and siblings. You hear them scream, you hear them get dragged away by the roaring waves. Imagine you were up on the tree, you saw people running. you saw their clothes getting caught by the tree branches as they ran and all they could do was to look helplessly at the waves coming towards them. When the waves went away, all was left on the branch was a piece of cloth. Imagine that the tsunami attack has ended, you came down the tree. there was no open space because the whole area was covered with dead bodies, swollen or bloated. In order for you to walk, you have no choice but to step on those bodies. At the end of the tsunami attack, you receive news that you've lost all your family members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really touched all of us was the courage the people had. They lived on, by the sea, listening to roaring waves every night. The children, who could've lost all their family members or maybe one or two, brought us around without fear of the sea. The very waves that took their families away, they faced it with courage and continued to play there. They led us around and showed us the tsunami trees, on which hung a few pieces of cloths, probably of those who died in the disaster. They brought us to the huge area where many boats once stood. they are all gone now. they continued to play cricket with the guys in our team. They are facing the future with an optimistic mind and a smile. I'm sure that day plagued their minds, however, they do not let the fear of the waves overcome them, instead, they overcame the fear instead and continue to live on. Their bravery is commendable. i was really touched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really different. As i sat on my comfy couch, watching the news, looking at the videos where the tsunamis came and swept things away. I listened to the stories of people who survived the tsunami and saw people crying over the lost of their children. It was a totally different experience when i hear them speak about their experience face-to-face and see their tears trickle down their faces. It was a totally different experience when i see the sea. I felt a fear in me as i looked at the roaring waves. Those waves were enough to drown someone. imagining the tsunami waves which were times more powerful really made my hair stand. Sometimes i wonder, as i walk along the beach, whether i was stepping on any dead bodies. They might be buried deep inside the sand...i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fruitful trip. I've learnt many useful skills and ahd much fun with the children there. The tsunami destroyed a wonderful day of their lives and i hope, our visit will bring a day of joy and happiness for them. Although we couldn't make any major change in the shelters, i hope that little aid, that short moment of interaction, and that little love we gave them could give them a moment of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: to that person who accused me of not updating my blog...here's the entry. my hols was boring except for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113363871165507571?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113363871165507571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113363871165507571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113363871165507571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113363871165507571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/12/ps-dont-mind-my-terrible-language-back.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113069331306106997</id><published>2005-10-31T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:28:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did a lot of stuffs this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;sat: first thing in the morning, went rda to rendezvous with emily... like real lahz...went to see horses and to experience my first sidewalk. I was assigned to sidewalk mark, a cute little boy, with cheryl... quite nice to sidewalk...i was walking beside Chester all the time, this old horse that keeps lagging... In the end, em's horse, robin kept catching with Chester. Chester jumped suddenly, for two times, and caused some trauma in Mark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second session, i was sidewalking Janessa, this totally-don't-smile-totally-don't-bother-to-smile girl with Shu ping. She's a real hard nut to crack and four of us, Wanda, Jessica, ShuPing and I had a real hard time making her smile. Even big desmond had to resort to offering 50 dollars to motivate us to make her smile. At least, she had more half-smiles than the previous session. During the discussion session, some dunno who came to fog the place and we were sort of forced to stop the discussion.  I went to play with Ginger. This time, she didn't run away and lied there for me to scratch her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with shuping, who accompanied me until j8. At j8, met another sidewalker on the bus who is not frm hc. It was his very first sidewalking session, same as me. then i don't know what we crapped about lahz...all i know is...straightforward me asked for gifts since he said he's going overseas the next weekend hence he'll be missing rda. yes...a bit straightforward sia...first time talking to him too... emily! if i'm not wrong, he's small desmond's 2nd session's partner, gary. ya...a lot older than all of us. Mayb it's time for me to reflect upon how i talk to people...shouldn't be too direct and should be more polite especially when it's the first time talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rda, went out again for csco rehearsal for sun's performance. Wahz...i juz reached there and someone just told me the rehearsal might extend to 10. I was shocked because i was told that it'll be until 6 only. I went off early since i had something on after 6. Wow...I was practically sight reading one of the songs because it was my first time playing...fortunately, it was the manageable type...not long teng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6, went PUB recreation club for dinner, pool session and badminton. I finished my dinner in like minutes and went off to play pool with yimin and shuiyong. I think i'm a jinx cos whoever i paired with lost... sad sia...then we played the 3-player pool game...After that, we went for an intensive session of badminton. Long time since i had such an intensive session. initially, 3 of us played with my pa, 2 on 2. After half hour, my pa gave up and the court was left with 3 of us. A boy from another family played with us. He's damn strong and powerful and 4 of us continued from 8 - 10, non-stop. REally non-stop...I was amazed that although my right arm was literally trembling after the game, it didn't ache the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun:&lt;br /&gt;Went cheng san CC early in the morning for rehearsal again. I was very tired... I played the sight-read song for the second time and flopped many parts. I flopped long teng too..During the super duper long break, i was contemplating whether to go home and sleep and come back again or not. I ended up going to a nearby library for a nap after a meal at mos burger.&lt;br /&gt;The whole CC was surrounded by security gantries...those u see at airports... some people were thinking whether there's a need to take out their earings before passing through the gantry to prevent it from sounding...hehz...i was safe...Looks like they took quite a lot of precautions to keep the place safe...they checked the whole CC for 2 hrs too, calling it mission "bombsweep".&lt;br /&gt;After that was dinner, changing and so on...i nearly lost my hangars and was frantically searching for one. I didn't have a score stand too...whoa...&lt;br /&gt;The performance was good lahz...just that it was a wee bit cramp up on stage...too many people or simply, people have long hands...hehz... after the performance, me and a few selected people have to rush back to the theatrette to put up another show titled, "our practice" for the PM while he walks around the CC. we played bingmayong...and that's the 2nd song i sight read for the two rehearsals this weekend...before he came in, we had our "no-conductor" long teng with variations and no drum solo...it was super funny as those not involved in the show watched on...&lt;br /&gt;The PM came after a while and we started playing bingmayong...he talked to zhenglaoshi for a moment before leaving and there came dismissal...I went home with Raymond, or rather...Raymond went home with me because he was taking my pa's car...hehz...we crapped on the way back and we were gossipping about this weird person which i shan't elaborate here =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113069331306106997?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113069331306106997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113069331306106997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113069331306106997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113069331306106997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-lot-of-stuffs-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-113025808576195112</id><published>2005-10-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:34:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fri:&lt;br /&gt;Openhouse. Took 3 groups. first "group" was an auntie..don't really like the tour...cos she was asking about cut off points most of the time...2nd and 3rd groups were ny girls. They were quite nice. Nice to talk to, nice to bring about and so on...&lt;br /&gt;After openhouse, went pooling with jiankai, libo, peabrain, and 2 of their juniors. for the first game, paired with 1 of their juniors..did we win libo? can't remember...zhixuan and liangcheng came after a while to join us. Zhixuan and i paired and thrashed 2 pairs of guys. Libo n his jnr and jiankai n peabrain. =D how? simple...they hit in the black ball at the wrong hole or at the wrong time. hahaz...and we won...&lt;br /&gt;The guys sent themselves one by one to another table to get thrashed by a guy playing alone there. they found it rather scary but ya...i'm too lousy...obviously i can't go there...&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for dinner together. Met up with sharon too...the food there's nice...but no money sia...&lt;br /&gt;The pool game was rather cheap as compared to other forms of entertainment...nex time shall pool more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun:&lt;br /&gt;the supposedly CO outing which started with 3 ppl and ended with 4.&lt;br /&gt;I was organising an outing for the section initially. Most told me they were free so yes, i planned to go sentosa for a sun-tan session since most of us want to get tan. However, nf and i decided to get all other sections to increase the number of people going to the outing. We went about contacting and i didn't receive many positive replies.&lt;br /&gt;After the contacting day, which was 1 day before the outing, i realised that those going were guys. I was totally sian diaoz... i felt like ponning but i've no choice since i sort of initiated the whole thing. We changed locations several times and decided on east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;As i was on the mrt to cityhall, i received a msg from nf, sayin that zhixuan's gg!! omigod!! a girl!&lt;br /&gt;hehhehz...i cheered up immediately...&lt;br /&gt;peabrain and i were both equally late and we set off for east coast park. Liang cheng met us later there.&lt;br /&gt;So we went east coast and first thing we did was ride bikes. Since zhixuan couldn't ride a bike, i shared a 2-man bike with her. Initially i had some trouble controlling...not used to sitting in front...as we cycled...we got niao-ed by the guys who obviously were quite relaxed with their solo bikes. Wanted to overtake them but the bike has smaller wheels than theirs and NO GEAR. great sia...no gear...so we were niao-ed our entire way there because of our tortoise speed.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to one end of east coast, we went past a group of skaters. They were surrounding and injured skater who was bleeding profusely. The smell of blood was intense and i could see a few patches of blood on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the water pipe area, I competed with peabrain and liangcheng who tried riding the low and slow 2-man bike. They lost the first round but won the second...The scene of competition was simply hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;Zhixuan and I stopped cycling earlier than the guys. We went to the beach to dip our feet in the water. The sand at sentosa's much nicer. The water's much nicer too and the sea at sentosa is much safer to swim in..Sentosa rockz...nex time we shall go there for sun tan...and swimmin in the sea...&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went macs for dinner. As the guys could not finish their huge cup of big gulp, we decided to play zong ji mi ma to finish the whole cup of drink. Some idiot added additional disgusting stuffs in the drink to make the forfeit more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;We played truth or dare after that. We started with a game of MRT, then the forfeit. peabrain got thrashed dunno how many times in a row...even with long and sophisticated names...&lt;br /&gt;eg. Bookshops. He took kinokuniya, zhixuan took borders, liangcheng took MPH and i took popular. He lost eventually. Anyway, due to the truth or dare forfeit...we found out a few secrets =D which cannot be revealed...hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming Sat... packed like totally...&lt;br /&gt;- morning RDA...cannot pon anymore&lt;br /&gt;- afternoon, rush to csco to rehearse for nex day's CC opening with PM as the Guest of Honour&lt;br /&gt;- nite, will be meeting yimin's family. pooling with yimin and shuiyong, while my parents shall be karaoke-ing or dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them have been crazy over cha-cha suddenly... i kept laughing as they practise at home lahz...a bit mean but ya...i was really amused and entertained =p&lt;br /&gt;yimin and i shall have a great time watching our parents dance soon...i still remembered our previous trip to fraser's hill. The parents started dancing after watching to some dance video. After that, for don't know what reason, all "kids" went to join them to dance...we watched the video and danced along with it... That night ended with a karaoke session. however, the mikes weren't taken by the adults, rather...us "kids". hahaz...the parents were like preparing for bed while we sang n sang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-113025808576195112?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/113025808576195112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=113025808576195112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113025808576195112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/113025808576195112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/fri-openhouse.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112940185024489154</id><published>2005-10-16T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:44:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read emily's blog and glad that she finally fulfilled her "dream" of going ice-skating. I was at RDA with her and i could see that she was overjoyed when she found someone to go ice-skating with her. She really "jumped" at the opportunity. Well, i fulfilled my dream of playing pool the day before and it's her turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i like places like pool centres and arcades because they make me forget about any troubles for that moment. I love bishi bashi champ and i'll challenge myself again one day to finish twenty stages using only 1 token. For daytona, i'll strive to win my brother and my father and yimin and shuiyong. i'm such a lousy freak when i play with them, considering that all except shuiyong and I are drivers. They use the manual option while i use the automatic gear. arghz... manual is obviously better because you can go up to 300+ km/h easily while automatic isn't really so. i was really amazed when i won someone who's using automatic gear when i'm using manual gear for the first time and i know nuts about changing gear. i guess it's time for me to get a crash course from my father. He...lost to me the first time he ever touched daytona and beat me the 2nd time. pro sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went RDA and first thing i did there was play with a ginger cat. Orhz... kawaii ne...then i saw horses and naturally (naturally?) i felt like playing with them. They are HUGE and they look so cute (izzit the right word?) Sudden urge to ride horses...by myself duhz...&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'll be in another animal craze soon... first was whales, then it was dolphins, then it was dogs and finally, horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, i went out with my family for dinner as usual. It was one of the most expensive tze char dinners we had. crazy sia...10 bucks for a small plate of ginger/onion deer meat. And a plate of dou miao with no or little leaves that costs 5 bucks. Daylight...ermz no...nitelight robbery.&lt;br /&gt;then we went NTUC to purchase some instant noodles. Recently, my mum, bro and I went ga-ga over Korean noodles and kimchi. To be precise, my mum and I went ga-ga over kimchi. We went around Singapore to try the various kimchi supplied at different korean stalls and evaluated the tastiness of them. I like wet, spicy kimchi with a slight tinge of sour taste. Nice sia...especially with instant noodles. So we bought a lot of Korean instant noodles. Other than that, we bought the usual stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i finished watching Liang Popo's movie and finally got the meaning behind the movie. Took me so long sia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112940185024489154?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112940185024489154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112940185024489154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112940185024489154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112940185024489154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-read-emilys-blog-and-glad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112930219284392654</id><published>2005-10-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:03:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's so sianz...&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, i set off with emily to pick saga seeds. I guess i'll be collecting for someone special to both of us -&gt; gladys. Christmas is coming and i should be preparing her prezzie already. I guess i've decided what to give her... hope she doesn't read this...&lt;br /&gt;So i have 10 seeds now..a lot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i ponned a "lesson", or programme. Just sat around at the wings listening to music. Now i know my whole mp3 player is infested by jap and eng songs. nice sia...love the jap songs. After dismissal time, my group went to pw. We moved from place to place and ended up in the fish tank. Nice place with unwanted memories. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;So after pw-ing, went pool-ing with a friend. it's not easy to find someone to pool with me. It's either they have dates with their friends and classmates, or they are at home, or they have no interest, or they don't know how to play. But managed to drag a beginner out to play. Hahaz...that beginner is chao lousy... i won. Last round i won by default cause the toopid beginner hit the black ball into the hole and i won immediately. i was lagging at the last round initially...&lt;br /&gt;OH yes...i managed to hit three balls into their respective holes consecutively... tyco manz...but beginner oso not bad sia...play second time can hit so many balls in accurately le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112930219284392654?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112930219284392654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112930219284392654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112930219284392654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112930219284392654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/todays-so-sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112920388396483531</id><published>2005-10-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:44:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stolen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only some people know when not to steal what, the world will be a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stolen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it can't be recovered, then i should bade farewell to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stolen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it can't be recovered. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stolen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112920388396483531?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112920388396483531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112920388396483531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112920388396483531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112920388396483531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolenif-only-some-people-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112895530857659161</id><published>2005-10-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:41:48.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always an onigiri in a fruit basket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112895530857659161?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112895530857659161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112895530857659161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112895530857659161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112895530857659161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-onigiri-in-fruit-basket.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112809604047501934</id><published>2005-09-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:00:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say, i don't what to explain, i don't know what to understand, i don't know what to do, i don't know how to react, i don't know how to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summary of what i've earned this year.&lt;br /&gt;550 + 700 +400 = 1650&lt;br /&gt;Not rupiah mind you...it's singapore dollars.&lt;br /&gt;550 -&gt; edusave scholarship from prelim results&lt;br /&gt;400 -&gt; my first ever CO-related job&lt;br /&gt;700 -&gt; my pa's company's scholarship as a result of ols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pa was expecting something lesser because of my english but was aiming for something greater that what he expected.&lt;br /&gt;At least, i've earned enough money to cover my expenses for the india trip as well as my mp3 player but the problem here is that, the money still lies within my bank and i haven't withdraw them to pay my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112809604047501934?