<?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-20530492</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:24.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-115255361585076477</id><published>2006-07-10T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:46:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/1600/Coldplay%20049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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Sometimes I wish they are similar to me. Then they will understand me more. But then again, if they possess similar characteristics as me, they'd probably won't be my closer friends, cos I won't be able to tolerate them. Hmmm. Complicated hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I've got friends who understand me. Just a little bit more. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114268822737606329?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114268822737606329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114268822737606329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114268822737606329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114268822737606329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-realised-that-my-closer-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114252672938097488</id><published>2006-03-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:32:09.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the ritz to the rubble</title><content type='html'>I feel old. I hope university will make me feel younger. Haah. Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a trenchcoat. It's soooo cool. Only 50 bucks. Folks let's make our trip to TW and HK soon so I get to wear it alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, crash is a brilliant film. It's so good I wanna rent it again. And ryan phillipe is so charming. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114252672938097488?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114252672938097488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114252672938097488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114252672938097488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114252672938097488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-ritz-to-rubble.html' title='from the ritz to the rubble'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114217942171746358</id><published>2006-03-12T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:03:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna stock up my wardrobe with veeko apparels. They are darn cheap but they look expensive. Haah. I'm gonna change my outward appearance for good. Yeah. When I have the time that is! Get ready to see a totally tranformed lemon faith cheng hong ! Haha. Extreme makeover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114217942171746358?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114217942171746358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114217942171746358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114217942171746358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114217942171746358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-gonna-stock-up-my-wardrobe-with.html' title=''/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114200097563700564</id><published>2006-03-10T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:29:35.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moohoo</title><content type='html'>"Wow, there are two sammi cheng cds in the shop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you can play english songs, cannot play any chinese cd that is not sammi cheng."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fainted. With joy! Wahahahaha. What the heck? That's like .... oh my goooooooooodness. It's a dream come true. Seriously, you never get sick of something you love, I listened to Sammi since I was primary 5, and yet I still adore her. Yes yes, I'll bring my own CDs there tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114200097563700564?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114200097563700564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114200097563700564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114200097563700564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114200097563700564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/moohoo.html' title='moohoo'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114174401693773578</id><published>2006-03-07T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:25:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living proof</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Razhu, I've got 2 Jap VCDs on top of the 5 movie vcds I've rented today, to entertain me before I officially start work at Vko in 48 hours time. Waaaha. I wish good movies don't contain so much of sex scenes and vulgarities. Then I can watch them in my living room without having my parents and siblings peeping at the plasma! Waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/320/DSC03170.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence proving daniel slacking. Lit ponners invasion of his record store. Wonderful backdrop- Vinyl records!&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/22/499/320/DSC03140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh. Neoprint I took with Gracey last week. My hair looks red. :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/320/DSC03168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114174401693773578?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114174401693773578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114174401693773578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114174401693773578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114174401693773578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/living-proof.html' title='living proof'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114174362855038518</id><published>2006-03-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:08:15.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest</title><content type='html'>I thought my 4-year-old student's name was Caian, till I saw his name written on the frontpage of his kiddy book, which says 'Caius'. -_-. Eh, it's one of the characters in Julius Caesar text right. Haah. Anyway, I taught him how to draw a boy, a girl and a cat last lesson. I asked him to write his name beside the boy, he said he don't know how to spell his name. So I wrote it for him. He asked me to write my name down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have told you that his mother is a very hostile one. I found her really sucky even before I started teaching her son because she didn't allow me to bring forward the first lesson by one hour. Hence, I didn't have a good impression of her, and perhaps, vice versa. She would message me without even addressing me. Just now, she dropped me a sms to inform me that Caius would be overseas for 2 weeks. She addressed me by my name. I felt appreciated by her, like never before. Never knew that my name had the power to make me sense a whole lot more respect and warmth. I feel delighted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Caius is very very very adorable! