<?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-5461476170710987513</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:45:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best damn girl's blogspot. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1051882740006722772</id><published>2009-05-06T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:59:52.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead and gone~</title><content type='html'>The papers so far have been quite.. (dash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I couldn't finish on time or I just random insert random sentences that do not make any sense at all together. So far the only day that I'm pleased with myself is today. Finally I managed to finish my ELP2 on time, because I'll always spend too much time answering questions that I have no time left for my summary. Surprisingly, it's easy to understand~ But I hope they won't mark us down because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amaths! I think I'm lucky. I managed to get some answers by luck, but there's a couple of questions which I did wrongly because of carelessness. But baaahhh, what's done cannot be undone, just take it that it's already on its way to London! Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yet another tough day, with history and amaths. Some people have 3 papers tomorrow, woah. What's more important is that we focus on getting the maximum marks and not think about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, have a little faith, give it a try, who knows, you might get lucky and get the correct answer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;It's Mr A's bday today!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1051882740006722772?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1051882740006722772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1051882740006722772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1051882740006722772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1051882740006722772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-and-gone.html' title='Dead and gone~'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8124365644912791535</id><published>2009-05-02T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:12:31.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID COOK! :D</title><content type='html'>When girlfriend asked me to update my blog, I told her I was too lazy but now I know what to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID COOK AND ARCHULETA IS HAVING A CONCERT IN MANILA OMGOMGOMG. :)&lt;br /&gt;and Singapore fans will get a chance to go hahaha if they buy their albums or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa when I saw this I was too shocked for words :o&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, DAVID COOK? Hehe, but I also don't know if I'll be that lucky to win the tickets, haha. But it'll be damn great if I could see him, haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I think I better go study for SS alr, even though I don't have much hope in doing well for this round of exams. BAH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is fun : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8124365644912791535?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8124365644912791535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8124365644912791535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8124365644912791535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8124365644912791535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-cook-d.html' title='DAVID COOK! :D'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5450230579635104797</id><published>2009-04-26T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:14:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's topic..</title><content type='html'>Hugh Jackman is soooooooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Sorry, just watched X-Men on chl 5 and everytime Wolverine comes up on screen I'll go ahhh because he's just so.. rah. You might think I'm crazy but isn't he charming? HAHA alright change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I say, IT PAYS TO ABSTAIN FROM PORK!&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. Actually I wanted to say it pays to be halal but it might be offensive. But anyhoo, I'm never a liker of pork even though I do eat pork, like sweet and sour pork and bak kwa. But I srsly don't like eating other sort of pork. Of course I know that everyone's entitled to their choice of food but I'm just expressing my dislike for pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my favourite meat have to be beef but there's chances of getting Mad Cow Diesease right? So yeah, no meat is safe, even vegetables are not safe, since too much fibre and too little protein can upset your diet. HAHA. Oh even chicken is not safe, with the bird flu and all. AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF OTHER SORT OF MEAT COS IT'S JUST PLAIN CRUEL. (I've heard of people eating monkey meat, like eww?) Disgusting. And by other sort I mean animals that are not as widely breed as chicken etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup. And this is my entry on meat. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And Hugh Jackman, the sexiest man of 2008 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5450230579635104797?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5450230579635104797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5450230579635104797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5450230579635104797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5450230579635104797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-topic.html' title='Today&apos;s topic..'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3880456436365739415</id><published>2009-04-26T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:00:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could tell you goodbye</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm freaking disgusting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR MY DOG IS A FUCKING GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;And there, concludes my wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No studying done, lots of slacking was involved.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God how could I ever think that I'd make it and get 8 points for O's. Who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I end my entry. (nothing happens anymore which explains why this place is so quiet. but I left you w a new blogskin to look at, and I hope you like it bec I do, and I don't usually like layouts that easily so yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3880456436365739415?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3880456436365739415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3880456436365739415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3880456436365739415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3880456436365739415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-i-could-tell-you-goodbye.html' title='I wish I could tell you goodbye'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1992965271378225833</id><published>2009-04-19T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:13:59.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am now watching the President's Command show and wowing at these talented Singaporeans. Wa I want to be like them manz, hahaha, imagine the next show with me performing my tuba on stage?! Like a dream that will never come true, hehe. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the exam schedule is out so I doubt I'll be online as often as I wish I could, since I alr promised to study harder~ Also, I'm lagging behind (I'm sure manymany sec fours are in the same situation) and it really sucks because I'm only left with two weeks to catch up AND revise my sec three work. Bah, time is never enough. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1992965271378225833?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1992965271378225833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1992965271378225833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1992965271378225833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1992965271378225833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-now-watching-presidents-command-show.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7780312136481818164</id><published>2009-04-16T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:50:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sittin' here trying t convince myself</title><content type='html'>Today is a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited over an hour at my doorstep for my mum and the house key to arrive, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats t Choir for their Gold! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7780312136481818164?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7780312136481818164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7780312136481818164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7780312136481818164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7780312136481818164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sittin-here-trying-t-convince-myself.html' title='I&apos;m sittin&apos; here trying t convince myself'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2023882112659862084</id><published>2009-04-14T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:30:37.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wth?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I miss band too much that I'm hallucinating right now, or am I really hearing Overture no. 1 playing RIGHT NOW. First I heard the trumpets, followed by the euphos, and now I STILL HEAR TRUMPETS AND EUPHO PLAYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at first I thought it's YCKSS playing now, because I heard instruments playing this afternoon when I was walking home. But I also dno, since AJC's also right across the road. ROAR, this makes me miss band so terribly much and I really miss playing my baby, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M STILL HEARING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, we have band tomorrow! Whee :)&lt;br /&gt;Omg like srsly to da max I miss band :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2023882112659862084?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2023882112659862084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2023882112659862084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2023882112659862084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2023882112659862084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/wth.html' title='Wth?'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4160900362181651806</id><published>2009-04-13T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:14:04.