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112809604047501934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112809604047501934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112809604047501934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112809604047501934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-know-what-to-say-i-dont-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112784247836015545</id><published>2005-09-28T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:34:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's deal with physics today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V=IR right?&lt;br /&gt;Let I represent irritation.&lt;br /&gt;If Resistance is a constant, V is directly proportional to I.&lt;br /&gt;If we assume that resistance is constant, according to ohm's law, an increase in I will result in a proportional increase in V. From the definition of potential difference, you know that electrical energy is converted to other forms of energy. So let's assume that in this example, the energy converted to is heat.&lt;br /&gt;In stories, you associate heat dissipation with anger. Remember the times you read about characters who are angered have their faces turning tomato red? Ok...maybe i'm not making any sense here... but when steam evolves from their head in order to lower heat accumulated there, it's a result of heat dissipation anyway. Heat is transferred to water, resulting in the vapourisation of water. (anyway, the "steam" you see is a result of condensation of water vapour, according to the physics notes). i'm digressing....&lt;br /&gt;Hence, increase in irritation will result in anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another senseless theory here.... according to physicists, opposite charges attract. Males - positive. Females - negative. According to the yin-yang theory, females' body are more towards the yin, while males' body are more towards the yang. They are opposites, so they attract each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, i went out with yimin's family and libing's family. Yimin's pa brought along a whole bottle of red wine. Yes...i drank it....alcohol content = 15%&lt;br /&gt;shh...don't tell anyone...&lt;br /&gt;4 mouthfuls, and my face turned red. My previous record was 3 mouthfuls. I drank it at my cousin's wedding and it was the first time i touched red wine. I was rather curious about how it tastes whenever i see celebrities drinking them in drama serials... looks nice...so i had my first try...&lt;br /&gt;My brother's a great drinker in the sense that, he doesn't drink a lot, but he tries a variety of wine and beer or other alcoholic drinks. He introduced us to a coffee+wine type of alcoholic drink. Initially, i quite like it. However, after swallowing a few more mouthfuls of coffee+wine, i couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so i'm all out to challenge myself. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112784247836015545?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112784247836015545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112784247836015545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112784247836015545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112784247836015545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/lets-deal-with-physics-today.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112764400349312304</id><published>2005-09-25T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:26:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zoo zoo zoo...&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of something. A few weeks ago, i had the urge to take up some form of volunteer work. I know i've been ponning, rather, haven't even started com serve for interact club, i still had the urge to take up some form of volunteer work. So yes, the first volunteer work i had in mind was, to help out in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;My pa went to the zoo a few days ago to increase his knowledge about the zoo since he's a tourist guide. I got him to help me ask about volunteer work in the zoo and he came back from the zoo with some useful information regarding this matter...So what's the criteria? Volunteer work in the zoo is not just about going there, submit an application form, and there you go...help the animals. The qualifying process is rather tedious. Firstly, you'll need to sign up at the zoo website. After which, you'll go for a training programme for three months i think. After being equipped with the necessary skills, you'll need to take a test along with others. Out of all these people, they'll select those who achieved their requirements or criteria and they can start helping out in the zoo. Wow.... The next batch for selection will start training in March next year. It'll probably be an arduous task for me to juggle between school work and volunteer work...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll settle with minor volunteer work for the time being before i venture into something more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my pa's job as a tourist guide (it's his 2nd job actually...), he's really "huo dao lao, xue dao lao". It's hard to imagine someone his age flipping through his notes, reading his notes, trying to cram everything into his brain, worried about passing or failing the tests, and practising constantly for his oral presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Before he qualified as a tourist guide, he visited various places of interest like botanic gardens, the zoo, jurong bird park, sentosa and etc to learn more about their history and whatsoever. He'll take down notes wherever he goes and he'll be busy studying them whenever he's free during the night. My mother and I will be his guinea pigs or rather, "tourists" for him to practise his oral skills and knowledge on. He's rather knowledgeable even before he started his learning journey to become a tourist guide. He knows the history of various famous buildings in Singapore and etc. therefore, it seems rather easy for him when it comes to memorising such stuffs... However, he was defeated when he came to animals and plants.&lt;br /&gt;So he started studying roadside plants with my mother, and thus sparking off a love for plants. They bought a few reference books for plants to study. wow...So for the oral presentation, as well as written paper (which consists of MCQ questions only...), he passed and emerged as the first batch of taxi tourist guides. not bad.... I guess the most difficult part as a tourist guide is to remember the years whoever came to Singapore, what building was built and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pa's talented...he's knowledgeable...but he can't help me with my three sciences =(&lt;br /&gt;My mother's a talent in chemistry. She works in the science labs of schools, meddling with chemicals the whole day. I've approached her for help several times when i was studying for the chem practical exams in secondary school. For QA especially, i asked her about the colour of products and so on, and got her to explain the reactions between various chemicals. She's a great help for my practicals.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, she's a great cook. Man makes the best chef, my mum makes the best cook at home. During that period of time when she was hospitalized or at home resting, my pa will take over all cooking of meals. Each dish is either too oily, too dry, not salty enough, tasteless, or not cooked enough. She'a always trying out something new and through her, i learnt how to experiment with food. I experimented with eggs and potatoes and learnt how to mix and match them =D And yes, during sngsxyz outing, qing shan and I cooked beehoon for the first time. It was edible, but slightly overcooked...At least, it was a success. I guess i inherited the cooking skills from her family. My grandma's a great cook and my aunties are all great cooks or bakers. She helped me a lot for my home econs...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't talk to me anymore...i'm trying to maintain the cold war...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112764400349312304?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112764400349312304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112764400349312304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112764400349312304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112764400349312304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/zoo-zoo-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112758067331540148</id><published>2005-09-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:51:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piece of crap...&lt;br /&gt;A email from sms.ac popped out in my email account without my consent, urging me to complete my registration with the website. Fine...i clicked the link and TRIED to complete registration with them. It pissed me off... why?&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we had to choose some sort of ID before we can sign in to any account. So i tried those that i use frequently, like bluemapleleaves, anjingrox, blueleaves....those failed. I thought..."how could it be? those work with any websites including those widely used ones like yahoo." So i tried those that were less common, like coldwarrockz, pieceofcrap1234, lamecrap1234, lameshit1234...they didn't work either. So i consulted tzeyi, who uses the less than less common usernames for his account. He suggested typing a random combination of letters and see what's the results. If they come out negative, it simply means there's something terribly wrong with the website. I did..."srdjgkhkrgfg". Failed. Conclusion? It's a lousy website. Its main purpose is to anger or irritate people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i had plenty of inspirations to write. Thanks to this website, i lost all my inspirations. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculators. My dear little black, casio, wee bit dirty, filled with graffiti, abnormal, handicapped calculator died yesterday when i was working out a physics question. I freaked out immediately. 1 week to promos (i don't feel like mentioning anyway..), and it died, and revived after some hitting, banging, resetting... I was left with 1 calculator after my brother's one died a few months ago. I managed to complete SPAs and lecture tests smoothly with one calculator in hand. Now, i doubt i can finish the promos without any casualties considering the condition of that one calculator that's probably going to die off anytime again. Should i change my calculator? however, it will take me quite a while to get used to the shortcuts of the new calculator. How now brown cow? I got my parents to visit the watch shop to change the battery for me... Fortunately, my brother's calculator revived after a change of batteries. Mine went haywire despite a change of batteries... after some screwing, taking in and out of batteries, hitting, resetting, it regained its normal self. That's it. After promos, I shall welcome a new member to the calculator family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me, i should sleep more and study at appropriate times. Sleep more = 12 - 8. study at appropriate time = 8-11 (with plenty of breaks in between) I was suffering from extreme lethargy today due to the lack of sleep throughout the week. I felt the urge to sleep everytime i started studying for some time. This is bad...If only i'm having study leave for one week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold war shan't end...i can make it end, but i don't want it to end...if it ended...depression will set in periodically once again...cold war cannot end... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112758067331540148?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112758067331540148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112758067331540148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112758067331540148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112758067331540148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/piece-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112749134718894641</id><published>2005-09-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:02:27.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Genetic Engineering is attempting to improve the quality of the fruits by altering the genes of the fruits, hopefully to produce sweeter, juicier and more appealing fruits. In the course of producing more appealing fruits, they forgot about something rather basic...the lack of names to name the fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ntuc with my parents today and i was browsing the names of the fruits. My family has a strong love for all sorts of fruits. We tend to try everything that's new and fresh to us...ranging from avocados (which my mum successfully invented an avocado-cappuccino from) to custard apples. My father just introduced me to a new fruit, which he calls the "dinosaur egg". I can't really remember what's the english name for that particular fruit but it has a rather nice and attractive outer appearance. Apparently, this is one of the genetically engineered fruits. Especially when genetically engineered fruits dominate the shelves of supermarkets, i really have no idea which is its ancestor. As i looked on...i saw a fruit name..."grenade". Are the scientists really running out of ideas that they have to resort to weapon names to name their fruits although the physical appearance resembles the grenade in some way? I guess, in no time, fruits with names like "nuclear bomb"  or "atomic bomb" will appear in the supermarkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pa told me today, "You better not arrange too many activities in the school holidays or you'll end up with no free days at all..."&lt;br /&gt;So, at present, what are the activities i've set for my holidays?&lt;br /&gt;i) a possible class outing or stayover or chalet&lt;br /&gt;ii) ocip trip to india&lt;br /&gt;iii) possible xyz camp&lt;br /&gt;iv) overseas trip to beijing&lt;br /&gt;v) xyz camp&lt;br /&gt;vi) trip to fraser's hill during the christmas period&lt;br /&gt;Going overseas three times in one month...this is simply so cool and out of the norm...at least for me. For the trip to beijing, although it wouldn't be long, it's still an overseas trip and hopefully it snows during that period of time such that i'll get a feel of snow for the first time after 17 years. I'll be going with yimin's family, which adds on to the fun during the trip. Next up, trip to fraser's hill. As usual, i'll be going with the regular m'sia trip khakis-&gt; yimin's family and probably sinyuan/sinyong's family. If only we can get the Richmond bungalow and meet the little black anjing residing in that bungalow. However, i haven't seen it the previous time i went. Instead, i was playing with Brownie, a dog living near the Singapore House. It "played" with me by chasing me around and biting my arm. It climbed on to me and dirtied my shirt. Nevertheless, it's cute =D&lt;br /&gt;That's a whole lot of activities waiting for me....can't wait for promos to be over...i'm stressed by promos now...and yet i'm still slacking away, reading random stuffs and not my notes, drawing random stuffs, and not practising questions or drawing graphs. I'll have to start working hard from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cold war is possible yet impossible...trying to maintain yet it stopped periodically...how??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112749134718894641?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112749134718894641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112749134718894641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112749134718894641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112749134718894641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/genetic-engineering-is-attempting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112732286797674070</id><published>2005-09-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:14:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok...i conclude that i'm on a blogging spree...&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging every single night since 2 days ago. What's amazing is that i blog at 12+ when most sleepy fellows are snoring in bed while i get pissed by my inability to sign into my blog account due to the screwed computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, when i was about to fall into deep sleep on my pa's car, a mad driver drove into my pa's lane. They were only about 30cm away from a potential collision. Being magnanimous, my pa decided not to honk at him. Then the mad driver went on and drove on to the side lane. So i thought.." so he's just desperate to get to the side lane as he needs to turn into another road.." Just as i was thinking about that, the mad driver accelerated and cut into the path of the car in front of my pa's... and yes...they were also a few centimetres away from a potential collision again...this time, two cars honked at him...one's my pa's...He's simply mad, crazy and nuts. As i continued to watch him drive down the road, he simply cut into people's lanes... obviously trying to irritate people.. Such drivers are detestable and ought to disappear from the roads. My pa has encountered many of such mad drivers, they are rather common on the roads... I just pray that i won't meet any of these drivers next time when i drive my own car. I'm soooo disappointed. Why must they implement the 21 age limit during my year when i aspire to get my license right after a'levels? Arghz.... my bro got it before a'levels and yimin got it after a'levels... now i would have to wait 3 years after a'levels before i get my license. This is simply soooo unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On-going cold war...hope it never ends because i don't want it to end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112732286797674070?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112732286797674070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112732286797674070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112732286797674070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112732286797674070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_22.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112723411343403795</id><published>2005-09-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:35:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right after school, i went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst dream of the day...&lt;br /&gt;Why "of the day" ?  Simply, i dream more than once a day. How do i dream more than once a day? Simply, i sleep more than once a day. Due to all the burning of the midnight oil, i lack sleep at night. Therefore, i'll replenish energy either by sleeping in school at the class bench, sleeping in the car on the way to school, sleep during breaks, sleep on the bus/MRT on my way home, and yes, take an afternoon nap which is now a must have ever since i started sleeping at 1 recently unlike my usual sleeping time of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i don't dream when i sleep. It was until recent years, i dream whenever i close my eyes and fall into some sort of sleep. Even when lying on the class bench, i can be dreaming about something. I found it rather amazing that i can dream wherever i sleep as i thought it's restricted to only night sleep. I told my parents of my condition, that i dream whenever i sleep. They were rather worried because this hints that my brain isn't resting at all even when i'm sleeping. And the point that i dream whenever i sleep nowadays means that my brain is not resting AT ALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, i dream about the wrong things... If i dream about a fairy tale, a normal day life or whatsoever, it's rather acceptable, worse come to worse, an occasional nightmare... Talking about nightmares, the most vivid one i had was me being chased by a tyrannosaurus. Thinking about it now, i found it rather absurd. It must be due to my craze for dinosaurs at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes dreams so unacceptable? Sleeping is probably the only time i can stay away from schoolwork and not think about them. Apparently, my brain doesn't allow me to... The dream i had when i was having my afternoon nap was on cytochromes... The image of electrons being passed down from one cytochrome to another kept repeating itself in my mind and i'm probably traumatised by cytochromes for the entire half hour or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, before exams, i had the same conditions. I was dreaming about maths equations or physics equations before the actual paper...It was rather bad... because instead of dreaming about the right equation which might help me remember better, my brain distorts the equation of certain definitions in my dream...which makes memorising more difficult. Perhaps i should heed the health consultant's advice and rest every 30mins to prevent my mind from being occupied by all these equations and deprived of a good night's sleep in preparation for the test the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sleeping...i guess i can sleep almost anywhere...mayb there are some exceptions...&lt;br /&gt;Places i sleep at includes, the car, the bus, the MRT, people's car, sofa, floor, bed (like duhz...), chairs, tables, benches, against the wall, while standing, while sitting... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt this when i was in sec3 n sec4. Every morning i'll reach school at around 6.45. since i didn't feel like doing anything, i simply copied some others in class (mostly china scholars) and slept. Every single morning, one can see a whole row of people sleeping when they first step into the class...Lessons are no exception. you can see heads down everywhere... I've never tried sleeping during a class until one physics lesson...i simply couldn't tolerate it anymore, i slept right in front of the teacher....apparently oblivious to him...Sorri Mr Gan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping simply rockz and i'm deprived of it...Pity myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112723411343403795?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112723411343403795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112723411343403795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112723411343403795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112723411343403795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-after-school-i-went-home-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112714799660257796</id><published>2005-09-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:39:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sudden craze for jap songs. At least, while i listen to them, i had a peaceful mind. At least, my mind wouldn't be preoccupied by those meaningless and unnecessary stuffs. At least, my mind would be clear of thoughts and questions. I would not be bothered by the need to seek answers to these questions. They deplete the little energy i have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why jap songs are good? To be more specific, why are jap anime songs nice? and why are jap singers good?  