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114174362855038518?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114174362855038518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114174362855038518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114174362855038518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114174362855038518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/greatest.html' title='the greatest'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114162473286396125</id><published>2006-03-05T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:01:47.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the deep</title><content type='html'>Life as a tutor is indeed very tardy. I feel sluggish. There was no lesson with the SSO cellist this morning, he said he has a rehearsal, I think it should be rehearsal for the Lorin Mazaal concert. Can't attend that concert with dan because I don't know if my new shop manager is nice enough to grant me an off day for the concert. Oh wellssss. I really miss the peeps at gramo. The lameness and crappiness, not to mention the niceness of my gay manager. Cai accompanied me back to look for him yesterday, but he wasn't there. ayyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehgum, gloria, rach, cai and I went for the career fair. Met amandoel. Yeah. Amanda, please don't go dance in nafa because local arts institutions are really, sadly, not that good. That's why I've stopped attending nafa. You learn stuff, but not THAT much stuff. Yeah. One day I'll pursue my dreams overseas. One day. Urgh. Oh wells then we enquired about courses at NTU, I'm fascinated by the modules in the Chinese division. HK and Taiwan literature, China economy and culture, history of southeast asian and asian Chinese, Classic novels etc. Maybe none of my friends will ever comprehend, but these topics really do entice me. Okay mock me, go ahead and say that I'm ching chong, cheena, blaaaablaaablaaa. Sometimes, I find it sad that Singaporeans are proud that they can't speak English. I think these Singaporeans are the stupidest assbrains. Erm, this is not any sort of personal attack whatsoever, I'm saying that if you are a Chinese who don't feel ashamed that you can't speak Chinese, you're a dumbass. Well if you do feel ashamed that you're not able to speak well, I've got nothing against you at all. If you hadn't realise, many indians, americans and europeans are taking up chinese lessons. Don't you agree that Sg Chinese who can't speak Chinese and are proud of their inability, are retarded? I seriously don't know what's wrong with these fools. Pardon me for such aggressive sentiments, but westerners will mock us. Not like singaporeans can speak good english &lt;em&gt;lah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay basically I'm interested in Chinese stuff. My Chinese tutee told me a little about China's 5000 years of history, it's really cool, compared to singapore which has only a miserable 40 years of eh, nation-building. Ay. Whatever it is, I'm confused. Don't know where to head to. Ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams to fulfil. But I don't think I can fulfil any time soon. My parents are retiring, but elder brother who has autism adds to another economically inactive mouth to feed. My younger brother would be schooling, still, even after I complete university and step into the society to work. Hence, I'll be the only working adult at home. My parents are rich, but I'm not. I'm not that useless to live off my parents' wealth and boast about their fortune. I'll have to bear the burden of ensuring that my family leads a good life. I'll have to be much wealthier before I can talk about dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I just splurged on 3 CDs. Damnable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114162473286396125?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114162473286396125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114162473286396125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114162473286396125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114162473286396125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-deep.html' title='in the deep'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114148447954229670</id><published>2006-03-04T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:01:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be be your love</title><content type='html'>I wanna buy tons of  CD at gramophone, but I don't want to splurge before I officially start working full time at veeko. The pay's too attractive to reject, but it's actually those pretty sammi cheng posters in the shop which keeps me elated. :) Ay. But it would be clothes, clothes and more clothes, again. Hope sammi will keep not so dreadful of the job. Okay, please do not laugh at my stupidity alright. I'm a crazy fanatic so forgive me. Yes yes, going back to purchasing of CDs...... well maybe I really shouldn't splurge with my parents money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to write Chinese again. Yes yes, I like to write about life, people and music. Please buy my book if I ever publish it alright. I'll autograph for you I promise. Hahahaha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114148447954229670?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114148447954229670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114148447954229670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114148447954229670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114148447954229670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-be-your-love.html' title='be be your love'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114136779923898972</id><published>2006-03-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:36:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feral</title><content type='html'>I'm greedy. I desire many things in life. But we can never get everything we want in life. Basically, I've thought it through. For now, all I want is money. I will be the richest teen alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll buy everything at gramophone. Muahahaha. I'm insanely ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, after going out to the society to work, ash and I both come to realise that results do not matter THAT much. If you have a brain, or perhaps an ability to lead and present yourself well, you can survive in this world even though you don't have AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAs on your bloody cert. Like what my beloved manager said, the ultimate goal in life is to be happy, and if you have a dream, fulfil it. Some people take a while to fulfil their dreams and wishes, while others take longer. I may sound offensive but seriously, if you think that grades are everything, you're childish. You might feel despair because you didn't reap what you've sown. Momentary disappointment is understandable, but you can decide whether this feeling will last forever and affect your life. Whatever it is, I believe that you're definitely more capable than what the grades on your cert reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends of mine have gotten into the uni by faith. If you pray hard for it, God will reserve a place for you. Really. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114136779923898972?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114136779923898972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114136779923898972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114136779923898972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114136779923898972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/feral.html' title='feral'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114131689371649717</id><published>2006-03-02T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:28:13.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worms</title><content type='html'>I've got a new set of rules for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Minimise all forms of slacking.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's alright to be a couch potato, so long as I learn something new after the programme.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; at all occasions. No street fashion.&lt;br /&gt;4. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep hair red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114131689371649717?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114131689371649717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114131689371649717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114131689371649717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114131689371649717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/03/worms.html' title='worms'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114114167207931863</id><published>2006-02-28T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:47:52.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>station approach</title><content type='html'>I rented 3 movies on impulse. Hah. I usually rent 3 at one shot. 'All That Jazz' is still ringing in my head. So I do like to slack, be a couch potato and chatting online with friends. It's a loser act, in my opinion. I despise people who boast about their parents wealth, because the fact is that he is poor. He who got a job with the help of his parents, are almost useless on his own. I'm blunt, but don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think so? I want to make it on my own, of course, with God that is, I will use my own money to buy myself a vehicle, an accomodation, and my CDS!!!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114114167207931863?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114114167207931863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114114167207931863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114114167207931863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114114167207931863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/station-approach.html' title='station approach'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114088446222449245</id><published>2006-02-25T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:21:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn me down</title><content type='html'>I went for tuition with this k1 kid today. It wasn't that bad, though the mother sounded fishing hostile on the phone. The kid is darn cute. His name is Caian. So niceeee. I'll name my sons Canaan and Zachariah, that's if I ever change my mind and decide to get married in erm like gazillion decades time. Baaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. This means that I lied to my manager to get away from work. Which makes me darn guilty. Last night I msged him to inform him that I'll have to report late for work. He said [ Can... but don't make it a habit can? ] I thought I sensed some grudge in his reply, so I expected him to be angry with me today when I report for work. As I headed to the storeroom, I saw him standing outside the store, beside the player. Then he saw me and greeted me with that usual cheeky look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mei nu ............ ..   .. (that's how he address all his female staff) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at him and felt a lil paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chi fan le mei you? Hai mei you chi kuai dian qu chi. I'm okay one lo. Du zi er jiu qu chi lor....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and said I'm not hungry yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That totally crushed me la. I really dare not open my mouth to tell him that I want to resign. He's friggin nice that I hate him. URGHHH. Asshole. I thought it'll be rude if I'd just submit my resignation letter to him without informing him. Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I can't break the news to him. The shop is shorthanded you see, nobody can read chinese words, and he doesn't like to train newcomers. And I'm his official lunch buyer. He'll be off for reservist in 2 weeks time. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart seems to be softer than cotton wool. URGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114088446222449245?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114088446222449245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114088446222449245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114088446222449245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114088446222449245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/worn-me-down.html' title='worn me down'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114080386702284413</id><published>2006-02-24T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:57:49.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funeral for dream</title><content type='html'>I don't like to log on to msn. End up wasting my life talking shit with folks. It's a good outlet to do some catching up, bitching and grumbling with/to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a very important decision in my life today. I feel happy and sad. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have interesting students. I loathe superhyperactivemonkee tutees. So far so good. I dislike those ultrapickysuckykiamsiap parents too. Oh well. I do like my kids. As in, current students. They are my new kiddo pals! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna get Monty Python from barnes and nobles. Anyone wants to share the cost with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke but I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind.&lt;br /&gt;I lost but I'm hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold the last Jagged Little Pill Acoustic album today! :) If only Pau lets us play whatever we like everytime, I'll make sure Sammi sells! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114080386702284413?