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's taking its toll on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;[dedication]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dedicating this entry to my girlfriend, shermaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to praise her, because I believe many have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard how a lion roar?&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Cos' that's how her laughter sounds like. (in a good way of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how passwords are cAsE-sEnSiTiVe?&lt;br /&gt;Yah, the trigger to make her laugh is also sEnSiTiVe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's these laughters that let me know that she's somewhere near me, and that she is the girlfriend that I love and cherish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, it's not very nice to see you upset like how you were today.&lt;br /&gt;So, to my dearest (lol) girlfriend, DO NOT BE UPSET ALREADY OKAY. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that's upsetting you, be sure to know that I'll always be there for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/dedication]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today was a... well quite unproductive day, because I haven't got anything done, probably because I just didn't get the groove yet, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST REALISED MYES ARE LIKE WHAT? IN TWO WEEKS?&lt;br /&gt;Holy fish of a fisherman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crap. I'd better pull up my socks now or this will be the last time you see me! Zzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:48%;" &gt;How to mend a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;By never breaking it in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4160900362181651806?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4160900362181651806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4160900362181651806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4160900362181651806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4160900362181651806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-taking-its-toll-on-me.html' title='it&apos;s taking its toll on me'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3677147821849592047</id><published>2009-04-12T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:08:46.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>家.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about this but Serene was one step quicker than me so I shall just quote from her, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;idk if you guys have seen the think family ad alrdy or not. but i like it v v v v much. I’m damn touched by the ad man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I hope one day, you will find a life partner as beautifully imperfect as your father was”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and the most touching line was like&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“but near the end of his life, his snorings tell me that my David is still alive”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;T.T&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“in the end, it’s these little things that you’ll rmb.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-extracted from blooodysunday@wordpress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for those who know me v well should know that I don't cry that easily. (err by that I mean by watching tv or anything of that sort) So when this ad came up I almost teared, haha. This shows how touching it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this line also, "It's these imperfections that made David the perfect man" or something like that. It's meaningful, haha. Just like how all of us have imperfections here and there, but there's always someone who can see the perfection in you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what I wanted to blog, and then I passed by Serene's blog and saw that she blogged about the same thing too, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really productive bec I completed many Amaths assignments. :) Ty sally for your apple pie treat ! HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe~ Btw everyone gogo see QONL Shiyun's blog~ HAHA SO TOUCHING OKAY. And thanks to her and girlfriend, I GOT PUNKED TODAY AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW. Very genius right? Tyty. Now I know I'm not as smart as I thought I was manz! I even wanted to go to Kbox to find them y'know! Gosh~ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I borrowed a book called The Nicholas Effect. Not you Nic, haha. It's about this boy who was shot in the head while on a vaction in Sicily, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all about the incident here: http://www.recyclemeplease.info/the_nicholas_effect.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's v sad, you know? Like how you are always prepared for the worst, like what the father did by putting their clothes into pillowcases just in case they get robbed, but it'll still hit you from the back. Very scary too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main point?&lt;br /&gt;Cherish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this entry with this, "PLEASE DO NOT LAUGH AT ME THIS TUESDAY WHEN I DO A BOOKTALK ON THIS BOOK, TYVM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3677147821849592047?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3677147821849592047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3677147821849592047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3677147821849592047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3677147821849592047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='家.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5695035102629284858</id><published>2009-04-11T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:12:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Haha random title, anyw, today is yet another day full of accomplishments for me, haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;Watched unborn with Aishah and Eileen, and after that did amaths w Eileen. Lol, I spent so much money I had to use (dash). Shall not say it here~ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing that handicapped man at AMK hub makes me feel so fortunate and lucky, and I felt real bad for donating such a measly amount of money, but I hope it helps~ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my knee still hurts, and I can't walk properly w/o bending my left knee a little so that it won't hurt that much. But it's okay la, not the first time I fell down (there's worse cases than this srsly). :) So Imma just gonna let it heal by itself. Time will heal all wounds, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the movie "Alone" is showing now, and I'm really scared to go out and watch, hahaha. I don't want to be plagued by nightmares man! One 'unborn' is enough, haha, though the movie was kinda crap at some parts and I got pissed off with the ghost in the end. LOL. I kept going "JUST KILL IT ALREADY" when the guy stopped reading the spell. And in the end the guy just pops out of nowhere and read it out -_- And there was this part she purposely go look into the hole even though it's obvious that something's going to pop out or something. -_-! How stupid can that girl be lolol. Even shermaine agreed with me, hahaha. Some parts are really funny w Eileen shouting and me &amp;amp; aishah covering our eyes behind our jacket, haha.  x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian horror is still FTW. Haha. (not that I like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, nothing to blog le, except that I'm shocked that many people are impressed by us~ Hehee, we indeed was and will still be the can and jar opener :) And the SYF experience still feels surreal even after so many days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5695035102629284858?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5695035102629284858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5695035102629284858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5695035102629284858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5695035102629284858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-47236168425224890</id><published>2009-04-10T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:28:44.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new scar</title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE THE MOST ABOUT MYSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being clumsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, I was just walking the route down from the library towards AJ, and well, while I was daydreaming.. my left ankle just bend (like how you'd sprain your ankle) and I just fell forward. To be specific I was (almost) doing an air guitar pose LOL. Like how I did in Japan. And I limped back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the worse thing yet; I fell in front of so many drivers I just didn't know how to compose myself after getting up so I giggled all the way behind my textbook because I was just too embarrassed. Like how clumsy and idiotic I can get -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great day yesterday though, minus that incident.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED 2.4KM AGAIN~ Haha double miracle now. However, this time, I can proudly say that I improved more than a minute! Woohoo! And it's a D grade now so IYF! :D&lt;br /&gt;Next timing : C and above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, even mr tan praised me (well, not that my timing was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fantastic), but I was really shocked and happy at the same time that I could even get anywhere close to that timing so yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw, I'm someone who never passed 2.4km before so you can laugh all you want :d)&lt;br /&gt;Okay la I did but that was in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I have to go down for physics tuition like major zzz. Why of all days?&lt;br /&gt;Btw, let me show you my new scar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(people who have weak hearts/do not like gross and gorey stuff, you can scroll but just cover your eyes la -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sd6t310683I/AAAAAAAAACE/F3GBuOmF7dM/s1600-h/Photo0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sd6t310683I/AAAAAAAAACE/F3GBuOmF7dM/s200/Photo0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322882984451961714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that gross if you see it in a small thumbnail, if you want you can click the picture and see it clearly lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, got to go tuition~ Then meetup w Aishah and Eileen later~ :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: BAH I NEED TO GO DOWN TO SAMSUNG AGAIN! This time it's my fault, because I forgot the password I used to set in my phone and now I need to send it back to reset it! Zzz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-47236168425224890?