Firstly, each jap anime song is there to portray a certain scene, to send out a certain message related to the anime. While i was listening to Gundam Wing's songs, it took little effort for me to link the song to the images from GundamW. At least, they don't have a cute song like Groovy from cardcaptor sakura to portray a war scene between gundams, which is absurd if it ever occurred. Each anime's set of songs have their own style and it's rather easy to recognise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are jap singers good? Firstly, they have their own unique style which some people may like or dislike. Ayumi's style is one. &lt;br /&gt;Next, you can hardly hear breathing sounds as they sing. Go listen to c-pop or whatever. U can hear the singer sucking air in preparation for the next phrase. This can hardly be heard when a jap singer sings (actually, eng pop too). Well, i'm not discriminating against c-pop here. For Ayumi, there's one song of hers in which i could hear the sound of air being sucked... yes...but generally, most jap singers stop their "air sucking" sound from being recorded, or it's either, the background music covers it since it's rather soft.&lt;br /&gt;Next, their voices are VERI powerful...although i'm not sure whether they go out of tune frequently during variety shows, but yes, their voices are very good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest craze : all gundam W songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on saturday...went to chinese garden to perform. During the breaks, i walked around the whole of Chinese Garden by myself. Saw dinosaurs, noah's ark, dragons and different types of animals. The theme at the entrance is chinese orchestra. I happened to notice an elephant playing erhu. Unfortunately, the bow was placed inside out. How nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great part of this solo viewing is the visit to the tortoise museum. I was mesmerized by the different shapes and sizes and colours and types and character of the tortoises. There's one with a snakehead...and it really looks like a snake..There's a mutated turtle which has 2 heads and 6 legs. Apparently, it doesn't move a lot because i spent 5 mins staring at it and it didn't move at all.  then i went on to see the other turtles and tortoises like those of newspaper which people tried smuggling into Singapore. Then there are alligator turtles which look scary, as though they'll bite your hand off if u stick it into the tank. One opened it's mouth so i spent a few minutes looking and observing the internal structure of the mouth. hehz...interesting... Then as i walked, i saw a spider web. I was staring at the spider web, wandering whether it'll block my way into a mini passage, something dropped on my neck. I swept it off and woots! it was a small spider...goodness...I didn't scream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the whole museum, i was the only one inside, and the only one who went in voluntarily. Freaked out by occasional sounds produced by collisions of tortoise shells...I went to the terrapin pond. As i walked down, i was shocked to see a tortoise right beside my leg...wandering... I was afraid i'll step on it. As i walked, i heard a sound from behind. It was another tortoise wandering about freely..It stared at me, i stared back. It stared at me, i walked towards it. It chased me. I stopped. It stopped. I walked towards it, it came towards me again. SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went around to see the biggest tortoises around in the museum. Due to time constraint, i didn't have much time to admire them... sadz...but i'm sure i didn't waste my 5 dollars. at least, it's a place where i can have peace and where i can seek solace, somewhere i'd be away from the crowd and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my cousin's wedding. She's the first at my mother's side to get married. Before i went for the buffet dinner, my mum told me... "heyz...we'll be going beijing on blah blah date after your india trip..." !!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was sudden...it was great news!! beijing!! i've always wanted to see the Great Wall of China though i know we might not get to see or spend a lot of time there during our trip since it's 4 days long. At least, my parents predicted that there'll be snow!!! =D So nice....plus i'm going with yimin's family! even nicer...haahz....I yearn to see the terrocota warriors too!! hope my wish will be granted soon...&lt;br /&gt;In less than week after coming home from india, i'll be going overseas again...busy hols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that i have peace for the whole of this week. I just hope that i won't see people i don't wanna see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112714799660257796?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112714799660257796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112714799660257796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112714799660257796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112714799660257796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/sudden-craze-for-jap-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112663181165855787</id><published>2005-09-14T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:16:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...received a complaint from freak that i haven't updated for 10days and wrongly accused of flirting...HMMMZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly...i have nothing to write...since every single day of mine is about the same... wake up, go sch, sleep, assembly, lessons, break, lessons, go home, sleep, eat, do tut, play com, watch tv, sleep... yea...that's the summary of my everyday life...&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net these few days trying to find a cheap chalet for xyz outing. Apparently, all chalets are extremely ex especially costa sands' one... although my parents are ntuc members, but the discount isn't significant. So my mum proposed the one at changi village...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HDB chalet [changi village]&lt;br /&gt;It is 100 bucks for 4 nights for an AUPE member... WOw...So CHEAP!!  when she told me what it was really like, the first reaction i had was -_-"' It's actually those HDB flats above the coffeeshop at changi village. It's near the sea, jetty, changi beach, lots of food centres... and the flats were revamped for rent...attractive eh? but entertainment is limited as compared to those at costa sands. OH yes.. part of the form which u have to agree to before booking or anything... " Only allowed to stay with close relatives or family members"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costa Sands Chalet [downtown east]&lt;br /&gt;According to my mum it's 230 per nite for those single level, airconditioned type. Costs a bomb right? however, it's cosy, comfortable, clean, close to shops like cheers for convenient shopping, VERI near wild wild wet, near an open space for group gatherings and crapping, near the jackpot room, near an arcade, near foodcourts, near restaurents, near the bowling centre, it's near the beach... It's more than juz attractive...but yes...students like us can't afford it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha Chalets [Changi]&lt;br /&gt;Cheap if u have a parent who is a civil servant... The cheapest is 50 per nite for school holidays... not bad lahz...the chalet's quite big... 2 level, 3-4 bedrooms, one bbq pit, 3 toilets, 1 tv, one game table and blah blah blahz...supposedly quite near changi village if u dun mind a ten minute walk and yes...quite near the beach too if u dun mind the murky waters... there's an open space for ball games.... and lalala~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's all...the research i've done on chalets...not a good reference like duhz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112663181165855787?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112663181165855787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112663181165855787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112663181165855787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112663181165855787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112576476926875403</id><published>2005-09-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:26:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall blog about today...&lt;br /&gt;i spent my whole day outside today...it was a fruitful, yet slack day, and i didn't manage to mug anything...fortunately and unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;So first thing in the mornin, woke up at 7 to meet the rest at bukit batok mrt at 8 for cip at st luke's... stoopid rw told me that i needed to meet them at 9.... since i got nothing else to do there, i helped them with the deco and pushing the old people down (in wheelchairs) from their wards.. many were reluctant to go or were resting... however, there were a few enthu ah peks and ah mas...For the first ah ma, while me and fel were wheeling her down, we lost our way and had to follow the others...i ended up apologising to her a lot of times..&lt;br /&gt;So the performance for MAF was held at the carpark. Me and rw performed an item while strings and choir performed for them too...Me and rw screwed up the 2nd song becos we stopped halfway and didn't know how to continue...heez..the result of not practising...must make sure this doesn't happen in MAF performance...so malu... Choir's and strings' items were rather nice... then the rest of us sang songs for the people there and they clapped for us...guessed that they enjoyed themselves..&lt;br /&gt;We had to wheel them up again and i was wheeling this uncle who was chatting with me... The space beside his bed was so small, either me or the wheelchair can go in but i can't help the uncle up the bed... was having sooo much trouble but i managed to aid the uncle safely up his bed... i was very touched when he kept thanking me... now i like CIPs..previous week i dealed with kids and this wk, i dealed with senior citizens...&lt;br /&gt;Then fel, huiyi, rouwei, me, yaozhen and Ms Liew went to Lot 1 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;On the way on the bus, i received a comment that, i'm very mean or something... cos i called a guy, whatever his name, a lightbulb because he was standin btwn me and Ms Liew...then we argued on about lightbulbs and playing gooseberries... in the end he said, " first time we talk and u start suan-ing me already..." sorry ahz...that's me...cannot help it...now i must be careful about what i say, or rather, the first impression i give people... i've been suan-ing any new stranger i meet from hc and that isn't good... muz control...or else i might end up being involved in a bad relationship...&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Lot1 to eat...apparently...yaozhen dun even noe how to differentiate between lot1 and west mall... we took quite some time to eat because we were talkin at the same time... then we dragged Ms Liew and yaozhen to take neoprints...hahaz...quite fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, huiyi ruowei and i went huiyi's house... i went there to do the personality test while rw went there to do pw... after i finished the test...i started playing maplestory AGAIN... i created a new character and jumped from level 1 to level 8 in like...less than 2 hrs... may be considered long for some ppl...After maplestory-ing and irritating ruowei, i went home to put my erhu and went out again to meet frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's was a nice rainbow....=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Marina Bay to meet Liying, Lijing and Liming...simply..the three sisters for dinner... cos lijing lost a bet so she's treating me... initially, we decided on pastamania but steamboat is as good...I was late and kenna suan-ed by lijing and liying... from afar...i actually tot that chenliying was a guy...So we took a shuttle bus to the steamboat area, chat a lot...i was actually suan-ed for being more cor-lor than liying cos i have violent tendecies...more than tt taekwando expert...and yes...crossing my legs the ah beng way the moment i got on to a bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there to eat... got crabs...but lousy ones...and they gave us prawns which were apparently alive...Eat until bloated...and we even ate ice-cream after that...even more bloated...&lt;br /&gt;Seh Liying drank beer can...tiger beer... wanted to kop some but she din wanna give any... then i made her relate her encounter/ quarrel with those hc guys who cut her queue one fine day...she's very seh and brave...muz learn from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to the arcade...not much games but i ended up watching liying play soccer,watching liming and liying play childish aircraft shooting games... and all of us racing daytona cars... and yes...resorting to the "catch-the-plushie" machine to use up the coins... We didn't get anything lahz...like duhz...those machines are there to eat ur money... for daytona... cheat lahz... i din win any of the races....the first race, i was rammed by stupid computer cars and lijing managed to overtake me at the last second because my car turn-turtle...i was last can... Then for the second race...liying's and my cars turn turtle after 3 of us rammed into each other...lijing's one was safe... then i managed to push liying's car to the back at the last second and emerged 2nd... liying, " all of u so rough lahz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home together since we live very near each other... punggol 21 and sengkang are separated by an expressway anyway...So we took the same mrt from dhoby ghaut to harbourfront, and from there back to sengkang / punggol... We arranged to meet again after promos for a beer-drinking session...heez... We also concluded that liying and I are two of the few people who sleep a lot and almost everywhere... got bus, train ( our fav place is beside the glass pane where we can lie on...), class bench, fish tank, lecture hall (for me...it's not during lectures but b4 CO pracs...)... everywhere that's comfortable enough for us to sleep... We are the MuVo freaks... all of us juz took our MuVos out together to listen... and ended up sleeping on the mrt together other than lijing who was happily sms-ing her erhemz... She keep persuading me to get a erhemz so that she can get a free treat... sorry ahz...no way.... if i lose... i hafta treat like dunno how many ppl...cannot lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahz...so fun.... let's meet another day...conclusion for today...the most "girl" girls among the three sisters cannot cook... the "man" can...but she prefers to be a nun instead... yoz nigu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112576476926875403?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112576476926875403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112576476926875403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112576476926875403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112576476926875403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-shall-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112513085433712688</id><published>2005-08-27T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:20:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok...shall blog first before my bro wakes up and snatch the com from me...I was bloggin in the morn...hence the edited entry..and now i'm blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went to school and came back after a fruitful day..&lt;br /&gt;Michelle asked me to help out for her LEP stuffs because they were short of people. It was some sort of CIP but it seems more like a LEP language day camp for primary children. Those kids that came were from Pei Chun Pri...I was in the same group as OSY and Michelle... Xueying, because she was teaching tuition, didn't come... so yepz...all three of us were in group 7. the other group whose members i know was group 8. There's georgia (godma), liqian and peabrain. All we had to do was simply, bring the kids around the game stations and play some chinese language related games which were rather fun... So the kids came and we had self-introduction session. There were two noisy little boys (but i didn't bother to find out their names) which i had a hard but fun time with. As it was rather noisy, i was practically screaming to make myself audible in the hall. Ya...and i ended up being called "chen" by the kids. We were rather bored after that, so we came up with a group cheer and also,  we played dog and bone. The kids really enjoyed themselves as they were very enthusiastic. They are sooo cute =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the first station...My group lost my a few points hence we got 5 marks as compared to the other which got 10. So we did our group cheer and was rewarded 2 more marks. We also told the kids to call the gamemasters "shuaige mei nv"... Then we went to the hall for the next station. The kids were supposed to act out a story which was the origin of a proverb.  Firstly...the kids dun even understand the story after i read to them. Next, there were limited characters for a group of 21. In the end, most of the kids end up stoning while the others, under the help of creative michelle and osy, practised acting a story. One of the little boy (nicknamed blue shirt boy), hurt himself because another boy (nicknamed naughty boy) was too violent when they were playing. He got a bruise or something and he was crying...but he felt slightly better after a while.. I went to entertain the others because they had practically nothing to do...what did i do? I started with 2 girls..One was rather quiet, the other was a student not from the same class as the others in the group so i was trying to make her talk... i made them guess lame questions... in the end, that whole group end up exchanging lame jokes... I was tricked so many times...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was a Tang Poem drawing session. They were given a Tang poem and they were supposed to draw pictures depicting the content. They were given crayons and plasticine and had to make use of them to get high marks... They were rather enthusiastic about making those figurines out of plasticine and i noticed a few talented kids... The sad thing  is, there were some that chose not to participate too...=( After that was lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is better than any other food catered for any sort of activities lahz... it looks expensive... and according to michelle, it's provided by pei chun pri... means we were eating free food too.. Pei Chun subsidised everything required for the whole activity including the prizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,  we continued with the artwork and practising the skit. Then...was the presentation...&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... had a hard time organizing them... they were like..." am i supposed to go out now?" "hey! it's ur turn!!"... Fortunately, michelle knows the whole sequence of the skit... i was shh-ing them...there was this scene when the whole grp not involved in the play initially was supposed to go out and participate in the skit by fighting... however, the main actors fought too quickly and by the time the whole group's going out... one of the main actor "died" and the rest couldn't go out... it was quite successful nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the results?? hahaz... as our group didn't manage to play one game, i thought that we'll juz get a consolation prize... (every group will get something...definitely..)  so as the emcees announced the consolation prize winners... "group 1! group 10! group 8! group 9" i tot my group was going to be the next... but it wasn't called!! the emcees went on so we waited for the seventh consolation prize which was also the last..." group..............5!" our group was called for consolation prize AT ALL!! which means we are top 3! it was unbelievable for osy, me and michelle... we expected a consolation prize.. in the end..our whole group of kids, who were initially somewhere else, separated from one another, came over to join us as we waited for the results... 3rd prize goes to....."group X!" my group cheered lahz.... cos our group WASN'T called...=D which means we are top 2... hahaz...."next...2nd prize goes to.... group 7!!" hahaz....so we won the 2nd prize... although we weren't the first, it's nevertheless good to win top 3... The kids cheered and cheered... guessed that they were really happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We distributed the prezzies after that... We really had a great time with them and i thank them for their enthusiasm.. before i went for the activity, i was wondering whether i have the ability to make them enjoy their day here in hc...well...thanx to the joint effort of all three group leaders...and the happy faces on the kids...i guess we succeeded=D i was really happy that they enjoyed themselves.. even the girl who wasn't in the same class as the others was smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as we bade them goodbye... i guess i'll miss them... i quite like that blue shirt boy and another little (as in really small...) yellow shirt boy ( who has 2 cute dimples...).. osy and michelle liked some others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to participate in another activity like this... children are much easier to handle than grown-ups... they called us "laoshi" and so on... but got some teased me too lahz...by calling me chen, or chen jiejie (which was more polite) and some wanted to call me auntie...so naughty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz...enjoyed myself =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112513085433712688?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112513085433712688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112513085433712688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112513085433712688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112513085433712688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112509976288333326</id><published>2005-08-27T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:50:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edited entry...]&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping cures everything. Lack of sleep causes everything. The moral of the story? Remember to sleep sufficient hours a day... I didn't... Freak, stoopid me slept an average of 6 hours a day and this started from this year (mayb some other people sleep less hours a day)&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that i've been sleeping an average of 10 hours a day in the past four years (8 hours at night, 2 hours in the afternoon), the sudden change in sleeping pattern might have resulted in the deterioration of my health...