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114080386702284413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114080386702284413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114080386702284413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114080386702284413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/funeral-for-dream.html' title='funeral for dream'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114050275229358865</id><published>2006-02-20T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:19:12.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy meal</title><content type='html'>People change, we gotta accept the truth positively. Miao told me that some time ago. Well sometimes I can't help but feel that some of my good friends change. Can't help but think that they have found better friends, can't help but feel that they don't want to listen to you that much already, because they've found better company, or perhaps a romance. They'd rather find time being with someone new and interesting, than renew the love and joy for the pal. They'd rather try to learn more about someone special, than recalling what they've neglected with regards to the familiar friend. They'd remember about the seasoned friendship, but not what's going on in the life of the friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114050275229358865?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114050275229358865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114050275229358865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114050275229358865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114050275229358865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-meal.html' title='happy meal'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-114019307619529526</id><published>2006-02-17T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:17:56.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she loves you</title><content type='html'>Only 2 miserable, presentable photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 At my rooftop garden&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/1600/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/320/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kren, Prisky, Hehz, Dilys, Rach, Glorphen, Mehgum,Me, Cai, Evanss, Amatan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/1600/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/320/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        We look stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114019307619529526?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114019307619529526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114019307619529526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114019307619529526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114019307619529526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/she-loves-you.html' title='she loves you'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-114010763087771189</id><published>2006-02-16T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:33:50.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my funny valentine</title><content type='html'>Though he denied his sadness, I could tell that he was a little unhappy cos sales was bad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said was really inspiring. He asked me to define life. I shook my head, and he went on telling me how people want so much, but not attain what they desire although others think they have all that they need. Complex huh. He was a 6 pointer, a 4 A student, and music diploma(S) holder. He didnt opt for university. All he wanted was happiness. He wants to enjoy life and he doesn't believe that qualifications can make him a more contented and satisfied person. He is a very wise guy. As you can see, I do admire him. Alot. :) I could sense some sadness in his words. But he made so much sense. Maybe he is hoping for more that he just simply can't find. Life is complicated. I hope he is genuinely happy. Then I will be gay too. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna splurge on CDs!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-114010763087771189?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/114010763087771189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=114010763087771189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114010763087771189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/114010763087771189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='my funny valentine'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113999307760708256</id><published>2006-02-15T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:44:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons of love</title><content type='html'>You cannot choose who to fall in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113999307760708256?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113999307760708256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113999307760708256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113999307760708256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113999307760708256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/seasons-of-love.html' title='seasons of love'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113999268043671035</id><published>2006-02-15T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:38:00.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>any dream will do</title><content type='html'>I really wanna watch Brokeback Mount. Damn the age restriction. I'm into gays now, and it is so wrong. Hahahaha. I told my student that if he is not gonna pay attention to me during my lesson, I shall quit and he'll end up with no tutor. He went all teary and nearly burst into tears. I feel mean but he is the only kid that gets on my nerves during tuition. So we made a deal in the end, I say if he doesn't get 80-85 marks for his chinese test this term, I shall quit teaching him. I realised that though the pay and location might be friggin good, if the student is friggin hard to teach, it is seriously not worthy of my effort. Oh wellssss. Days are passing so quickly, don't you think so? It's already mid-week, and thursday tomorrow. It'll be another gay gramo day ahead! :):) Soon it'll be a gay weekend again. Good times zzzzzooms pass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to enjoy reading novels. Yes yes, something is seriously wrong with me. I'm into fashion too! I really have gone mad. Muahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113999268043671035?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113999268043671035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113999268043671035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113999268043671035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113999268043671035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/any-dream-will-do.html' title='any dream will do'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113985412253062781</id><published>2006-02-13T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T00:24:02.