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/47236168425224890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=47236168425224890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/47236168425224890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/47236168425224890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-scar.html' title='My new scar'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sd6t310683I/AAAAAAAAACE/F3GBuOmF7dM/s72-c/Photo0115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9034560512026053958</id><published>2009-04-08T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:14:22.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pirate's life for me~</title><content type='html'>It's late at night, I haven't finish my chinese homework (5 more compre qns to go!) but I would like to dedicate this entry to my lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GWENDOLYN NEO YUAN QI!!! (aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; lover! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdzCElSUYZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lI02xVwnpKg/s1600-h/n765342111_1636685_572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdzCElSUYZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lI02xVwnpKg/s320/n765342111_1636685_572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322342243629293970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 16th birthday lover!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat your meals regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop thinking negatively&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think positively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love me, of course. (this is the most important point, hehe)&lt;/li&gt;Happy birthday, once again. I hope we get to hang out soon k? It's been so long since we took that picture above, hope to go gaigai with you one day! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, got to know some scandals today, hehe, too scandalous to be written in words. Anyways, I wish all the best to the drama group!! Especially Jingru and Joey, haha I expect Gold from you guys ahh! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SYF experience still feels v surreal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No expectations, no hope, thus no disappointments. I don't want to hope for you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9034560512026053958?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9034560512026053958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9034560512026053958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9034560512026053958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9034560512026053958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/pirates-life-for-me.html' title='a pirate&apos;s life for me~'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdzCElSUYZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lI02xVwnpKg/s72-c/n765342111_1636685_572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5834459745392214499</id><published>2009-04-07T03:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:40:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;BAND NUMBER 100, MAYFLOWER SECONDARY SCHOOL, SILVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5834459745392214499?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5834459745392214499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5834459745392214499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5834459745392214499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5834459745392214499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/band-number-100-mayflower-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8539683637936459199</id><published>2009-04-07T02:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:39:28.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song is the way he laughs</title><content type='html'>Silver, and I'm indeed v proud and touched by all my juniors' efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the event being over 12hours ago (14 hours to be precise) I'm still affected by this. I really don't know how to face the school tomorrow. It's not as if we did extremely badly, in fact while I'm listening to the recording, there ARE mistakes everyway but hey, no band is perfect and I thought we performed the pieces pretty stable. The only reason why I cried was because I cannot believe this is the last time I'm striving for MCB. Can you believe it? Three and a half years have gone by so quickly! I remember 2006 and 2007 being my favourite years, and 2008 being my worst year so far in MF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my two seniors, Sherwin and Guhuai. I remember how they'll just pop out behind and listen to us, like how I did to Amelia and Fathin. I remember how I mistook Guhuai and Denny as my classmates because I was too engrossed in my iRec. I remember Sherwin joining us in our very first exchange with Huayi as the main band. I remember he let me play Spirited Away!! (omg this is one event I will NEVER forget) I remember him sitting beside me in Aeon II and we played a concert together!! Roar these memories and events will never be forgotten kkkk. In secondary two, I remember him coming down to support all of us (and he came today!! so touching) and I was so nervous because I didn't want to let him down. However, I still can remember clearly what mistakes I made, and perhaps those mistakes would never surface if I did practice hard enough. I remember Guhuai and him dropping by during our two band camps last year, and even though I don't see Guhuai often, but I still feel that she's a great senior too. Actually, both of my seniors are damn good. Haha I've always wanted to be like them, just like how some juniors want to be just like their seniors. I'm v touched by both of my seniors because they still came down and watch us compete, despite having school and busy with their lives. :):):) I really hope I have casted a deep impression in my juniors just like how my seniors did to me, and I hope whatever I taught them, beit some lame ideas or methods I came up with, or some really important skills passed down to me, they'll remember it by heart and hopefully, pass down this knowledge to their juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll really miss my two juniors, Amelia and Fathin la! Especially fathin since I've been with her longer. I cried again after reading her touching message and am currently tearing right now aft thinking about it. Haha, I thought she'd be more than happy to see me step down you know! I'm really touched la. People would think I'm just overreacting, and many told me to cheer up and that I'll still have the chance to come back, but I can say for sure, only the sec 4s of my batch and the seniors before can understand what I'm feeling. I've seen 3 batches of seniors leave us, but I never could understand how exactly they felt. I remember in sec one, some sec 4 seniors were crying non stop and I thought they were just "upset" but I never understood how deep that "upset" could be. This could be my most emotional entry ever because I always took things for granted, and never knew the value of it til I had to leave it. I always complained how heavy the tuba were and how girls should never be tortured by making them carry the tubas. Now I regret, I regret not trying harder to improve my playing, but instead, "deprove" and sometimes, can't even support the band. I regret being really pissed with some people because of some misunderstandings, when we could be better friends. I regret being angry with mrtan because of some changes he made which I don't understand. Now I do, I see it all clearly (not all of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank the band for giving me all these wonderful opportunities to grow and understand many life values. I have to admit that I've grow alot more matured really. Yah I know sometimes I'll still handle stuff childishly and sometimes you know, vent anger on my juniors (poor them), but you know, deep down inside, I still feel different from the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that this will not be the last time MCB is striving to improve. I know it'll greatly affect the juniors that the seniors are already stepping down, meaning they have to count on themselves from now onwards. I really hope today was just as eye-opening for the juniors as it was to me (this sentence is v weird sounding). Pardon my english because it's not v good :x I really hope that all the current sec 2 will not be gong gong next time okay! They were the all the blur kings and blur queens today! I'll also miss all these sec two juniors! Even though sometimes I'll get pissed with them because they're not serious (especially my section) or when they slack, but deep down I love every single one of them, no matter how many badmouthing they've done behind me (haha this is inevitable) or how lazy they can be. The next time I'll be seeing them is in two years' time, and my message to all these juniors: Work hard, strive hard, don't take this silver as granted. You've seen many sec fours crying today, and I have to say that most of us were actually secretly hoping to get a gold despite us saying a silver was enough. Don't let this happen to you, don't let the chance of hoping to happen. If you work hard throughout these two years, then when the time comes, you won't be worrying whether you can still maintain the silver or not. Not only that, remember all your seniors' teachings and pass it down to your juniors so that they too, can pass down these knowledge to their juniors. I really hope when I come and watch you guys play two years later, I'd still be as amazed like how I am impressed by all of you today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my section! I will talk to you guys personally~ too mushy to come up here alr HEHEHE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also all the sec fours seniors, the one I can't bear to leave the most is Shiyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdpRdpy3sVI/AAAAAAAAABs/p3Z9K4LYMx4/s1600-h/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdpRdpy3sVI/AAAAAAAAABs/p3Z9K4LYMx4/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321655479568937298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she only joined my section in Sec Three (because I was off for JEP the whole entire two months so that's not considered), and I remember that we don't talk much before then, maybe due to the reason we're from two different sections, but I have to admit that we got really close throughout the whole of 2008. The first thing I said when I reached the band room and saw her was that "I'll miss you so much" and both of us started hugging