&lt;br /&gt;I've maintained a record of not having a fever and not visiting a doctor for at least 6 years ( and that excludes visiting the doctor because of sprains), from pri sth to sec2. It was during sec3, right before SARS, i got my first fever.. I was rather sad because the record stopped at approximately 6 years. This year, i've been sick for quite a few times...including coughs, sore throats and yes, a fever which came right before blocks.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to doggie who encouraged me to cheer me up yesterday night via sms, thanks ahz...hope you know who you are... I'll try to recover completely soon=D and once i do...muah hahaz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112509976288333326?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112509976288333326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112509976288333326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112509976288333326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112509976288333326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/edited-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112498482467816751</id><published>2005-08-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:47:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling less blue at the moment, though some things still revolves round my mind. However, i do not have the American time to solve them now...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to Yahting and Peabrain for cheering me up too...i'll try to solve those problems soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112498482467816751?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112498482467816751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112498482467816751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112498482467816751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112498482467816751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-less-blue-at-moment-though.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112489748558371074</id><published>2005-08-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:31:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aahz... was in a very down mood... i guess it was due to the lack of detoxification in my liver during the specified time which affected some parts of my brain, causing it to go haywire and not operate properly...Anyway, thanks to FeL for all her encouragements =D  i've cheered up, maybe not a lot, but at least, got a bit... This shall be called the "blues" week... have been feeling blue for a few days though i'm not sure of the reason...maybe i know...but i won't state...&lt;br /&gt;Lethargy stops me from doing anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't i grab on to that little chance and initiate...&lt;br /&gt;If i garnered courage to initiate, perhaps i'll be feeling much better now...&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not doing so...&lt;br /&gt;Even if i did...what changes would it make?&lt;br /&gt;well, ultimately...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's time i come to a decision. It's time i sort out all my thoughts and settle on some things and not sway between them. I don't want to be indecisive. Lethargy...juz go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112489748558371074?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112489748558371074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112489748558371074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112489748558371074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112489748558371074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/aahz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112447029886837194</id><published>2005-08-20T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:51:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bloggin again! i've been bloggin regularly these few days...dunno y too...n i dun care too...&lt;br /&gt;few hours to rehearsal! i quite like rehearsals...cos can tok kok with the gorgors. although our frequency may be different, but i like their jokes lahz... at the same time, can learn a few songs from them... for eg. i juz learnt a pink panther song from Yen Chong... I hope he'll be going tml and on sun tho... if he doesn't then we'll be short of some fun... heard that darrel's away in China now but Yong Soon will be back to take over him in this performance... lala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botanic Gardens! i've performed there for....hmmz...this will be my 2nd time... a good experience though=D but this time will be beta... cos for the past times, my parents were supportin me...this time... xyz ppl will be going to support me! then after that we go out for dinner... altho it's not a CO concert... rather, sth of no relation to them, they are still going to support me =D thanx everyone! but neway..they'll be able to gain something from there... cos of the presence of erhu pros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a spammin spree...lala~...cos i realised i haven't been tagging ppl's board despite reading their blogs...mean me but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs blues are gone as usual..hope that nex thurs will be an exception thurs which i might enjoy rather than feel blue for the whole dae... guess that the only solution is to not get overhyper on wed...hehz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112447029886837194?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112447029886837194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112447029886837194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112447029886837194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112447029886837194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-bloggin-again-ive-been-bloggin.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112437175424037360</id><published>2005-08-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:29:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more days...to rehearsal den performance! long time no prac...i guess that i've deproved quite a bit. Now i've no idea whether i'll be playin that double erhu part or fukang will be doing that.. and oh ya! i think darrel's not in s'pore now.. hmmz... who's replacing him then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the end of my job.. my first ever job but i've no idea how much i've earned...must go check my bank book someday.. hope it's enough to cover at least half my india trip's cost... was thinking...if i earned 200, den i can give my mum some money then the rest i keep for mp3 player... but now...since i hav the india trip, guess i can't spare some money for my mum. Hope i can get another job soon but considering my dedication to csco now, dun think i can get... mayb sometimes i think too highly of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate thursdays...cos every single thursday...i'll feel blue and it's not the first time... feeling blue for no reason..sheesh myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112437175424037360?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112437175424037360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112437175424037360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112437175424037360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112437175424037360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112429124056422579</id><published>2005-08-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:07:20.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell, and I'll climb up again. I must be strong. I must remain strong. I will and I must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112429124056422579?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112429124056422579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112429124056422579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112429124056422579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112429124056422579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-fell-and-ill-climb-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112402934617056137</id><published>2005-08-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:22:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZhengLaoshi appeared on TV! Just look out for that commercial naming all those young achievers...he stood there...like he just stoned...cos he din move...hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid deon just told me thru MSN that he worked backstage recently and got to watch tokyo kosei perform for FREE! *slap slap slap!* tokyo kosei lehz!! i wanna watch... why in the world didn't i go watch?? i've always loved the mononoke hime medley they played.... arghz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112402934617056137?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112402934617056137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112402934617056137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112402934617056137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112402934617056137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/zhenglaoshi-appeared-on-tv-just-look.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112368405832090269</id><published>2005-08-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:27:38.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stoning.... it's stoning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Qing Gong Yan!! our last formal gathering with the senior batch...so sadz... i'll really miss the seniors... Liyu, Jiamin, Lixiang, Engeng, Boonshan, Steph, Wuhan, Derrick, Shengrong, Junkai, Andrew, Timo, Zhiyong, dayang...i'll really miss all of you!!! must come back visit us frequently k? During Qing Gong Yan, we were segregated again to form the girl grp n the guy grp (as usual...) Liyu, Engeng, Jiamin and Sharon(probably filled their stomachs with enuf meat), did sth lame -&gt; fried rice. Sheesh....Seoul Garden's for Barbeque, not for frying rice...hahaz.... i was so busy writing the senior's notes i didn't have time to gorge myself with the delicious stuffs there... so sadz...when the handover and everything was over, i didn't have the chance to eat anymore!! it's the first time i was not bloated during a buffet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope the seniors like their prezzies! the juniors spent quite some time preparing the prezzies and distorting them(guess who did it?) and hacking our minds to think of the designs. but i guess the clay didn't work out very well cos they couldn't stick to the frame... sorry!! cos i didn't consider the fact that we still have to stick them on to the photo frame...During handover, we had a great time taking photos, play around with the seniors and posing.... We had this ban1 jiang3 dian2 li3...and all the J1s took photos with each of the senior receiving their "prize". My lousy camera went out of batt when i was taking the crucial photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i called my parents to beg them to give me the permission to stayover at sharon's house. So many seniors and juniors are going but i'm not... unwilling to miss out the fun...i decided to persuade my parents... My pa sort of relented but my mum was firm, so SL took my phone and deliberated with her... so corny can...i was laughing at the way he persuades my mum. But in the end, my mum din allow. I called again to persuade, in the absence of him, and i succeeded. However, we had an agreement... lala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayover!! 11 of us squeezed into sharon's room. dunno how we did it...We played a whole lot of games ranging from mind games, to asshole daidee, mahjong, bridge, indian poker, hearts and so on... We played from midnite to morning. Only a few of us tahan-ed till then... the survivors include : sharon, ningfei, timo and me!! after a game of hearts at around 7+, timo and i gave up and slept on sharon's bed... So mean lahz...thruout the nite the entire section is bullying me... from mind games to asshole daidee...every1 kept bullying me...eeyer!! i was the last to get the petals around the roses game.... yuckz!!! but i managed to solve the water-bottle game =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun....=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112368405832090269?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112368405832090269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112368405832090269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112368405832090269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112368405832090269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/stoning.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112291067263904318</id><published>2005-08-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:37:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!!! a new member to my family tree!!&lt;br /&gt;got...&lt;br /&gt;- wife&lt;br /&gt;- husband&lt;br /&gt;- jiejie&lt;br /&gt;- two didis&lt;br /&gt;- one bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new member.... a gorgor!! yay!!  lalala~ from mon blues to mon happiness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112291067263904318?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112291067263904318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112291067263904318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112291067263904318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112291067263904318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-new-member-to-my-family-tree-got.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112281832711281534</id><published>2005-07-31T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:58:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday - nth interesting lahz... juz tt da bio prac really took some time... physics lect...wad happened ahz? oh ya....upthrust...den maths lect... i was sittin with da class while sharon was sittin in front of libo. din make arrangements to sit together for tt lect... sharon was busy diary-ing. den i saw a familiar face... it was peabrain and a poor fren he dragged along... i sms-ed him earlier to join us budden he din reply so i tot he's not comin... so all of us gathered n sat in front of mr chai. While listening to Mr Chai narratin how to puke blood while doin maths, peabrain got da diary frm sharon n started doin senseless maths... his lect hall's much faster... they've finished differentiation before our recent lect. then bong performed magic! so pro lahz... admire admire... so good at arts n so good at music n so good at magic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat - the most unfortunate day of my life... supposed to hav mini xianyue outin, ended up with 2 ppl goin... so i waited 45 mins after designated time for tt stupid peabrain...met keagan while waitin...he's supposedly meetin da other fac dance IC...&lt;br /&gt;wahz...lost our way several times travellin frm one place 2 another... mindless travelling...&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at beauty world, waitin for sharon to meet up with us for a game of pool there...&lt;br /&gt;sharon SAVED my day! den we walked from beauty world to bukit timah plaza to another dunno-wad plaza for a little game of pool. since there were only 3 of us, we played a slightly different game... n for da last few hits...lame sharon n peabrain played finger pool...&lt;br /&gt;I went for dinner with sharon at kfc and went home together. met lame shiqi on da way home outside da sch n crapped... on da way home...crapped wif sharon again...&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i was sooo tired i wanted to slp but i had work to do. so i decided to slp from 9+ until 10.30. but my alarm forgot to wake me up and i slept past 12 only to realise that my bro's still hoggin on to da com. I deliberated for some time and decided to give up snatchin da com frm him and continue slping... i woke up at 8 dis morn...slept a wonderful 11 hrs... shengrong! admire? heeheez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112281832711281534?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112281832711281534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112281832711281534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112281832711281534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112281832711281534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-nth-interesting-lahz.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112245470273938281</id><published>2005-07-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:58:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okok....i'm too lazy to blog about the sentosa outing so i shall skip and go straight to yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;After i went interviewing with mx...i decided to go back to school since we were supposed to gather at 4. The time was about 3.15 already. Liyu din pick my call when i was tryin to find out where they were for the "outing". So, i had to...forced to...call the icky peabrain...They were at the pool centre at beauty world. since i was coming from cck, i decided to join them although it was almost time to go back...so off i went to play pool n neglected mx...sorry mx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din had any casual clothes with me but i went in nevertheless to meet the others. They booked 3 tables...one belonged to the girls... liyu teamed with sharon and boonshan teamed with lixiang. I joined lixiang's group cos they were laggin by a lot...i'm a beginner anyway...So i borrowed a "planet hollywood" shirt from the counter to cover my sch shirt and started playing... The shirt chao big... in the end...my team lost by a bit... sharon managed to hit the black ball in...lala~ we'll win the nex time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...after much persuasion from bong, we went back school to change and blah blahz... the real fun hasn't started... The rest of the xianyue girls went to eat first...i was frantically searching for my handphone which was "lost" but i found it later....i went to help mei nv carry her yangqin and started playing zhongruan at the audi... i went canteen with them later...den i heard someone shouting my name and realised all of them were waiting for me!! so touched.... they help me take my food and left a seat for me too.... thanks everyone! hahaz...sharon's voice was the loudest and most powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating... engeng and i went to throw the drink packets away. We were wondering whether it was made of plastic or paper... we threw it into the paper recycling bin... den that shengrong came along and..."how can u throw this in? it's made of paper mehz? i saw you throwing...." don't argue with shengrong over this cos you'll nv win... engeng picked some out and jiankai (sianzilla) came along and "volunteered" to take the rest out, only to find himself trapped by the bin cover when he bent down to take...his notty fellow sectional mates...&lt;br /&gt;So we went to see the art exhibition... we were analysing bong's artwork. It was EXTREMELY nice!! but i still dun get the reason why the smiley face was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the audi and proceeded to the audi backstage...i started playing yingying's zhongruan there...i was trying out feitian on her zhongruan...i kenna stared by many people... hahaz...peabrain you lose!! you can't play zhongruan!!&lt;br /&gt;then shengrong and i pia-ed a few dazu songs like feitian and fenyong and tong deng and some other solos. We played a canon saima with some others too but ended up with only 3 ppl playing... den peabrain shengrong and I pia-ed zhan ma together...chao tiring lahz...&lt;br /&gt;then we played MRT....it was rather lame...the normal reactions-&gt; scream!! point point....blank out......err err..."XXX!!" hehhehz....very fun.... den we played a name exchanging name...VERY LAME GAME....whoever calls someone wrongly will hafta do a forfeit... sharon took mine while i took shengrong's. Shengrong took liyu's and liyu took wuhan's... engeng took libo's and peabrain took engeng's... libo took andrew and zhiyong took sharon's and steph took peabrain's.... right before the performance....we were still trying to recall who was who and we made quite a lot of noises onstage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notty sharon went around tarnishing my name by creating with scandals with so many ppl...&lt;br /&gt;i'm shengrong now....&lt;br /&gt;minnie is soooo scandalous k.... first she went to hug "wuhan", then she went to hug "peabrain" (PUIPUIPUI), den she told the whole world about how flirtatious she is...minnie ahz...how can you ahz...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm minnie now... BAD BAD sharon!! haiz...."shengrong" had a hard time trying to get "minnie" and "peabrain" apart.... "shengrong" will NEVER allow "minnie" and"peabrain" to come together...mua hahahaz...now "minnie" has many scandals.... notty sharon!!!&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pics as a section and had a real lot of fun!! i'll really really miss the seniors once they leave...i spent 7 months with them and i really like them... hope i can play with them forever but haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyu, Jiamin, Steph, Lixiang, Engeng, Boonshan, Jieying(altho i dun noe u well but we had a great time at sentosa!)...thanks a lot! i love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shengrong, Junkai, Derrick, Zhiyong, Andrew, Timo, Wuhan and dayang... i'll miss you too!!&lt;br /&gt;Seniors must come back visit juniors k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today... me n sharon ostra-ed our classes and sat together during maths lecture and we crapped all the xianyue stuffs. Then we sms-ed peabrain...asking him to ostra his class tml during chem lect to join us for some crapping session...obvious he had to sacrifice himself and join us at our area since sharon's class is quite near 75 mahz... lalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 xyz peeps!! jiayou!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112245470273938281?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112245470273938281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112245470273938281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112245470273938281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112245470273938281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/07/okok.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112228009623282764</id><published>2005-07-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:28:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>under dear liyu's request, i've decided to blog~~~ reluctantly.....hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...firstly...last sun, i went out with my section to sentosa for some sort of outing. my parents were sort of freaking out when i couldn't finish frying the nuggets on time... but anyway, no matter how late i am, there's usually someone later than me... in the end...i reached the mrt station almost on time (slightly late....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i shall wait with sharon for the SL to drag us to CO ...so i shall stop blogging.... to be continued (if i have the mood..) wahhahahaz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112228009623282764?