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey street</title><content type='html'>I have insomnia since last week. Haven't been sleeping well. I think about alot of stuff, and I can't seem to reduce the amount of stuff that I think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentines' day today. I have never celebrated this occasion. Haah well I ever celebrate this day with pals. And hours ago with A21 girls. But never with a lover. I still think about special people who came and left. I do like to feel special in the eyes of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he said he was really bored at work, and he started carving my name on an eraser. He even made a box out of styrofoam to place the eraser in. The box resembled an oven, and his masterpiece turned out very presentable. It was the sweetest gift I've ever received. He didn't mind waking up earlier for work so he can accompany to school, he didnt want to go home, but to his sister's flat, because it was near my place, which means he can send me home. And he will follow me home. All the way home. And we'll end up sitting at the bus stop, chatting all the way. He will bug me to take photo, though I would reject him because I don't look as good as him in photos. I taught him how to read notes, while he coached me on the drums. Well, many good memories I have to admit. But I truly believe that nothing lasts forever. I'm not sad, really. I'm pretty happy now, with special people there to touch me with the sweetest words and gestures. Telling me how capable I can be, if I am willing to try. To try all ways to make me smile after a bad day. To care to ask about my busy life. To give me the best that he can offer to me so many times. I'm happy enough. :) And I hope this feeling will last... for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines' Day to my lovely friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113985412253062781?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113985412253062781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113985412253062781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113985412253062781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113985412253062781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/grey-street.html' title='grey street'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113985193117643891</id><published>2006-02-13T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:32:11.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you going</title><content type='html'>Fun schitt today. Could die laughing at each other. Yes yes, the spastic gang of 04A21. The lovely goosessssss! :) Love the soccer session with rac, dilys cai and mehgum. We could die screaming. Mehgum's ass keep hitting mine. Haah. I'm talking about table soccer in my garden by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is special in their own way. And funny. We have so much to catch up on. I miss all of them. Feeling high now haah. Hope pris pris joins me at gramo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love girls of A21!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113985193117643891?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113985193117643891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113985193117643891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113985193117643891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113985193117643891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-are-you-going.html' title='where are you going'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113958946500033269</id><published>2006-02-10T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:37:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know him so well</title><content type='html'>I was called back to gramo to work, cos kim and ily had to collect their results, and dearest Pau was on leave. There were only 3 people working today, and business was quite good. Very busy. Very happy. But I really should quit and focus on more important things, i.e. my music education and students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday!!! :D She replied my sms! :) I sound like a lesbian right. Hah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. I feel old. I'm an adult now. Bad things that happen to me makes me a stronger person. I'm glad that I get to learn something new each day. I wanna grow in wisdom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113958946500033269?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113958946500033269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113958946500033269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113958946500033269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113958946500033269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-him-so-well.html' title='i know him so well'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113924166657788436</id><published>2006-02-06T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:10:29.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl in ipanema</title><content type='html'>While I try (so hard) to recover from the number of shockss I've got since the start of this year, I think I may never recover from them. Because they really scare me. Reality bites. I don't know what I'll encounter next, life is so unpredictable, that it gets freaky. Stop giving me shocks. Give me surprises which can melt my shockadelic heart. Can you give me that? Hmm. I guess only some can :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113924166657788436?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113924166657788436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113924166657788436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113924166657788436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113924166657788436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/girl-in-ipanema.html' title='girl in ipanema'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113921786784566703</id><published>2006-02-06T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:27:59.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>This customer left a tin of begawan solo butter cookies in our shop on sat night and called up to ask if it was still around, silly kim told her that it was still in our shop. Yes yes it was in our shop but we opened it up to eat, so poor Pau had to go get a new tin to compensate. Haha. We really shouldn't kope our customers' belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my musical dvds, yes yes that andrew lloyd webber collection, and beatles boxset! I hope nobody buys them from my outlet. Anyway, I really should start ordering stuff from amazon, like what my colleagues are doing. There are so many stuff I want ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was a lesbian, so he said, "Oh really, so we're on the same frequency!" I could see the joy in his eyes, hahaha. And he said he could tell that I was one. -_- . .. . . Oh crap. Then kim and I continued bluffing him, he believed us. Haah. And all through the night at work, they (kim and him) were talking about guys. I nearly died listening to all the schitt. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. We knocked off and I accompanied Pau to buy his supper on this rainy night. :) Talked about alof of stuff while waiting for the bus. He advised me to study first, work later, though he chose the opposite after his As. I can't seem to make up my mind. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tendency to quit my jobs, I've realised. But I love my colleagues now! The sucky one has transferred to other outlet, there's a new guy who's kinda weird but has great taste in music, other than that, the rest are perfectly insane and &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. I don't bitch as much as the two bimbs (kim and him), and I don't talk about my boyfriend, unlike (kim and him), but we're all crazy and we love to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gramo folks :):):):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113921786784566703?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113921786784566703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113921786784566703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113921786784566703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113921786784566703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweetest-thing.html' title='the sweetest thing'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113898198387457608</id><published>2006-02-03T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:53:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about something happy. But I've changed my mind. I'm here to tell you about a scrawny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the scrawny kid walked home from heartland mall to hougang point, because he claimed that he couldn't locate a public phone, so he couldn't dial up and ask his parents which bus can take him home. And so he walked. And walked. And walked. I have no idea how long he took, but I definitely had a clear picture of the distance he walked. It was distance of two NEL MRT stations. And this scrawny kid was none other than........ my tiny brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I pity him. It's so friggin far. He has alot of money in his wallet. But maybe all he lack was brains. I don't know. I scolded him. I asked him why is he so stupid. Stupid Stupid. I was choking when I scolded him. In fact I was almost in tears. I pity this kid who doesn't open his mouth to ask for help. He's my brother and I can't help him. I feel horrid. I hope he'll change and not be ten thousand times more introvert than his elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please change him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113898198387457608?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113898198387457608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113898198387457608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113898198387457608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113898198387457608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-week.html' title='One Week'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-113869947282946609</id><published>2006-01-31T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:24:32.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>call and answer</title><content type='html'>What does a cellist do when he's playing?  He is going into depression.&lt;br /&gt;What does a cellist do when he's not playing?  Nothing, he has depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113869947282946609?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113869947282946609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113869947282946609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113869947282946609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113869947282946609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/call-and-answer.html' title='call and answer'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113860952189435350</id><published>2006-01-30T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:25:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's alright</title><content type='html'>I was tidying my room a while ago. CDs all over the place. I decided to take a shot of my sammi discs collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="379" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/22/499/320/DSC02784.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strictly speaking, I've only got 16 out of 46 sammi albums. I'll complete the collection. One day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113860952189435350?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113860952189435350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113860952189435350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113860952189435350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113860952189435350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/everythings-alright.html' title='everything&apos;s alright'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113860228296983167</id><published>2006-01-29T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:39:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing when you're winning</title><content type='html'>Cai recommended me this site, where she uploaded her band's stuff. Haah. Uploaded my version of 'sway' . Yes yes, quite screwed, practically yelling into the recorder. Try to enjoy it haa. Dont mock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/faithc"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/faithc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113860228296983167?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113860228296983167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113860228296983167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113860228296983167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113860228296983167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/sing-when-youre-winning.html' title='sing when you&apos;re winning'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113844807470527876</id><published>2006-01-28T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:36:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sway</title><content type='html'>Don't stray&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go away&lt;br /&gt;I should be much too smart for this&lt;br /&gt;You know it gets the better&lt;br /&gt;Of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;I fall into an ocean of you&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out in time&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me drown&lt;br /&gt;Let me down&lt;br /&gt;I say it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I Go&lt;br /&gt;Losing my Control&lt;br /&gt;I'm practising your name&lt;br /&gt;So I can say it&lt;br /&gt;To your face it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Seem right&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And let all the things&lt;br /&gt;You mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Come tumbling out my mouth I&lt;br /&gt;ndeed it's time&lt;br /&gt;Tell you why&lt;br /&gt;I say it's&lt;br /&gt;Infinitely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know&lt;br /&gt;All about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cure&lt;br /&gt;And no way to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Why everythings turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;Instilling so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so tired&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uninspired&lt;br /&gt;My head is battling with my heart&lt;br /&gt;My logic has been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;It all turns sour&lt;br /&gt;Come sweeten&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know&lt;br /&gt;All about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the tune. Colleague recommended to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113844807470527876?