and tearing together! HAHAHA and many people thought we did badly or something. But srsly, I will never forget how many starx5 sessions and scandals we've been through, and how we exchange opinions and all the band camps ohohohoh especially the one where we were the games IC :D Haha I'll never forget how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no-link&lt;/span&gt; you can get, and how srsly funny you can get sometimes. And how we ask each other to beg each other HAHAHA. Seriously, I don't think I'd ever forget you. A significant part of my memories in MCB is shared w you and I'd never want to forget it :D Thank you for always being there for me when I'm extremly upset over section matters and thank you for teaching me many things like how to look at things from all sides and how to infer from sentences and faces! (LOLOL) Thank you for helping me with the section because it's either I'm too "shuaybian" or I just dno how to open my mouth. :)  Thank you for being so no link that it's damn hard not to LMAO at the spot. HAHAHA seriously,  I don't know how I could ever tahan if you're not in my section. I think I wouldn't even survive til now. And, you're a good euphonium player okay! Don't fret over what happened just now, you know what you guys did was a much better option yeah? :) Jyjyjy, after my O's, I'll be coming back for more starx5 sessions, HAHAHA. I expect the next TLP to be you ah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdpUs7lCcfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZmjamOaszso/s1600-h/Photo0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdpUs7lCcfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZmjamOaszso/s320/Photo0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321659040575681010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best buds from MF, MCB :)&lt;br /&gt;I can never express how grateful and happy I am to have met you guys in MF. You guys have always been there for me, no matter how happy or sad I was. You guys were there always, and yet sometimes I have to say, I wasn't there for you guys. :( I'm really sorry that sometimes, we get into quarrels and it's all my fault. I really hope our friendship still stays as strong as it is just like how the egg and the chicken and rice fits together perfectly! (Actually this sentence is v random but I just remembered our lunch today so yeah~) We must keep to our promise and join outside band together and play music together okay! :) And also come back to see the juniors tgt toooooooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting DNCH (aka Doctor Ng Chun Hong LOLOL) OKAY! Haha he made the SYF experience way more fun than it would've been if he wasn't there. :) I really want to thank you for being my senior (both tuba and euphonium) and cheering for us yesterday on MSN LOLOL. Anyways, you're still the most goofy senior I've ever seen okay! And your ahpiao friend :) I have to say that I've learnt many values from him as well, and I'll never forget this v v v funny senior (he can srsly make you lmaolmao on the spot ok!) ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gosh this is such a lengthy entry, no wonder people say I so naggy, I think it's very true from this) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also many others that I'll never forget, and I feel so sad that I didn't take picture with them when I should've. So don't shun me the next practice when I try to take picture w you okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I want to put this song on my blog lol. Go listen! It's an old song, and it really depicts how I feel la, so all should go listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4gpdvmqnUP/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4gpdvmqnUP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;An only child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alone and wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A cabinet maker's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;His hands were meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For different work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And his heart was known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To none --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He left his home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And went his lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And solitary way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And he gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A gift I know I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;can repay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A quiet man of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Denied a simpler fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He tried to be a soldier once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But his music wouldn't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;He earned his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Through discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;A thundering, velvet hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;His gentle means of sculpting souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Took me years to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;But his blood runs through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And his song is in my soul --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;To imitate the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My brothers' lives were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For they heard another call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One went to Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And the other to St. Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I'm in Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I'm not in some hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Living out this life I've chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And come to know so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank you for the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your stories of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank you for the freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it came my time to go --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank you for the kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the times when you got tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, pap, I don't think I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Said 'I love you' near enough --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;But his blood runs through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;And his song is in my soul --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;To imitate the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To the leader of the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am the living legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why are you giving me the cold shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: OH MY GOD WE ARE INDEED THE CAN AND JAR OPENER! THERE'S PEOPLE WHO WERE IMPRESSED BY US AND YEAH, EVEN THE JUDGES FLIPPED THE CONDUCTOR SCORES IMMEDIATELY AFTER LISTENING TO OUR FIRST NOTE. WOAH. We really did wow, and impressed people! :) This is far better than getting a gold manzzz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8539683637936459199?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8539683637936459199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8539683637936459199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8539683637936459199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8539683637936459199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-song-is-way-he-laughs.html' title='Our song is the way he laughs'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SdpRdpy3sVI/AAAAAAAAABs/p3Z9K4LYMx4/s72-c/Photo0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1515720547530219134</id><published>2009-04-05T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:04:10.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were like the warmth in my life</title><content type='html'>Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more hours to go.. I think I'm not very prepared.. but I'm just going to give my best shot to this.. it'll be my last chance experiencing this, since I don't think I'm going JC. I just cannot believe.... yeah you get it, it's the same issue all over again. No matter how much I talk about this, I'd never get sick of this topic. It's just that.. time passes so fast a week ago I was still thinking there's still time and...BAM! It's tomorrow, the day we've all been waiting for, the day we have all been working towards.. one wrong squeak, one crack from the tuba, or one screw-up will determine whether we belong to the Gold, Silver or Bronze category. I'm still worried, though I found DD rly nice today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I cracked lesser today! with control, everything's okay :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very scary, haha. I hope everything will go smoothly tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, thank you all for your wishes! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna go out tomorrow with a bigbig grin on my face woo~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1515720547530219134?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1515720547530219134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1515720547530219134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1515720547530219134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1515720547530219134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-were-like-warmth-in-my-life.html' title='You were like the warmth in my life'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7955016045647587159</id><published>2009-04-04T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:33:23.