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112228009623282764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112228009623282764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112228009623282764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112228009623282764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/07/under-dear-liyus-request-ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112208262390581877</id><published>2005-07-23T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:37:03.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new blog template!&lt;br /&gt;The other one seems so dark...but anyway, it's quite nice too...&lt;br /&gt;A black-and-white theme...i changed some stuffs to suit the black-white background. My tagboard has changed colour too...&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's nicer now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112208262390581877?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112208262390581877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112208262390581877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112208262390581877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112208262390581877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-blog-template-other-one-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-112040055550270845</id><published>2005-07-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:23:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the actual performance.&lt;br /&gt;I went Suntec Convention Centre for the rehearsal. There were many policemen patrolling the area and they dug into bags in search of possible hidden bombs. Dustbins have decreased in the area too due to the IOC. Looks like the government has introduced quite a lot of security measures to ensure the safety of the VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;At the convention centre, there were many policemen outside the ballroom. They were setting up those electronic entrances that scans people for hidden devices or stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two separate stages set up for us, one at each side of the ballroom. The conductor will be conducting at one side, while the other side will watch a filmed version of him on TV as he conducts. so the strings were gathered at one side. Seeing those familiar faces again...&lt;br /&gt;During the rehearsal, it was rather fun cos i was rather occupied listening to the jokes or gossips between YenChong and the others. I spent most of my rehearsal time laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting on stage before the actual performance, i was looking around at the diners. 80% of the people present at the dinner were men. Then i was looking around for SM Goh too and i spotted him. He was at the table right before the stage, and since he is rather tall, it's rather easy to find him.&lt;br /&gt;Although we were on stage, YenChong and the others continued crapping and i continued laughing despite the many eyes looking at us. Actually, those at the dinner were more preoccupied with eating and talking rather than watching the performance prepared for them. The music we played was so soft because it was covered by the chatters of the people as well as the sounds of collisions of plates. I screwed a few parts but obviously, they weren't obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, i went to Yimin's pa's workplace to play pool with yimin, my bro and her bro. It was a sort of competition between the two families. Ahhz.... pool simply rockz... I feel that it's a lot more fun than bowling perhaps because i was just exposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ ahhz...i shouldn't, yet i did. I didn't know much and don't know much. I should prevent it from increasing any further... ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-112040055550270845?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/112040055550270845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=112040055550270845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112040055550270845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/112040055550270845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-was-actual-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111925567782782381</id><published>2005-06-20T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:21:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to blog after 6 tiring days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1:&lt;br /&gt;Went m'sia Kuantan with Yimin's family.&lt;br /&gt;So we proceeded to our first rest point. Our fathers parked their cars in parking lots (like duh...) but they started worrying whether there's a need to put coupons like in s'pore. They decided to ask the hawkers at the coffeeshop where we were supposed to have breakfast. Just as we were contemplating what food to buy, 2 men in blue came over and started jotting stuffs. !!!  And our fathers ran over to stop them.  In the end, Yimin's pa's car kenna "or gong" after negotiations. we are tourists what...how are we supposed to know? so after that we went to eat again...with my pa's car still in dangerous condition. then..another man in blue came over to my pa's car...-_-"' my pa ran over, halfway through his noodles, to negotiate again. We ended up searching for that stupid police station to pay the fine. but because we had a reason, we got a discount of RM20 from RM30.&lt;br /&gt;We wasted quite some time there lahz... then we went straight to kuantan. The trunk road was like a mini rollercoaster, up then down, down then up and was filled with "excitement". There was 1 lane, and what drivers dread most is one whole stretch of lorries travelling at slow speed. Overtake!&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel at the exact check-in time. Very nice place. It's next to the beach, has a swimming pool and yes! a POOL table!&lt;br /&gt;Yimin, Shuiyong and I went to play in the sea while the parents laze around. I had a great time getting washed up on shore by the currents or free massage by the waves.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, we went Lao Chek to have seafood. =D delicious! We arrived right before the rain and left right after the rain has stopped. At night, we played pool. It was RM3 per game and we played about 2 for 1 hr. that's...approx s$3 lahz...cheap lorz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Visited hotels and explored Kuantan. We went to the City in search of salted fish. Then we went to the Megamall there. There's KBOx there, just that it's quite different from those in s'pore. They were really in the form of "boxes" and you can see n hear people singing (or screaming) inside. There was an arcade, a bowling centre, archery area, pool centre and many shops. But the number of shoppers there was rather small. Yimin, shuiyong n I walked around but we didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;Went back hotel. This time, everyone went out to sea to play. The day before, we didn't go very deep. But this time, because my pa was around, so we went much deeper. Ok. The depth increased really gradually. At sentosa, when i swam a short distance out to one of the man-made islands, it was 3m to 5m deep. I could only tread water. But there i could walk out, approx the dist the man-made island is away from mainland sentosa, and still touch the ground. The water was up to my shoulder or lower.  We played with mini hermit crabs there. There were hundreds or thousands of them along the shore!&lt;br /&gt;We went Laochek for dinner again. There's this snow crab in one of the fish tanks. I was staring at it the day before. Apparently, it hasn't moved since the day before. Has it frozen or sth?&lt;br /&gt;At night, we wanted to play pool but 2 men occupied it. We stood around the table and one of them thought we were contemplating what cakes to buy. He came over and analysed the cakes for us. -_-"' Mocha rockz...&lt;br /&gt;We told them we were waiting for the table and they invited us to join. I teamed with one and sort of destroyed his game because i was complete beginner. I've played pool like...5 times only? We wanted to pay a game for them but they threatened us to pay for their drinks and cakes if we insist. In the end, they gave us one free game to play and we played until midnight or somethng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3:&lt;br /&gt;Back to S'pore! on the way, we ate durians. RM11 for 8 people. cheap rite? but there were plenty of flies accompanying us...Yimin nearly ate a fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4-6:&lt;br /&gt;I'm in S'pore, rehearsing for a recording. It's like a job...sort of...because i get paid. I went to the NUS cultural centre to rehearse. It's very cold lahz... I was kind of freaked out by my deskmate initially cos i didn't know him beforehand. But YenCong turned out to be a very humorous person. He came and he sightread and i was awed... Ok lahz... he's a professional-to-be mahz...&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing for what lehz? to celebrate NUS turning 100. The orchestra i'm in consist of people from strings, brass band, CO, chinese percussion, western percussion and indian percussion. I could see a few familiar faces, mostly from CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freezing in the theatre... and rather bored during the practices on 17th n 18th cos i didn't interact with YenCong. Until 19th, when the actual recording took place, then he sort of talked more cok and i kept laughing and laughing. During the recording, i have to restrain myself from coughing cos i got an irritated throat. I felt really lethargic during night recording and i think i fell sick halfway. Quite fun tho, to participate in a recording.&lt;br /&gt;New experience. So i'm in another orchestra now...just that it's not CO. lalala... NUS Centennial Symphony Orchestra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111925567782782381?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111925567782782381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111925567782782381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111925567782782381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111925567782782381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-to-blog-after-6-tiring-days.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111859338803853037</id><published>2005-06-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:23:08.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hcco xyz outing was held at Marina Bay. The turnout was rather pathetic,  a mere number of 6. At least, the turnout for J1s wasn't that bad, because 4/6 turned up while seniors... 2/15 turned up. So the humans/animals who went were, Zhenming, Lixiang, Junkai, Libo, "secret society" and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did we do then? We played and spent lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;We went bowling. It was 3.90 per game? one of the most expensive bowling games i've ever played. On my first try, i spared. lalala... i won secret society on the first round. Then i deproved and he caught up very quickly...in fact...in the 2nd round. He spared and he striked and whatever. Zhenming and Libo striked too. haiz...guys... why are they physically more fit for such stuffs? Then, on the last round... i STRIKED! that's so cool! and i managed to clinch 4th place out of 6 people. Only secret society exceeded 100. Haiz... violent people better at knocking stuffs down mahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to play pool, which was a game i've seen people play, awed by their skills, yet couldn't play because i wasn't old enough. But now, i could. I was a complete beginner while the others had some sort of experience in playing pool. So Zhenming and secret society spent one match teaching me the rules and how to play and stuffs and yes... according to secret society, it's the first time he had ever won Zhenming. Aiya...u lousy mahz.. Then we had team play, and unfortunately, VERY UNFORTUNATELY, i teamed with secret society. yucks... I didn't know how to hit for goodness' sake. So we played...until we were left with one black ball. Nearly...nearly...nearly....won... hahaz.... for once, i admit that it's my fault lahz...complete beginner mahz... Then i played another match with Lixiang. It was very fun because we ended up helping each other instead of competing. Two beginners playing... not much excitement or techniques to talk about but still, it was very fun! I managed to win in the end by luck. =D i wanna play pool again. Let's do that on the next xyz outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went PS for dinner because it was rather late already. On the bus, Lixiang decided to give us each an animal to represent. She was "cat", i'm....sheesh...not revealing..., and stupid secret society was as expected... Wolf as in "Se4 Lang2". Fits him manz... Called him doggie initially, but dogs are too cute, not suitable for him. Ok... We talked lots of crap during dinner, and Wolf suggested going to a purple light district which huangcheng people frequent, for a chatting session. So we went... Very "near", according to Wolf. we walked quite some distance before we reached that place. It was...very nice lahz...frankly speaking. Romantic? What i know is... it's very nice to sleep there!  So we crapped an entire hour or more about CO and stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These crapping sessions reminded me of SNCO xyz, when i gather those juniors to talk crap. Serves as a good bonding session, though i don't know about the productivity. Arghz... there's CO the next day, and before we part, all of us... "Ehz you! don't be late horz! at least...cannot be later than me lahz..." "remember horz...don't be late..." Lalala.... I shall be late =D since both SLs were at the xyz outing mahz.... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111859338803853037?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111859338803853037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111859338803853037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111859338803853037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111859338803853037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-ever-hcco-xyz-outing-was-held-at.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111824309075264181</id><published>2005-06-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:04:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay.... shan is the shouxi of erhu section! as expected =D Don't worry about what others might say behind your back. If you are nominated as erhu shou xi by khoo huiling, it only shows that you possess the standards to be the shou xi. if u feel that you are not good enough, practise more lorz.... to prove that you are worthy of the shou xi! ganbatte ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing! don't worry! you'll do as well in zhonghu! You'll be one of the most formidable zhonghu players that ever exist and form one of the most formidable zhonghu sections in Singapore! Don't look down on yourself k? Zhonghu is very nice! I myself is a zhonghu player in csco. hahaz... at least... you know you get all the zhonghu solos =D go psycho zhou laoshi to pick some songs with some sort of zhonghu solo for you to show your true power=D lalala.... i've got a zhonghu solo to prac :'( Qin Bing Ma Yong.... or you come csco =D den you play that zhonghu solo =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.....today's probably one of the more fun CO days... Kau is here, steph is here.... sure fun =D&lt;br /&gt;We talked plenty of crap during practice today, inviting lots of "shhhh" from all directions. I learnt a formula, rather, a song, on how to draw a pig =D and i taught others how to draw a boy using another formula... I didn't really find it funny, but i guess the way i said it made it rather funny and the seniors were laughing and laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today was also a battle between the lame people in xianyue, "secret society" and me, and for the first time, after ONE year, after i challenged him one year ago, we finally played Zhan Ma together... tho we didn't manage to finish the song and determine who's the winner =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111824309075264181?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111824309075264181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111824309075264181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111824309075264181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111824309075264181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111812840763580174</id><published>2005-06-07T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:13:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now after syco, i'm into something more challenging. in fact, something so challenging, i'm so afraid of its arrival. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i went for the first pre-NUS-recording practice. I received the scores and browsed through it for the first time and blue lines appeared at the corner of my head. sharps, flats are killin me. Worse off, when i looked through the list of people going... -_-"' Outta these people, i know quite a few of them and they are quite pro. Those i don't know, apparently, are even MORE pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, before i joined hcco, i felt rather apprehensive because i knew beforehand the standard of the people there. Those erhu players have at least a grade 7  or a grade 9 while me, a grade 0. simply, gradeless. I was freaked out by these grades but when i got there, i sort of felt more relieved perhaps because grades don't really reflect one's true standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i've to play with a few people who are ji pro.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so zibei when i found out the backgrounds of people like Yen Cong, Jiabin and Adrian from Junkai. i was feeling zibei enough when i found out that people like Darrel, Simin, Zhenyao, Fukang and Weibin are going. I felt even MORE zibei when i found out the standards of those people whose standards cannot be rated by a mere grade 9.  :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pro world... somewhere i'd never get to step into, but now, i've to play with them... stressed stressed stressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111812840763580174?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111812840763580174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111812840763580174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111812840763580174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111812840763580174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-after-syco-im-into-something-more.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111799404543679061</id><published>2005-06-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:56:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday marks the end of my syco'05 life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... i'm quitting and i'm feeling all nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the crap but fun-loving and united xyz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing zhan ma with them right after da zu.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the uncle chasing us away after dazu because they desperately want to keep the chairs and head home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the friends i've made in syco though i know i'll still meet them again&lt;br /&gt;I miss the photo-taking sessions i had with syco and especially xyz, casual or non-casual, with mermaid or without mermaid, with guys or without guys.&lt;br /&gt;I miss chasing yuanyang around SCH, trying to tau-pok him and getting him (the only guy) to take photo with the rest of the xyz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fun when xyz is together. the shoelace stealing incident, the gel squeezing time, the sleeping at the staircase session.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when we grab each other's scores to copy the gong1 fa3.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we laugh at zhao laoshi's extremely cold jokes&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times i went home with rachel, discussing about serious stuffs, laming with her, and listening to what lame darrel told her&lt;br /&gt;I miss running about in SCH like it's my second home&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when xyz gathered together and talked about the JC lightbulb story and drawstrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss playing Tian Wang, one of the songs that really motivated me to play with all my feelings and that really touched me, even without narration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss playing with all the SCO musicians. Laughter fills the air even during rehearsals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Zhou laoshi's jokes during rehearsals and even concerts and yes, talking to him about chou toufu and crystal jade. and yes... "oh! she's gu lele? then i'm zhou kuaikuai lorz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Ann Hong Mui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss playing with Zheng Laoshi because that's the only time i get to play with him together on the same stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Lee Laoshi, whom i'll get to meet less often after these practices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss Guo Laoshi, his firm handshake, his assurance, his jokes and yes, his smiley face on my concert booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my long-lost twin, Shuhui from vjc, my intensive prac partner. a bit crap, a bit lame, a bit crazy but very adorable and cute, very pro in erhu&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lydia from vjc, the girl whom i'm reminded of when i hear FIR's lydia, shuhui's wonderful partner, very pro in erhu too and a very nice girl too.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Vera, the aloe vera from tjc. a bit boy-crazy but still very enthusiastic and fun-loving&lt;br /&gt;I miss Rachel, our dear xyz SL. Younger than us yet taller than all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lele, the oldest gal in the entire section, but looks younger than all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Yuanyang, the kai xin guo of the section, whom we like to bully most and who bullys us most. He's the only guy in the section.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Xunqi, the concert master of SYCO, the sexy horse, the ex-erhu section member and potential SL, the yuanyang tau-pok-er and the one who got his shoelaces stolen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chuanyue, fellow snco xyz member for 4 years who's not continuing CO in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i miss Qing and Shan. This is probably the last time we are playing together as an orchestra unless the three of us join some other external CO together. Yes... I'd probably not meet both of you that frequently anymore and that's VERY saddening. I'll really miss the times we played as a trio, in snco, at some ulu-fied place or at syco. I miss the times we quarrel and make-up. I miss the times we eat chou toufu together, in attempt to stink my pa's car. I miss the times we went crystal jade together with zhou laoshi and get lame-d by him. I miss the times we ate roti prata together outside your house. I miss the times we gossip while waiting for my pa or on my pa's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.... i feel like crying all of a sudden... this is probably what affects me most after syco concert.... I'll miss both of you!!! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bluemapleleaves_88/xyz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SYCO XYZ'05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111799404543679061?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111799404543679061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111799404543679061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111799404543679061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111799404543679061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday-marks-end-of-my-syco05-life.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111781474699900529</id><published>2005-06-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:05:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm sitting with Ann Hong Mui and Zhou Jing Hao!! RJCO de... admire me? He's VERY humourous.... during the concert, i really couldn't stop laughing.... He promised us a smelly toufu treat. hehz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If only all concerts were rehearsals, then the teachers wouldn't be that serious. The "shua!", the "oh no, cannot turn pg now", the "...who's the older twin ahz?" and so on.... these are only seen and heard during the rehearsals, something that the audience can never see. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111781474699900529?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111781474699900529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111781474699900529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111781474699900529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111781474699900529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sitting-with-ann-hong-mui-and-zhou.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111769541347879036</id><published>2005-06-02T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:49:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;today's SCO+ SYCO prac!!&lt;br /&gt;I can get to see Lee Laoshi and Zheng Laoshi! Qing, Shan and Xunqi can get to see their favourite Huang Laoshi. Hahaz... Can't imagine the chaos at concert hall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we're gonna have two orchestras on the stage. it'll be as cramped as last year i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhz....miss practising in the concert hall. The first time we practised there was when concert practices first started. Then, schools began booking the concert hall for SYF practices or concerts and we were deprived of the luxury to practise there...Now... we are back there! Concert hall's very nice... it has a good surround system (better than audi...) and great seats (though not comparable to those in RJ's). Last year, we got to practise at the concert hall for almost every single orchestral prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope concert will be as fun as last year... I still remembered, during Darrel's solo, a few of us were backstage, sharing lame jokes, then more people joined in. (Darrel too, after his solo) and one whole big group of us sat in a huge circle, sharing lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke from Darrel which he shared with rachel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black cat and a white cat were walking along the road when they fell into a drain. What did the black cat say to the white cat?&lt;br /&gt;~Meow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realised, my Sectional Leaders are all nice people =p&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Eileen (SNCO)&lt;br /&gt;Darrel (SYCO)&lt;br /&gt;Junkai (HCCO)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel (SYCO)&lt;br /&gt;and my fellow SL-mate, Qing (SNCO) hahaz...=D&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about my new HCCO SL though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111769541347879036?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111769541347879036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111769541347879036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111769541347879036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111769541347879036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-todays-sco-syco-prac-i-can-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111746761405660174</id><published>2005-05-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:40:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;blog blog blog =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I shall keep all the wonderful memories in this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I went CO at 2pm with a ramly burger when it's supposed to start at 3. Hahaz... i thought there might be a few other seniors other than Junkai but when i went there, he was the only one there, meddling with his zitan wife. Before i reached LT3, i was blatantly holding the ramly burger, walking there, and i met Uncle Chong. He turned his head, pretending not to see and walked past me quickly....=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz. so i ate my ramly burger in LT3 while listening to Junkai pia his erhu. SL means SL... you can never deny his skills... Wanted to borrow his wife, but he didn't allowed. I didn't had anything else to do, so i loitered around and ended up at the piano playing Tian Wang. I didn't have time to rush home to fetch my husband and ended up playing some other erhu which was reasonably good...i lack solid, thick-skinned fingers to stand the pain of playing the instru. Just hope my fingers are still alive before the concert, considering we are going at full-speed now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in preparation of July's concert, we started practising one new song. Wasn't quite bad, though i'd prefer taiwan zhuixiangqu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I ran off at 6 when practice is supposed to end at 7. Met Qing Shan on the way from the MRT station to SCH. apparently, all of us are late, especially when the conductor's Tsung Yeh today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tsung Yeh rockz!! He can conduct damn well, and he finished the entire tianwang within a short time, near perfection (obviously not up to SCO standard lahz...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Every movement in Tian Wang is soooooo nice...i was mesmerized by the melody... And this is probably one of the songs i can play reasonably well, because i love it soooo much! Concert's in a few days... SCO+SYCO prac's in 2 days...i'm wondering which SCO musician i'm sitting with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So... after practice.... the hungry few went casuarina for roti prata! again....after smelly toufu on fri,  we chosed roti prata this time. =p we gossipped quite a bit on the way there and yes...all of us probably froze to death before we reached there...considering the jokes we were sharing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111746761405660174?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111746761405660174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111746761405660174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111746761405660174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111746761405660174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-blog-blog-d-i-shall-keep-all.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111737452439422426</id><published>2005-05-29T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:48:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After syco prac on friday, my pa drove the few of us, Qing, Shan, CY, n I to geylang for supper. We had smelly toufu there. When my pa parked his car and i first came out of his car, i could actually catch the intense smell of the toufu from approximately 50m away. The power of diffusion...not to mention, the intensity of the toufu smell.&lt;br /&gt;Yepz...so my pa ordered two servings of deep fried soft-shell crab, some shell food, deep-fried large intestine and not to forget, chou4 toufu. The few of us conspired to stink my pa's car after eating chou4 toufu. =p . Anyway, we ordered 5 cups of chinese tea. Initially, i thought they'll come in mini tea cups. Instead, they came in huge beer mugs. Mine was tiger beer. The only thing that was lacking was the bubbles, otherwise, it'll resemble real beer.&lt;br /&gt;Yupz...so we started feasting on the delicacies. i ate quite a lot of big onions, in attempt to stink my pa's car. The smell in my mouth was washed off by the chinese tea, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the car and my pa droved us through one of the streets, and guess what we saw? Rows n rows of prostitutes, from various countries, from different races, standing outside one of the hotels, waiting for customers. We happened to catch one prostitute flirting with one man (40+) and i was rather disgusted. She was hugging him! omg...&lt;br /&gt;I recalled what my teacher told me regarding those china prostitutes. Some or most of them came to Singapore to work as a prostitute because they were cheated by agents. Since they were rid of most of their resources, they've no choice but to work as prostitutes to earn money to clear their debts or to support their family over at China. so sad for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterboys will be aired on next sunday!! i can't for it!! Synchro swimming is sooooo nice...what's more? the movie itself is rather interesting...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111737452439422426?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111737452439422426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111737452439422426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111737452439422426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111737452439422426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/continued.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111729465186456879</id><published>2005-05-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:57:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archery &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Archery was damn fun, our instructors were very nice and humourous too. Sadly, i realised, that my hidden talent isn't in archery. i was the 2nd, from the bottom of the list. Firstly, i don't have the skill. Secondly, i was feeling rather lethargic that day. Thirdly, that row was cursed, for right-handed people. I got a bow that doesn't have a working support for the arrow. the second "end", i got a bow that was too heavy and the tension in the string/cable was too great for me. yes... i failed my archery test. hahaz... =D i shall contemplate joining one of these archery clubs in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyway, we got to see how the national archers shoot during those two days. They've got a real sophisticated bow. There's a gauge and a support attached to their bow. There's holes in the bow too, supposedly to reduce weight i guess. Their precision is very good. Most of their arrows end up at the same place. i guess the gauge do help them a lot. Us beginners, we used our eyes to judge the direction to shoot. After shooting, their bows actually spun. i've no idea how to explain this rotation using words. Simply, it's VERY cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Self-consolation: my hidden talent isn't here. it's somewhere else... that's why i couldn't shoot well... shall continue searching for it...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drumming &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Drumming's very fun too. Those musicians from rhythm masala came to coach us. Tried many different instruments. And yes...tried the drumset =D it's sooooo cool!!! too bad hcco doesn't have one... snco has one though... Pinky and i wrote out the rhythm the musician taught us using X and O on the board... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;During the first half of the session, i tried the first part of the long teng drum solo on one of the snare drums. =D=D so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After drumming, i went J8 with pinky and huiyi to purchase the sistic tickets. The auntie at the counter took a real long time to settle the tickets for the guy in front of me. When it's finally my turn, she was busy settling some other stuffs. Anyway, i didn't know they were selling tickets for our rehearsal concert. is the response really that overwhelming? the actual concert's tickets are almost sold out... and i've got real lousy tickets for my parents and friends. i should've gone earlier, then at least, they can get better seats like aisle seats. Guess it'll be like last year... they'll probably sell standing tickets or something similar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to find Huiyi and Pinky at pastamania after purchasing. The place was crowded with RJC people. RJ people were, beside, behind, in front of us. Guess J8's RJ's territory or something... Coincidentally, i saw Shuiyong walking past pastamania with his friends and i met Shumin eating there with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At night, syco prac. We attended a meeting before the actual practice. I collected my syco t-shirt =D it looks slightly nicer because there's slightly more designs than the year before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bluemapleleaves_88/aaa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111729465186456879?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111729465186456879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111729465186456879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111729465186456879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111729465186456879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/archery-archery-was-damn-fun-our.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111712103777691502</id><published>2005-05-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:57:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seatings for SYCO XYZ is out! like finally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Juz a few weeks before the concert, the section was sort of freaking out because we haven't split into Erhu I and II and it's like... there'll be a few weeks of break? yupz... so i sent Mun Ee a email after our last sectional practice to split us up. It was a sort-of XYZ crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yupz....so our first sectional practice after that few weeks of break.... which was today... we finally know our seatings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XYZ&lt;br /&gt;SL: Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yepz.... Shan and I are in erhu I but Qing is in erhu II. quite sadz....i'd rather 3 of us in Erhu I or sth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, the entire XYZ is made up of people from various JCs other than Rachel and yuanyang. We spent our sectional breaktime gossiping and talking about various stuffs like sch uniform, and draw-strings and stuffs. I think we mix really well mainly because we are all girls =D We ended up talking about lightbulbs... like diaoz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111712103777691502?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111712103777691502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111712103777691502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111712103777691502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111712103777691502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/seatings-for-syco-xyz-is-out-like.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111693560950270275</id><published>2005-05-24T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:53:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Whenever mum comes back from the supermarket,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only things Brother and I were interested in were the stuffs contained in the plastic bags of groceries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mum! Did u buy my sports shoes?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll buy it for you the next time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's a hole in my shoe. It's rather embarrassing!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the grocery bags mum brought home, they contained our necessities like toothbrush, father's garments, and dinner for our family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was only until 30 years old when i finally asked,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mum, how come the grocery bags do not contain your own stuffs?" ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111693560950270275?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111693560950270275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111693560950270275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111693560950270275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111693560950270275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/whenever-mum-comes-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111677562962134331</id><published>2005-05-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:27:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went airport with kailing, yahting, huili, huiyi, huiling, emily, kegan, junhong, sam and surprisingly, tzeyi (did i miss out anyone?) to see zinnie and meixuan off to mongolia. So feng1 guang1. Whole big group of humans seeing one small group of humans off. I'm soooo jealous....i also wanna go!! too bad i've a commitment to syco. haiz....shall strive to go for one at the end of the year, be it with the school or with another organisation outside. lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The food at the airport is UBER expensive. One plate of char kway teow is about 6.95. So me and em went back to popeye for fastfood. We shared food, to save $. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While eating, i received a sms and i was astonished! it was from.....drumroll.....Tzeyi! That's quite unexpected... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zinnie cut her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Minnie cut her hair too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zinnie cut her hair on sat afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Minnie cut her hair on sat afternoon too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahaz... lame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I finished Deception Point by Dan Brown on my way home from the airport. Like finally.... i couldn't stop myself from reading a few times until i was so tired, my eyes simply had to close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaz...Senator Sexton is such a URGHz....guy. He nearly gave his daughter's life away to get the presidential post. What a father he is....curse him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Very interesting, intellectual book. And i learnt more about science and NASA and politics. The side i'll never get to see if i don't read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go see something INTERESTING at the class blog =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111677562962134331?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111677562962134331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111677562962134331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111677562962134331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111677562962134331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/went-airport-with-kailing-yahting.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111669019230708446</id><published>2005-05-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:43:12.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RJCO concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RJ is big big big....much bigger than HCI college section... big until u won't even know someone is still inside when the school is locked... big until you need more than one uncle chong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway yes...their performing arts theatre has cushion-ed, more-than-comfortable seats suitable for sleeping, an air-conditioner enough to freeze someone, and lastly, worth commending, is the huge amount of space available for people to walk through between the rows of seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, i don't think the surround system is good. RJCO is good, but the surround system prevents it from expressing their usual standard. The sound seems muffled, and much softer though their manpower isn't as small. sheesh...can't architects spend more effort on concert theatres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Out of 11 songs, i've heard 8 songs before. Either during syf, because i have the mp3 or i've watched their performance...Taiwan zhuixiang simply rockz...yes....rockz more than chang hen mian mian. Ben Ang's solo was quite good, just that i still dunno why he stuck his hand into his pocket in the midst of the performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next concert coming up. TJCO's concert. but i'm not watching it... i'm officially broke. my weekly expenditure is increasing and this is definitely not a positive sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After TJCO, is SYCO's concert. yea... i can't wait for that concert because i'm sure, the songs we are playing are much much nicer. The intensive rehearsals...can't wait for them!! yea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111669019230708446?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111669019230708446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111669019230708446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111669019230708446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111669019230708446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/rjco-concert-rj-is-big-big-big.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111616808694235270</id><published>2005-05-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:41:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;revealing of the truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's a giro form. Apparently, something went wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went Heerens with FeL and JY on sat. Each of us got an interesting pen....