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113844807470527876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113844807470527876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844807470527876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844807470527876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/sway_28.html' title='sway'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113844765518652537</id><published>2006-01-28T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:36:41.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're still you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Its Mine And Meant To Be,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Can Go Round The World,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But It'll Come Back To Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life is too short to be sad and sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the above from his site. Yes yes. Drumsticks. Sometimes I wonder if he ever think back about it. About me. Alright I should stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113844765518652537?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113844765518652537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113844765518652537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844765518652537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844765518652537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-still-you.html' title='you&apos;re still you'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113844723593351045</id><published>2006-01-28T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:20:36.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cashier : 1 bun for ONE DOLLAR.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Others : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE DOLLAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cashier : 2 bun for TWO DOLLAR.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Others : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO DOLLAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cashier : 5 buns for FIVE DOLLAR...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Others: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIVE DOLLAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cashier : happy NEW YEAR...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Others: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what the din was about in breadtalk today, cos all buns were going at 1 dollar each. Guess they tried to be fun and innovative. Haah. It tickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- " ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113844723593351045?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113844723593351045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113844723593351045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844723593351045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113844723593351045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/home_28.html' title='home'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113837992418237079</id><published>2006-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:38:44.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dogs and butterflies</title><content type='html'>He didn't dare to tell me the truth because he thinks that I'm not open minded, and that he's afraid he'll scare me. Yes yes, he's right, I was in a total state of shock when I first heard about it, and I'm still very shocked at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows me well, I really am not open minded, and I'm fine with being like that. I can't take the truth, I think. But nothing's absolutely right or wrong in this world, I can't force him to change whatsoever. Acceptance does not mean approval. Somehow, I feel like I cannot even accept it. I think I'm such a busybody. It's none of my business. Anyway I only see him three days a week now. And thinking about it, if Elton John can marry his boyfriend, why can't anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that he told my colleague that he don't know how to tell me, and he's afraid he'll frighten me. Well, at least it matters to him. He's my first gay friend. That's damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113837992418237079?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113837992418237079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113837992418237079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113837992418237079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113837992418237079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/dogs-and-butterflies.html' title='dogs and butterflies'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113811432075248839</id><published>2006-01-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T06:52:03.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photograph</title><content type='html'>We left the ulu classroom and walked past the room. The sign on the door reads HEAD (DANCE). Huiqi read it aloud and asked us how to do a head dance. I thought it sounded funny. Hahaha. Wasted the entire afternoon in school waiting for strings class to start yet not going for it in the end. Went round loitering with wanq at bras besah. Man she does know the building friggin well. Haha. We shall busk on the 'rooftop' of bras besah, someday. Ehh went sweelee and met chan and lye! yes yes pleasant surprise. Haven't seen them in ten thousand years ever since stepping down in the guitar ensemble. Hahhhhhh. What a small small world. They are buying electric guitars for the club, which so isn't fair. Hah. S.L exploits, but cai cai can give me discount! Hah. I haven't visit her as promised, shall pay her a visit at the haunted branch next week, during my term holiday!!!! Yayyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Nafa openhouse feb 9 - 11! We're excited . Come and watch me play :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a step closer to my dream, to some extent. :) Anyway, like what Pau (my manager) said,  yes I'd rather work hard so that I can spend my own hard-earned money guiltlessly and proudly, than squander money painlessly, and undeservingly. It's a pride thing, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerioss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113811432075248839?