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be with you forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VetPTPR82t/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VetPTPR82t/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=VetPTPR82t" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=VetPTPR82t" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=VetPTPR82t" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=VetPTPR82t" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/VetPTPR82t/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/FZBIux/music/kk7JUEjG/avril-lavigne-i-will-be-feat-leona-lewis/"&gt;I Will Be (Feat. Leona Lewis) - Avril Lavigne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's nothing I could say to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I could ever do to make you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;All the pain, the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Still you never said goodbye and now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How far you'd go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I let you down but it's not like that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be all that you want and get myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my life, I'll be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To get you through the day and make everything okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had everything&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what life could bring&lt;br /&gt;But now I see, honestly&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing I got right&lt;br /&gt;The only one I let inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe 'cause you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I let you down, I'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I would never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be all that you want and get myself together&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;And all my life, I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day and make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're all I got, you're all I want, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause without you I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I can never, ever live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Here with me, do you see you're all I need?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is really nice. I mean, the lyrics (okay actually only the chorus part) is very true to how I'm feeling about life. Hehe~ (ohoh btw dedicated to all my friends :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we full dress rehearsal. Like wth manz, I woke up late. Hopefully it won't happen on Monday! I'm really afraid. Hahaha, SYF's like in two days, and yet I do not feel anything towards it. Maybe because I alr got used to letting things take their own course. Reminds me of the lyric of Que Sera Sera, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt; I guess there's no point in trying to change anything now. Whatever we play on stage, we will get whatever recognition we deserved. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted w Gwen just now :) Aw lover, I'll have to agree that we haven't talked like... so long! Haven't been able to talk to you much since we both have our CCAs and competitions.. and I feel very bad not able to console you, but trust me, I'll be there if you need me. A phone call, a SMS away. :) Always look on the bright side ok! Things don't necessary have to be bad even though it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; bad. Time will provide you the answers to all your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about many things on my way home, even though I really tried not thinking about them. Well, I guess I'm still thinking about it. I am so disappointed in you, I really thought you were different from the others. Haha, guess I got the wrong impression, but it's okay. I believe time will give me the answer to my question.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last practice til the final judgement day. Am really worried! What if we don't get silver? Even though the ex-seniors have faith that we will still be able to maintain it; but what about that slightest chance that we might not? Sorry, I think I think too much already, haha. Gwen also agreed we girls often think too much about what people say; just a simple sentence can make us think so much~ Hehe x) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, please don't give me false hope. Zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7955016045647587159?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7955016045647587159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7955016045647587159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7955016045647587159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7955016045647587159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-be-with-you-forever.html' title='I&apos;ll be with you forever'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1465136015492571096</id><published>2009-04-03T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:18:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck and intuition</title><content type='html'>Whilst chatting about "getting older" with the Queen of nuts (aka Munteng), I suddenly remember how wonderful my childhood was. The part where I didn't write down for English journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I'd sit beside my mother, and listen to my dad sing along to the love songs playing on the radio in the car whereever we go. I still can recall some the song names! And yesterday, my dad blasted this song on his laptop, it was "Can't fight this feeling". OMG I REMEMBER HOW I LOVE THIS SONG HAHAHA :) Another song is "Raindrops keep falling on my head" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coincidently the mc played some songs while the races were ongoing, and one of them was Lemon tree by Fool's Garden, another old melody that I love! Hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cryin's not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothin's worryin' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really terrible happened today, and I really got a shock when I heard my Bb note coming out of my tuba. For once I really thought I wasn't going SYF, and it's not even April Fool's! 'Was so scary, I kept trying to clear the "water" from my tuba through the water key but it didn't work. Scary, but thank God it's all fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was boring, period. I even dozed off at the start of Sports day ok! I am so good at this -.- The releasing of students part was the most disorganised one I've ever seen in my 3 and a (almost) half years in MF. Haha, waited for the second bus and went back school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA was a bitch, I didn't know what solution to add to which solid, or test for what gas etcetc. This is so crazy. Titration was way better and I managed to get two consistent results consecutively, haha. Saves alot of time also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days, two more practices.&lt;br /&gt;We can do it, MCB! I think we can, even though thanks to me you guys probably sounded really crappy today :( Sorry people! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/04/09 ---- 2 years ago we were the can-opener, do you think this time we can become sardine-opener? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's you I fear to meet eye to eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1465136015492571096?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1465136015492571096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1465136015492571096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1465136015492571096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1465136015492571096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/luck-and-intuition.html' title='Luck and intuition'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5477300544433706591</id><published>2009-04-03T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:51:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritants</title><content type='html'>I honestly do not know what's going through the minds of some people. Yeah, you complain that I don't do much, but what are you trying to prove? That you're better than me? I don't see the point in your bitchings and complaints. I, in no way, have offended you, and thus, I do not think that it's very gracious of you to not only point out that I have a lack of knowledge on (dash) compared to you, but to bitch to somebody else. Yeah, like what I said last entry, I don't really care what people think, but the sight of you makes me itch to give you a lashing. I don't think it's very polite of you to look down on people, especially people who (definitely) have more experience than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people should go fuck themselves and die laaa. -.-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5477300544433706591?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5477300544433706591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5477300544433706591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5477300544433706591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5477300544433706591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/irritants.html' title='Irritants'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5515053925032764564</id><published>2009-04-02T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:31:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accomplishments</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to go school today, but I'm happy I did because well, I accomplished a few things today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;History test!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese test!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.4KM!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amaths 16.1!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English test!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;HAHAHA I feel so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was panicking over what to study for all the tests today because I dozed off and I did physics till very late in the night. Slept at 2.30AM somemore! Brr but thanks to whoever up there, I managed to survive the History test despite me sleeping through all her lessons~ Haha, it was a miracle that I managed to remember all the points, though I mixed them up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chinese test, I just simply copied and pasted my answers from eileen's book to mine LOL. But it was a fair trade since she copied my answers too, but it's not as if my answers are correct. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest moment came when it was PE! Oh tyvm to whoever's up there, I passed my 2.4km! Wow, one of the many tasks I thought I'd never be able to accomplish, hehehe. Ya la to those who can run faster than me, say all you want because I don't care. :) I'm proud of my achievements hehehe. But sadly, I'll have to run again, since Mr T wants grade C and above, and obviously mine do not qualify for that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, when there's a will, there's a way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I found English test the easiest to manage today, because I just kept writing and writing and it just feels so right. Hahaha, I don't know if I've got the points right but I just kept on writing happily on the paper.. like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, band practice was alright.. but I'm panicking now looking at the current results.. Like how the hell did they give their scoring? Alright, I guess I'm not in a position to question them since well, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; experienced musicians, so their judging should not be too off-set. I think it's because they don't know how Singapore band scene is like; which explains why the medals given on the first two days are shocking for some bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, there's still parts unfixed, and I feel like a sucker when I can't get them right. Zzz even Mr Ang (finally) came to tell me that he noticed that I haven't been handing up assignments, and even falling asleep during his lessons. Sigh, which explains why it was an achievement for me to finish 16.1 even though it was easy -.