=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We visited HMV and i stood there listening to the Howl's moving castle soundtrack. It's EXTREMELY nice....It's very ex though....20 plus bucks. Then i went to browse other anime soundtracks. They are FREAKINGLY expensive. They cost more than half a hundred bucks, other than spirited away soundtrack which is at an offer (but i have the entire soundtrack already) That's so sad.... It means i can own non of them unless i strike lottery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mononoke Hime - 50+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gundam Seed - 50+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rurouni Kenshin - 50+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Zettai Kareshi - 50+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heartbroke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111616808694235270?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111616808694235270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111616808694235270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111616808694235270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111616808694235270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/revealing-of-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111590999922349275</id><published>2005-05-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:59:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Contemplating between comics club n interact club for official 2nd cca (not like bad recrea)... which one nehz? but at this point of time, can i still join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kept in suspense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;what's the thing that's waiting for me, kept in the drawer of Ms Yeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is it a new assignment dedicated specially to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is it some bad news presented in the form of a paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is it just a letter of information or confirmation that i've just joined brightsparks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Is is a letter of information about the NUS project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hopefully it's something good...considering that tml's fri the 13th, the day which i'll get that 'something' ... oh no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111590999922349275?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111590999922349275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111590999922349275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111590999922349275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111590999922349275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/contemplating-between-comics-club-n.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111553005635007560</id><published>2005-05-08T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:18:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last Impression - Two-Mix [Gundam Wing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If there are looks that communicate&lt;br /&gt;better than words,&lt;br /&gt;people can all live on&lt;br /&gt;freely, not losing their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overcoming our faults,&lt;br /&gt;we realise what true kindness is,&lt;br /&gt;because you and I found&lt;br /&gt;a strength called love...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe your love&lt;br /&gt;As we trembled,&lt;br /&gt;we repeated our wish in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;(You are here... and so am I...)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that intensify...&lt;br /&gt;Turning affection into a prayer&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you my heart's pounding&lt;br /&gt;So hot, so fierce...&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Strife alone&lt;br /&gt;can never achieve, for anyone or anything,&lt;br /&gt;this pure excitement I want to give&lt;br /&gt;to young hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The warmth of the sun shining through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;calmly marks the passage of time...&lt;br /&gt;This is surely what everyone wants to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe your love&lt;br /&gt;Never give up...&lt;br /&gt;Spread open your wounded wings.&lt;br /&gt;Flying up to the sky, you sketch&lt;br /&gt;a boundless dream, so far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe your dream&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile,&lt;br /&gt;even though you're overflowing with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;since someday you want to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;this irreplaceable moment...&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Overcoming our faults,&lt;br /&gt;we realise what true kindness is,&lt;br /&gt;because you and I found&lt;br /&gt;a strength called love...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe your love&lt;br /&gt;As we trembled,&lt;br /&gt;we repeated our wish in a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;(You are here... and so am I...)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that intensify...&lt;br /&gt;Turning affection into a prayer&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you my heart's pounding&lt;br /&gt;So hot, so fierce...&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pain of tears shed&lt;br /&gt;For someone held dear&lt;br /&gt;Pierces the earth, and drenches the land...&lt;br /&gt;I want to end this sorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe your love&lt;br /&gt;Never give up...&lt;br /&gt;Spread open your wounded wings.&lt;br /&gt;Flying up to the sky, you sketch&lt;br /&gt;a boundless dream, so far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe your dream&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile,&lt;br /&gt;even though you're overflowing with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;since someday you want to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;this irreplaceable moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I believe your love&lt;br /&gt;As we trembled,&lt;br /&gt;we repeated our wish in a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;(You are here... and so am I...)&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I believe your dream.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that intensify...&lt;br /&gt;Turning affection into a prayer&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you my heart's pounding&lt;br /&gt;So hot, so fierce...&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;don't think that the translation of the song is very good but i guess that's roughly the meaning... very nice song... like akatsuki no kuruma (gundam seed) and rhythm emotion and just communications (gundam wing). yupz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111553005635007560?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9626172.post-111548040600759156</id><published>2005-05-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:40:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;u love who?&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[Bluemapleleaves] says:&lt;br /&gt;ya u&lt;br /&gt;[Bluemapleleaves] says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot ahz&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;not cannot&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;is i so overwhelmed!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;minyi i love u sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much too&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;erhu says:&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is mutual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(the above is copied and pasted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111548040600759156?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111548040600759156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111548040600759156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We quarrelled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We quarrelled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enemies or friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion after so many years:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are real good friends who quarrel frequently. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps no one else understands me better than the both of you because of the many things we went through together and the things we shared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you said that. Really. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't expect anyone to know but you actually found out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hugzzz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111521934402254221?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111521934402254221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111521934402254221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111521934402254221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111521934402254221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/dedicated-to-both-of-you-we-quarrelled.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111521758538049739</id><published>2005-05-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:39:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok...i see an interesting tag on a rjco-sian's blog which i shan't mention who. "...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HC's dizi soloist has come over to RJ&lt;/span&gt;..." is the tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No further comments...is the writer hinting anything? hahaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway yupz... after syf, i went out with a group of rjco people for dinner when i'm supposed to be out celebrating with hcco ppl. Initially, it was supposed to be dinner at Lau Pa Sat with Qing Shan, but it ended up to be a dinner with a few other rjco people. Felt chao extra. What made my feelings worse was that their conductor was treating them and if i tag along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So the few of us, ben ang, khaiyu (erhemz....), weesiong(the supposedly HCCO "betrayer"), Zihan (ruowei's senior) and another rjco-rgs girl (obviously ruowei's senior), qing shan and I went toa payoh together talking crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before i went in with them, i was rather reluctant and thought of retreating with Qing Shan. I mean... hcco member tagging with rjco ppl... plus the conductor will be treating a hcco member to dinner....it's rather awkward for me. anyway, ben ang persuaded us and we went in together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Qing Shan and I thought of ways to bluff the conductor. eg. I fell into a pile of mud and my skirt's dyed brown...crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Two of their seniors were there. I dunno one's name but the other's Kang Yi or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Firstly, Zhou Jing hao said... "eh...that stranger there! just sit down..." Then Kang Yi recognised that i was from HCCO. Immediately, i felt rather awkward tagging along when it was supposed to be a celebration for rjco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So...2 "betrayers" were at the dinner. One's obviously weesiong who was at HC for 3 months and gained himself the soloist position in HCCO but went over to RJCO. but u can't force him to stay just because he's the soloist right? yupz...everyone have their own preferences. The second one's Kang Yi. hahahahaz.... He betrayed HCCO indirectly. He's in tchsco for 4 years, then he went over to rjco. He showed me his fist, indicating his love for rjc. hmmmz... hahahaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So rjco's conductor ordered all sorts of funny funny food like salt water duck, drunken chicken, blah blah blah goose and blah blah fish and all sorts of food. As we eat...he talked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He disclosed some of the hideous secrets of famous people like SCO musicians as well as reowned composers (whom i shan't mention the name). Not just this... there were many other jokes coupled to his more-than-interesting experiences. He is the self-proclaimed 25 yr old (when he's much much older..) and yes...he'll never grow old. He made me laugh and laugh throughout the entire dinner (yes Qing Shan...he IS very cute...) and in the end, i got a terrible stomachache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He wasn't the only contributor to my laughters but he's the main reason why i laughed so much. People like Ben Ang and Kang Yi are super lame too...adding oil to his jokes. and lastly, the scandals in rjco...muah hahahaz...shan't say to much, lest i get killed on friday... yepz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RJCO's quite fun lahz...though i daren't say RJ's as fun...i dunno...each CO, each school has their own fun parts i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From RJ's conductor to HC's conductor: "Today, i've treated one of your members to dinner and  i've celebrated for your CO..." wahz...pressure pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Today...i went Pulau Tekong. Nothing much other than talks and tours. The only interesting part is the visit to the IMT (i forgot what it stands for). Anyway, it's a place where NS men train their shooting skills and manipulation of the rifle using a computer system. They allowed us to try out their equipment and there were 10 stations for girls (who were less than dominant). I got 2 trys at the stations. It's so cool. It's not like those in arcades which doesn't give u a recoil force after you shoot. It actually gives u a backward force after u pulled the trigger (action = reaction). and yea...the rifle hit my shoulder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2 trys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1st try, my score and others weren't shown at all. All i know is...i've been shooting within the target board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2nd try, i got to shoot 6 bullets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Practice passed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Score: 6 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yingying got 5....=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;From today's outing... I've come to realise a serious fact. Every class has their own culture. It's not easy for someone else in another class to integrate within a short amount of time. today, i spent my time at pulau tekong and dinner with s73 ppl. I made a few nice friends. however, when the whole big group starts talking, i realised, although the content might not be something i'm not aware of, it seems weird for me to just shoot and intercept their conversation. So i guess... this is probably my first and last time i'll be with another class alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ i shall learn to be kind...~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111521758538049739?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111521758538049739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111521758538049739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111521758538049739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111521758538049739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111513587465475833</id><published>2005-05-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:57:54.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CO number 1, National Junior College Chinese Orchestra... Gold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CO number 2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hwa Chong Institution (college) Chinese Orchestra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Omigod!!! We GOT GOLD!!! with HONOURS!!! some people are simply numb to the fact that we got gold with honours but i'm extremely happy that we did it!!(well, my prev syf, snco got a bronze...it's a huge jump...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yay!!! The only college CO to get honours!! (sorry to my friends who are in other COs who might think that it sounds sarcastic...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yay yay yay!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see forced smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see faces filled with true happiness and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I see all sorts of expressions at SCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The moment the results were announced, all sorts of feelings filled the entire concert hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some...disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some...confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some...too happy and jumping with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some...couldn't be bothered with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some...very sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I shan't elaborate further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Qing Shan... cheer up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Although i'm not in your shoes...all i can say is... your CO had done a great job and i like your Mo Li Hua! Jiayou for your concert!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111513587465475833?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111513587465475833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111513587465475833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111513587465475833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111513587465475833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/co-number-1-national-junior-college.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111504338581202790</id><published>2005-05-02T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:16:25.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYF&lt;/strong&gt;'s tml...&lt;br /&gt;Shengrong's in bed while i'm still here typing at my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Can i sleep well? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;There's chem test tml... i dun feel like studying...&lt;br /&gt;can i not study? can i not do? i won't have the mood to do either... results is out at 5!!!&lt;br /&gt;I bet...even if i'm in sch...i'll be holding my hp...waiting for that msg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bluemapleleaves_88/10203351226612E38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111504338581202790?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111504338581202790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111504338581202790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111504338581202790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111504338581202790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/syfs-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111478422976914515</id><published>2005-04-29T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:31:24.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;countdown to syf... 2 more pracs... -_-"'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After pw, i rushed to the auditorium to help the others carry the instruments since mine's like.... SUPER light? plus percussion people weren't there... so, the seniors and people from other sections helped to move the percussion instrus... The timpani was SOOO heavy... i got stuck halfway trying to drag it up the stage and it kind of drained most of my energy pulling it up. When i finally harnessed whatever's left of my energy to pull that timpani up (not by myself of course... Wu Han's helping...), the timpani knocked against my leg and gave me a free gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Free gift...there's various names to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i) Or Bak Kak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ii) Or Ceh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;iii) bruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;iv) bulge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;v) contusion wound (which, when i told liyu, she gave me the -_-"' expression)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fortunately, i can still walk and jump properly. yupz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok...conclusion for today's prac... me and sharon click well... and my latest nick or whatever... = poke-mon (which came about when i started poking liyu during the prac)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My condition today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bluemapleleaves_88/ppp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111478422976914515?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111478422976914515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111478422976914515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111478422976914515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111478422976914515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/countdown-to-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111470678957895976</id><published>2005-04-29T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:46:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Something tells me i shouldn't be evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Something tells me i shouldn't possess a poison mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Something tells me i shouldn't be mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think many people know the reason i'm bringing the above up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CO's progressing at full speed. SYF's like... in a few days? scary manz... because the other groups are very strong too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So far....rumoured strong competitor's VJCO, cos their conductor's guo ling qiang and their syf orchestra is made up of experienced dunman players. PLUS....they are using the syf song they played during their secondary syf... smart move lehz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 of the erhu players are in syco, and they are chao good lahz...especially their sight reading... i was rather stressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Info about tjco - woodblocks and recently, they just started intensive-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;njco - came SCH to prac today. Their band...BAND???? came too...OOPs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rjco - many strong people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SYCO 2005 concert truly rockZ manz... The songs are much nicer than last year's one (maybe not all...) The main point is... The combined piece with SCO is the NICEST! It's VERY cool.... everyone single one of us fell in love with it after we first tried it (sight reading or perhaps some prac-ed already). We managed to finish the entire song in one go (of cos it's still NOT nice but at least the melody's there...). It's really VERY nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Three songs for SYCO concert 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Shadier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- North South East West Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Sky Net ( Tian Wang ) -&gt;COOLEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm preparing myself for intensive practice for the SYCO concert after SYF... because Tian Wang is sooooo nice........ i'm going crazy.... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For today's practice, all JC members came late. All of us arrived at 7.30+ because of syf practices in school. hahaz... it's so funny seeing people from different JCs entering at different times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111470678957895976?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111470678957895976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111470678957895976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111470678957895976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111470678957895976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-tells-me-i-shouldnt-be-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111433471828038646</id><published>2005-04-24T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:28:11.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SNCO &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCCO nehz? aiming for gold with honours... wahz... stress stress...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what i'm really afraid is that some members will get stage fright during the competition. We didn't go SCH once to like... experience the atmosphere though i know that most members have performed there before, and not once. Still, it's quite common to get stage fright and this competition is not like other performances which we can flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, most COs are aiming for gold with honours. i mean, who isn't? RJCO, TJCO, AJCO... all aiming for gold with honours and they are working hard towards their goal. Their practices are chao intensive (though i won't say ours aren't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stopping for one month, i was back to syco for practices. The xianyue section alone consists of people from various JCs... tjco, vjco, hcco, rjco, nyco and ajco. Competitive...and very scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i've given up already. i'm happy i achieved my aim. =D ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111433471828038646?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111433471828038646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111433471828038646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111433471828038646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111433471828038646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/snco-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111417417844153927</id><published>2005-04-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T20:49:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SNCO got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GOLD!&lt;/span&gt; fulfilling all graduated seniors' dreams. Juniors, you didn't let us down! Congratulations! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was like...i was like going for lessons, then i saw chen nee at the central plaza and she shouted, " &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gold! gold&lt;/span&gt;!" and i heard it as "Go! Go!" I was like..."huh???" Then she said, "snco got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;!" i was like..."omigod!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then during CO prac, zhanglaoshi sms-ed me in the midst of prac, "snco got &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;". hahaz... communication system not bad ehz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111417417844153927?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111417417844153927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111417417844153927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111417417844153927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111417417844153927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/snco-got-gold-fulfilling-all-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111392460304847347</id><published>2005-04-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:32:38.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because dear pinky requested, so i decided to blog after a period of "resting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SPARKS performance was FLOPPED. It's like... the most flopped out of all rehearsals. Anyway, i don't care. CO was criticised by some scholar who came over and said, "if your suona's gonna be of that volume, and your standard's like that, i doubt you are even getting a gold." true lahz...&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help but felt infuriated. Who likes to be criticised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, SPARKS is rather fun. I met shiying and pohxuan there!! miss them... hugged them the moment i saw them...i was hoping to see some truth scholars there but apparently, i didn't have the fortunte to meet them. Yepz...saw a few hwa chong scholars and recognised one of them because he was one of the main debaters for the crossfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to play chapteh (basic until cannot basic) during the rehearsals. Now i realised how fun it is and how annoying the hc skirt is. I bet i'll deprove a lot after the rehearsals (in the first place i can't kick very well, yupz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foodcourt in s'pore poly is soooo diff to find. But the food there is cheap (not cheaper than hc canteen food but cheaper than external foodcourt) and nicer than the sch canteen's. I grabbed the chance to enjoy both cheap and nice food by ordering....jap food. Anyway, it's disgusting to find ants (probably boiled to death) in a half-boiled egg. Now i wonder, how did they get inside without the auntie knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SYF's coming... I'm not feeling the tension, the stress, the apprehension, and this is bad, because i won't motivate myself to improve!! oh no... i must motivate myself... and practices are increasing in number and hours. my poor sats are gone....and i've to pon more and more external co practices to ensure enough time for erhemz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Latest event... I just decided to help my teacher with some NUS music project. It seems quite fun, for instrus from the east and west to come together as a whole to perform a music piece. Reminded me of megaconcert, and yea...hope this will be a good experience. and yea...it includes recording of performance. I'm stressed now, but i still think it's quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lastly, i hope i don't need to repeat my entire napfa test because of one stupid event. i hope it'll be the 2nd last napfa test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pinky, i updated. so i'm not a lazy toad anymore, u mugger toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111392460304847347?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111392460304847347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111392460304847347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111392460304847347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111392460304847347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/because-dear-pinky-requested-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111331274178409984</id><published>2005-04-12T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:32:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~can i really give up? i'm having second thoughts at the moment. i'm hesitating. someone, convince me to give up. serious. can i really achieve my aim to give up?~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111331274178409984?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111331274178409984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111331274178409984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111331274178409984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111331274178409984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/can-i-really-give-up-im-having-second.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111312629398098561</id><published>2005-04-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:44:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i went on a blog linking spree today and ended up reading many blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;saw very interesting comments or rather, content in the few recent entries. the only one that will really cause an effect is probably, " I HATE HCI ". hahaz... no offence though (to author =D). i mean... must accept criticisms mahz. since there are people who love HCI, surely there's some who dislike it due to some reasons (which i agree to). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well, hahaz... i don't like RJ too due to some reasons (which i think the author might agree to). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anyway, to the author, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE HCI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! dun care wad you say! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe someday i might change my mind but that's in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i'll give up. trust me. i'll achieve my aim.~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/bluemapleleaves_88/sgb-ep39_ginji004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111312629398098561?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111312629398098561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111312629398098561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111312629398098561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111312629398098561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-went-on-blog-linking-spree-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111279961576373893</id><published>2005-04-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T23:00:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~ i dread the future. serious. i think i'm cursed. it's not the first year, not the second year, neither is it the third year or the fourth year. It's the fifth year and yet i'm still facing the same thing despite a change in environment. perhaps it wasn't for me. perhaps what's suits me is still awaiting my arrival. should i let go? and search for it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111279961576373893?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111279961576373893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111279961576373893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111279961576373893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111279961576373893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dread-future.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111262633647158475</id><published>2005-04-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:52:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- CPU wonderfully &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on thurs, to be precise, just when i was replying some email. The whole monitor went blank and i couldn't do anything but wait for my bro to come home and fix it. Now... it's fixed! but the speakers are not working. so i can't listen to any music currently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- mon, wed, fri -&gt; CO prac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- all the uniform problems are making me irritated and stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- kenna the flu bug...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- suffered from severe headaches, coughs, non-stop sneezing, phlegm as well as runny nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- can i run tml?? i hope i can survive the 2 rounds tml and i pray that napfa is not tml so that i can regain a bit of stamina during this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- plspls...let me recover from the flu bug... It's idiotic...causing me so much discomfort and depriving me of all the spicy food i like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- syf's approaching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- SL, please don't force me into gaohu. I don't like gaohu. Just get any other J1 available to accompany bobbert. There's people like benfei around you know... he's like so pro lahz... he played zhonghu before, which is almost equivalent to gaohu in terms of fingerings so that makes no difference from me playing gaohu before you know... yepz... since he pon so many pracs, &lt;strong&gt;punish him! push him into gaohu! YEA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- xianyue outing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- what day izzit ahz? izzit wed or fri? if it's friday, pls dun dismiss the others early for the outing cos i've bio make-up prac horz... yes...thank you... outing outing... i'm terribly broke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ i've used too much singlish. It's time i revert back to using perfect english ( or near perfect )even when typing on my personal blog. My english's deteriorating drastically!! ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111262633647158475?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111262633647158475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111262633647158475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111262633647158475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111262633647158475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/04/cpu-wonderfully-broke-down-on-thurs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111210776133848201</id><published>2005-03-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:49:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlights of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- newcomer joined us for the first 2 periods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- we didn't have pw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- played double whacko and obviously, it became easier to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- tennis people didn't have their module and we ended up running one round only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- during first break, found out that newcomer has the same bdae as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- during the 2nd break, zinnie and i went to join the 2nd intakers for mass dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- physics lect, munched on a snickers bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- after school, mass dance, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;arghz... i want to celebrate my bdae, alone!!! i've been celebrating with....urghz....for 16 years~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;people with the same bdae as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-my own biological bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-newcomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-yuanping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-some CO guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~ What's loneliness? One will never understand the true feelings of being lonely and neglected unless he/she experienced it. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111210776133848201?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111210776133848201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111210776133848201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111210776133848201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111210776133848201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/03/highlights-of-day-newcomer-joined-us.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111201945501394143</id><published>2005-03-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:17:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~ Some things are best left unsaid. Sometimes, consolations may just make someone feel worse. Simply, just stay silent and stay by his/her side. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111201945501394143?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111201945501394143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111201945501394143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111201945501394143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111201945501394143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-things-are-best-left-unsaid.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111193303911255284</id><published>2005-03-27T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:12:59.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday, went out for dinner with yimin's family at changi again. For the 2nd time, we got cheated! something tells us not to go there again though they have big televisions. before dinner, we went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the treetop walk at macritchie, and yesterday, we went to the kelong walk at changi. The water stinks... At the kelong walk, little children attempting to tie the little crabs up, men fishing, people walking, all sorts of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spotted a weird navy ship while strolling. It was extremely old. it was carrying two even older helicopters (those probably going to be sent for scrapping). Singapore ship? doesn't look like... malaysian ship? how can it be? it's a singapore-owned strait. so what ship izzit? ghost ship??? we spotted a flag...it looks like m'sia's flag but it was lowered soon after and a few other coloured flags were raised... sheesh... we still couldn't make out which country this ship belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today, I went CO prac. met xinyu there and i screamed, "block test!! what are u doing here??" Apparently, all teachers are overseas because of the europe concert so no teachers were there to teach us or guide us. So we prac-ed by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;first, i started off with binmayong ( ajc's supposed concert piece). so sianz... heard the others practising chenjun's sai ma. sianz... so i prac-ed a bit of yangguang. then fukang came over and we talked about syf and erhu. he taught me fingerings for da mo, and we ended up playing zhan ma together. shiok lehz...because he was going at a speed greater than 160 and i did have a lot of trouble catching up with him. madman... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hmmz... should come up with a compilation of my manga collection... then i'll know how much money i've wasted (?) on them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; Life's beautiful yet it sucks too. Adolescence's fun yet stressing too. Adulthood means freedom yet it has its own set of troubles and responsibilities. Everything has its pros and cons. Just look on the bright side. &lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111193303911255284?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111193303911255284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111193303911255284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111193303911255284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111193303911255284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-went-out-for-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111176860641568516</id><published>2005-03-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:59:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;went FeL's house for sleepover+movie marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Movie Marathon:&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;Xiang zuo zou xiang you zou (was sleeping soundly)&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure had a lot of fun. Some of us were working on Karin's campaign team's souvenirs. Productivity: approx 1 per ten mins. It increased gradually. Then we danced the mass dances + fac dance in the room. Then we watched "mean girls". They were real mean! Even more mean than meanie me.&lt;br /&gt;we slept at around 3 sth. jiaying and I slept on the floor. We were freezing throughout the night and i didn't really slept well. So during daylight, i was waiting...for the sofa people to wake up such that i can chase them away and sleep there. That's what happened and i missed almost the entire xiang zuo zou.&lt;br /&gt;yepz...perhaps we should have another movie marathon some time though i don't think my parents allow me to sleep over at someone's house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;~ To have a positive mind about everything is not easy. To bear with the oblivion is not easy. To be oblivious to something is not easy. To understand others is not easy. To be understood is not easy. To hide feelings is not easy. To tell others about one's feelings is not easy. To remain silent is not easy. To express views yet not offending anyone is not easy. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kawaii...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/asato18/4_20046101694010166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;panda dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/asato18/i60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;mononoke hime's yakkuru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111176860641568516?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111176860641568516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111176860641568516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111176860641568516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111176860641568516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-fels-house-for-sleepovermovie.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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-9626172.post-111141076713246090</id><published>2005-03-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:12:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Joe Hisaishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; truly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rockz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! He may not be the best composer in the hearts of others, but he's the best in mine!! so far, the background music on my blog are pieces by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he composed all soundtracks of mononoke hime, spirited away and yupz! howl's moving castle. His songs are quite moving/touching to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i love him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9626172-111141076713246090?l=bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/feeds/111141076713246090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9626172&amp;postID=111141076713246090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111141076713246090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9626172/posts/default/111141076713246090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemapleleaves.blogspot.com/2005/03/joe-hisaishi-truly-rockz-he-may-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>blueleaves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449843826212037525</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>