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113811432075248839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113811432075248839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113811432075248839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113811432075248839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/photograph.html' title='photograph'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-113793996083820706</id><published>2006-01-22T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:26:00.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>polly</title><content type='html'>Razhu has pivoty hands. It's a laugh-my-ass-off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get my textbook for music appreciation. ARGH. Can't get my new year baju. ARGH. My red hair has faded, again. ARGGH. Haven't practise cello. ARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really funny day. And I like chit-chatting with my kids. The kids whom I tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make short-term plans for my life. Do you?&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should make plans- counting on God to direct us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 16:9&lt;/strong&gt;&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/20530492-113793996083820706?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113793996083820706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113793996083820706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113793996083820706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113793996083820706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/polly.html' title='polly'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113774765471736280</id><published>2006-01-20T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:04:54.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m : ni de sheng ri ji shi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned to look at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i : huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m : wo mai yi ge CD gei ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i : hmmm.............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Puzzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shen me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he picked up a cd. it reads .....&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUO MEI MEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i:                     . ......         ......... . ..   .. .......     .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;m: hAAhAAhAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i:                    ..................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113774765471736280?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113774765471736280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113774765471736280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113774765471736280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113774765471736280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/m-ni-de-sheng-ri-ji-shi-i-turned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-113774706948045994</id><published>2006-01-20T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:51:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>I'm working at a bossini which requires its sales asst. to shout "LAI AH LAI AH! MAI LIANG JIAN YOU ER SHI BA XIAN ZHE KOU AH!!!!!" I was totally aghasted when I was told to shout for customers on the first day of work. They say it's CNY, so it's for the sake of the season, for the fun of it. Ok it was quite fun, cos the rest of the malay girls were shouting in weirdest accents, and they have no idea what they were saying. I'm quitting this soon. Kinda miss gramo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some new tuition assignments. This indian parent hired me to be her child's chinese tutor. The indian kid got 80 plus for his final exam last year when he's in primary 3, he said his dad wants him to get 90 plus this year. I'm gonna make him write ten thousand zuo wen for me to mark man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss gramophone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113774706948045994?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113774706948045994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113774706948045994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113774706948045994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113774706948045994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-20530492.post-113647644931241660</id><published>2006-01-05T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T07:54:09.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fumbling towards ecstasy</title><content type='html'>fran and sucky manager loaded me with much music info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 3 cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be converting to part-time since i'm starting school soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a blog is a place to show off your achievements and 'happiness'. everything published, is only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the above is true, the blogger is laughable. egoistic. and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113647644931241660?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113647644931241660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113647644931241660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113647644931241660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113647644931241660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/fumbling-towards-ecstasy.html' title='fumbling towards ecstasy'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530492.post-113639047086740242</id><published>2006-01-04T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:03:01.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not for you</title><content type='html'>i'll give u blog add if i want you read what i blog about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20530492-113639047086740242?l=facethemusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/feeds/113639047086740242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20530492&amp;postID=113639047086740242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113639047086740242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530492/posts/default/113639047086740242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://facethemusic.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-for-you.html' title='not for you'/><author><name>no music. no life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03869744669945118776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