- Haha I did it mostly out of guilt because it's my fault, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5515053925032764564?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5515053925032764564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5515053925032764564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5515053925032764564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5515053925032764564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/accomplishments.html' title='accomplishments'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6894497854852890493</id><published>2009-04-01T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:06:41.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even if it leads nowhere,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I CAUGHT THE FREAKING FLU BUG AND NOW IT'S STUCK IN MY NOSE AND I AM SNIFFING LIKE I JUST WATCHED STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN ONCE THROUGH AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not the sort of person who cries over dramas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh I caught the stupid stupid flu bug and now I'm sick and I hate the sick feeling because I hate to feel miserable at a time like this! Of all times! I remembered the last SYF I lost half my hearing just 5days before competition and that was, I swear, one of the freakiest moments of my life. I couldn't even hear my tuba sound, could only hear the buzzing! Thank God I managed to recover like two nights before the day itself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really weird day. I kept having weird thoughts. What a weird way to say it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to HY and NC on getting silver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know what to say when I see bands not achieving their desired results. I remembered thinking that we might just strike a Gold after stepping out of the hall. But we didn't in the end. However, think on the bright side, yeah gold really shows your skills and everything, but it's the bands that can maintain gold that really shines. (not saying those bands who just hit gold are lousy) But my point is, silver is not as bad as what many people think.. infact it can mean good as well, look at MF.. lol, 'long term service'. But I don't mind striking a gold too.. (this is so contradicting) Anyhoo, who doesn't want good results? But we should all 看开... :) The medals are just there to gauge your skills together as a band, I still think the enjoyment of the music is more important~ Because what's the use of getting GwH if you don't even like the piece? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's practice was... short. Can't for tomorrow hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I realised today is April Fool's Day! Omg I kept getting pranked by people but I keep forgetting that it's AFD, and so I continued getting pranked by others. And yet, I could only prank one person! And that prank wasn't even created by me. -_-! Now I feel stupid and sick and very dysfunctional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6894497854852890493?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6894497854852890493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6894497854852890493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6894497854852890493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6894497854852890493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-if-it-leads-nowhere.html' title='even if it leads nowhere,'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5727781190467319289</id><published>2009-03-31T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:29:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time we've lost</title><content type='html'>I think someone's trying to tell me something... maybe it's a sign, a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk but I've been encountering stuff that just happens to link up together. It's like, seriously I think there's a connection inbetween these events. And I hope I'm not thinking too much. Competition's less than 6 days away and this is not the way to lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, apologies to those who have waited for me. Ah I feel so guilty. :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woolala also wishing HY and NC all the best tomorrow~ Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;(today's results are v shocking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so lost w/o you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it possible to ask you to come back again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind losing you after 6april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5727781190467319289?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5727781190467319289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5727781190467319289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5727781190467319289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5727781190467319289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-weve-lost.html' title='The time we&apos;ve lost'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1630922964572211934</id><published>2009-03-30T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:54:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I find myself overreacting to the wrong stuff, ah damn it, can't I just act normally now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1630922964572211934?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1630922964572211934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1630922964572211934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1630922964572211934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1630922964572211934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-find-myself-overreacting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7058801886316235995</id><published>2009-03-28T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:38:40.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sc5Df1IcQ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/sQuFkqv14Jk/s1600-h/Photo0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sc5Df1IcQ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/sQuFkqv14Jk/s320/Photo0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318262424088626130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7058801886316235995?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7058801886316235995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7058801886316235995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7058801886316235995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7058801886316235995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/hua.html' title='HUA!'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Sc5Df1IcQ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/sQuFkqv14Jk/s72-c/Photo0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9130995939679640451</id><published>2009-03-28T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:26:30.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is too long a word to say,</title><content type='html'>Today I found out many things (as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was sectionals for sec 4s because the rest just came back from camp and so we let them off to have some rest. Wasn't really productive because I was just slacking around, but I did ran through danse diabolique and also my favourite, I rec! Woohoo, okay la, just some usual scales and exercises.. haha. Didn't feel like practising so... HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped around w others also, and then dinnered with the SSS. :)&lt;br /&gt;Talked about destiny. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Friday was a day to hail the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;king of no link&lt;/span&gt;! Haha the scene was so funny in the store room lol! (the hailing part that is) And I like sitting in the tuba shelf. AND OH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE NEW SHELVES OMGOMG. (or so I heard) AHHH sadly it's not like I'll get to use it, since I'm already stepping down but WOO! :D:D Really excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising I got K.O at 11 pm. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had tuition (as usual) and I was really laateee (and cranky). But hearing the horns playing overture no.1 at YCKSS made me feel better and I just stood outside my neighbour's house listening lololol! Sinhui didn't come for AM tuition, and her reason is really surprising la, didn't expect her to give that reason lololol. Did geometry for AM and I seriously hate geometry. I hate circles (esp), triangles, polygons and parallelograms. Like zz why do we even need to know all these shapes! Can't we do something simple like, rectangles or squares? Naaah I still think algebra is still my love. (God I sound like a math geek here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine told me that my entries are wordy. They are? They are? Really? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Now to think of it, yeah I have to agree, it's kind of wordy and it's not like people read everything I write right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that "forever is too long a word to say", and this showed me the harsh reality of life. :(&lt;br /&gt;No one can live forever, and thus we should all cherish whatever we have, because you and I can just disappear the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9130995939679640451?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9130995939679640451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9130995939679640451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9130995939679640451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9130995939679640451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever-is-too-long-word-to-say.html' title='Forever is too long a word to say,'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-850556584522377030</id><published>2009-03-26T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:22:26.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope is a painful feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NC16 NURAISHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks for your ferero rocher! :D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the soundcheck/SYF rehearsal for us today. Wow, one hour sure passed by really fast. Met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princess of no link&lt;/span&gt; and reached school at around 5.50AM. Lol there were teachers (who stayed overnight for the sec one camp) who woke up hearing the band playing x) Hehe I didn't know we were that loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, mr tan's comments on us were pretty alright, except for the tuba section (as usual). Bahh I hope we don't make the same mistakes again! I think it's more on our togetherness. I've been focusing on their technique for too long alr. I hope this will change in this one, last week. Thanks to whoever up there who gave us this good spot. Not too early, not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, took section picture at the SCH too ~ ^o^ So nice, I've always wanted a section photo (lolol maybe because my section is always very small) and one sentence from mrtan actually made me feel more calm for the competition (which is, err, not very good). "You have four tuba players anyways" was what he said. Ya I know people who read this will think that four tuba players aren't alot, but well.. I never actually expected my section to be anywhere more than 3 tuba players so one extra is actually pretty cool :D Maybe it's because I've always been playing with three tuba players (sec one &amp;amp; two-mid: donovan, hongwei &amp;amp; me, sec three: hongwei, fathin, me) HAHAHAHA. But yeah, four tuba players aren't alot, but I'm contented :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to and fro SCH, I thought through many things and I came to a conclusion that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope is a painful feeling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But sinhui disagreed w me because she said that we should always look at both sides and not only focusing one side. She used the door explanation which I saw it in HYD (anime version) and I have to agree. People tend to look at the closed doors but fail to see the opened ones behind them.(it's something like saying that people tend to focus on all the negative stuff but fail to see the bright side of life. oddly, i think this is why we have more and more mental patients in singapore lolol) But the alternative she suggested for me was a door I do not wish to open lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today is a horrible day because many horrible things happened, and I do not wish to mention. Just hope the people involved are feeling better now. Whatever will be, will be~ The future's not ours to see~ Que sera, sera~ What will be, will be~ LOL random much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, which is why serene shiyun and I talked about fate. Everything that happens are all meant to be right? Funny how things are able to link up together so well that it's getting freaky. Like someone's doing something fishy, lol. I am too shocked for words, really. It's scary that some stuff are just meant to be, they have to happen for god-knows-what reason, and they just do. And every single event seem to piece together perfectly, like a puzzle.  :)  And only time will tell us how will the puzzle look like in the end. We'll see, we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to live through another day thinking about you. It's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-850556584522377030?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/850556584522377030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=850556584522377030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/850556584522377030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/850556584522377030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-is-painful-feeling.html' title='Hope is a painful feeling'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2344892991469465177</id><published>2009-03-26T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:12:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my God what in the world have I fucking got myself into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2344892991469465177?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2344892991469465177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2344892991469465177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2344892991469465177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2344892991469465177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-god-what-in-world-have-i-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2314244835282943739</id><published>2009-03-25T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:59:30.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you used to get it in your fishnets</title><content type='html'>Somehow or rather, I feel really upset today. Probably due to PMS, but who knows? Today is such a confusing day, I was looking forward to something (though I couldn't identify what it was) and yet when afternoon comes, I realised what I've been looking for is something that I have to lose, maybe as soon as possible. But then, since I don't know what's something, then how can I lose it when I don't even know what it was in the first place. Maybe, maybe this is a sign.. to tell me the world's coming into an end. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seriously makes no sense. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much looking forward to tomorrow. Yaynezz we're going to go for our soundcheck. However, very sadly, I'll have to report at 5.45AM. Zzz will be meeting the princess of no-linkness tomorrow. Lol reminds me of band camp manz. Can't believe I will not be a part of the band soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it takes me herculean effort to let you go, I will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2314244835282943739?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2314244835282943739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2314244835282943739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2314244835282943739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2314244835282943739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-used-to-get-it-in-your-fishnets.html' title='you used to get it in your fishnets'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4731308074724610760</id><published>2009-03-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:31:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life would suck w/o you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Scj6thN2XnI/AAAAAAAAABc/1O2ZvK-Hfyc/s1600-h/Photo0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Scj6thN2XnI/AAAAAAAAABc/1O2ZvK-Hfyc/s320/Photo0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775020028386930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I realised the more I looked at my research on my English topic, "My Ambition", the more I think I wanna become an Aerospace engineer la. But can you imagine me fixing YOUR planes? Gosh I think many people are considering buying their own private jet after knowing my ambition liao right! LOL. Gosh but who knows~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe I feel so tall LOLOLOL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4731308074724610760?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4731308074724610760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4731308074724610760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4731308074724610760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4731308074724610760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-would-suck-wo-you.html' title='my life would suck w/o you'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/Scj6thN2XnI/AAAAAAAAABc/1O2ZvK-Hfyc/s72-c/Photo0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3814080814961415240</id><published>2009-03-24T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:21:28.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shocked beyond words</title><content type='html'>Today is well, a day for firsts and very juicy scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got my very first MORF record. Omg! I can't believe this manzzzz, I am such a good student and I swore I'll never get a MORF in this school (or at least try my best not to) and it's all because of not handing up my assignments! Zzz, today Mr A is in a baddd moood, which explains why he spent two periods pulling every single person out and recorded their name in the MORF file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me: I forgot to photocopy my results slip!! OMG. I am so screwed. I don't even know if YanChen handed up the result slips to Mr A already or not.. omg I feel so stupid can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other than this, I found out many scandals la. And it's not the same scandals (not the usual kind). But anywaysssss, polished my tuba &amp;amp; maintained it lol. And amelia looks weird with my tuba, not in a bad way of course, it's just that I'm not used to it lolol. Let's hope she'll get used to it in time~ Hees. MY TUBA LOOKS SO PRETTY NOW. Too bad I didn't take a picture of it and I bet if I open it tomorrow confirm will have fingerprints ok~ (tsk.) But nvm la, these kind can always polish de. But wooahh let's hope nothing bad will happen to my baby ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolol and today was the day when I realise that many people actually talk 'no-link'. Meaning well, I found out sometimes the sentences they speak actually makes no sense when they say them together.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to know what others see me in their eyes, why am I always involved in this kind of funny funny things? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so guilty. Sigh~ I hope you're feeling better, didn't mean for that to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Get well soon Geraldine! Lol Idk what's your new blog address so I'll write it here! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3814080814961415240?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3814080814961415240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3814080814961415240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3814080814961415240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3814080814961415240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/shocked-beyond-words.html' title='shocked beyond words'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-907057681947735467</id><published>2009-03-23T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:00:30.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Hunky Chihuahua</title><content type='html'>Lol random title.&lt;br /&gt;Wore first uniform today! :) I didn't expect the members to be wearing it right after fall out, so I got quite a shock when I stepped into a room full of 'red people'. Hahaha, got changed and came down. Walao all the guys ah, don't appreciate what we did can? Shermaine/Jiaying/Me/Xiaohui (who later joined us) actually went all the way from Plaza Sing to Vivo just to get those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt; ties okay! What's worse is that we all went on our separate ways after Plaza Sing (they had church and me &amp;amp; xh got tuition) before meeting back at dhoby ghaut and go to vivocity. Though, I have to say, was quite fun. :) SO GUYS, PLEASE APPRECIATE YOUR TIES OKAY. We almost got them at like, $10+ per piece instead of $2 :) Wa, major profit manz (lol learnt this in Emaths today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, appreciate it la. It's not like everyday you get to wear funeral ties yeah? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my court shoes hurt majorly okay. Which is all my fault because I chose to wear it today. I just can't wait for the actual sound check. We actually got the date wrong, we were supposed to go for the sound check on 26 March (which is this thursday) but we got the wrong info from ms mok. Ha! Heng we managed to get it corrected in time man, or else $750 gone down the drain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to go do my Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: THIS IS SO SCANDALOUS. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-907057681947735467?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/907057681947735467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=907057681947735467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/907057681947735467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/907057681947735467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/funky-hunky-chihuahua.html' title='Funky Hunky Chihuahua'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-446605022462237479</id><published>2009-03-23T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:56:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got me begging you for mercy~</title><content type='html'>Lol, today I found out many more juicy scandals. Just as scandalous as those hollywood celebrities I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess my heart failed to see what's in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-446605022462237479?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/446605022462237479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=446605022462237479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/446605022462237479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/446605022462237479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-got-me-begging-you-for-mercy.html' title='you got me begging you for mercy~'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-119807659186125578</id><published>2009-03-22T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:39:29.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they lied when they say the good die young</title><content type='html'>I remembered today when I stepped into this shop selling Macbooks I played Godspeed on iTunes hehehe. Quite embarrassed though, I mean, blasting music in a shop? How socially ungraceful (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so guilty for waking up late and not able to attend Mr A's lesson. Mr A, I didn't mean to, ok! I am so sorry. Haha, I don't know why, but I guess even though sometimes he's quite naggy and boring, but I honestly cannot stand maths lessons wo his beautiful cursive handwriting, seriously. Sec 3 holiday classes totally proves that point. I cannot live w/o his beautiful handwriting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to a thought about how we fail to cherish many things. Yes I've made my point many times. I'll have to admit, I never seem to remember this point; I'll only end up regretting not remembering everytime something bad happened. At this point, I realised everything's too late. I think I'll suffer in JC or poly next time without teachers like Mr A who'd make a point to write nicely and 'gracefully' on the board. Hehe. This reminds me how time passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more months and soon, weeks, I'll be leaving band and what not behind and focus on my Os. In such a short time, I really don't know what or rather how am I going to do with it. I mean, tell everyone I love them? Practise hard enough for SYF? Or make sure my apprentices are well-abled to stand on their own after I step down? Like ZA, I want to do so many things.. so many things that I've never done. But I guess I'm very grateful, thank God that I'm in band. I've found many people who share the same mindset as me, I've found the music that I've been looking for, I've found so many people, and I've not regret a single bit knowing them :) I've been through a concert performing with my senior and ex-senior (srsly this is still da best), I've been in a foreign country w so many people at one go, performed in a foreign place with the band, and I have found a wonderful section full of lovely people. Despite the dramas and stupid quarrels we've had, I still think my section's still wonderful.. Hehe. Of course la, my ASL hongwei and shiyun, they've done alot and helped me alot really. To cut the long story short, all these have helped made me grow in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go up the stage and be standing under the spotlight for once. No more escaping and hiding, no more doing what I'm best at, no more running away. It's time, time for me to step up and let the band shine.. heee. I want to be going around announcing to the whole world that MCB has maintained its silver once again. I want MCB to be the can-opener once again too ^^ I remembered last competition, despite being really worried for the results, I didn't really realise the reasons for those tense expressions on our seniors.. Now I do, I really do. Just hope that these remaining days we'll be able to cherish it and make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, silver.&lt;br /&gt;It means alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL it's like the dno @#@*#_% th time I'm writing about band. Again and again. Can't help it, I'm really worried. Really scared. Clock's ticking, and now I know why the seniors abandoned their work and focused fully on SYF. Because it means more than just a medal, more than the recognition. It's like watching your seedling grow, it just gives you this satisfication, this sense of love. Yeah, it's like you can only judge how much you love the band by going through these. It's like testing for pH value lol, an indication. Omg I really suck at expressing how I feel. Aiyo, its a feeling that will pop out of nowhere la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to get the black ties for the guys' first uni. Wa I'm so nice okay! Actually went from plaza singapura to vivo city to buy all 13 ties (plus two extras). I was tempted to sign my name on all the ties so the guys will know how to appreciate lol hehehe. Maybe can get more points for wearing so-called 'branded' ties (LOL MY BRAND) :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm laughing at my own jokes lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I finally got back my memory card lolol so happy. No more fretting over lack of memory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ciaos. I'm so tired. I reached home at 11pm ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不会忽然的出现&lt;br /&gt;在街角的咖啡店&lt;br /&gt;我会带着笑脸　挥手寒喧&lt;br /&gt;和你 坐着聊聊天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-119807659186125578?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/119807659186125578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=119807659186125578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/119807659186125578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/119807659186125578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-lied-when-they-say-good-die-young.html' title='they lied when they say the good die young'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9151782628185271951</id><published>2009-03-21T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:24:01.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alexithymia</title><content type='html'>My MSN is really a bitch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna give up trying to log in when it keeps telling me my internet has problems. This is so #*$)@*#)! frustrating and I think I missed out on alot today lololol. But it doesn't matter since I'm not coming online after this weekend already, gotta say goodbye to it and hello to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish time would pass faster so that I can get rid of all these burden, but I know in exchange I'll have to sacrifice alot of things, and I don't want to lose them. Humans are greedy, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the ($)#@$*@)th time I'm actually telling myself to let go and give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9151782628185271951?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9151782628185271951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9151782628185271951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9151782628185271951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9151782628185271951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexithymia.html' title='alexithymia'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3404622351428557638</id><published>2009-03-20T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:16:46.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girls</title><content type='html'>My MSN have been signing me in and out for the past two hours &amp;amp; honestly, it's getting really annoying. Ah whatever.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, was supposed to go for Chem and Amaths remedial BUT I OVERSLEPT HAHAHA. And so I asked Clarence to ask if it's too late to come and he said yes so I ended up going for band instead. Hehehe. Hohoho practice was so-so, and it's exactly 1 week to sound check brrrr. I want to do exchange w PHS la, I want to hear how their DD sounds like. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the section's still brrrrr, must buck up already. The whole Eupho section took back their euphoniums today! Wow I'm amazed. Kuddos to school for organising camp the same day as our sound check zzz. Still need to send them back to camp? Might as well send them home since it's the last day alr -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out new juicy stuff today :D:D Tyty to those who told me hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;AND I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY FOB SONG LEI! Lol many thanks to Justin, though, I ALREADY FORGOT HOW TO PLAY HAHAHAHAHA. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok homework's beckoning me as usual and I shall go finish them. Ah darn it I'm so screwed I still have this huge pile of homework waiting to be done. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: K my it's my MSN problem. Gosh it better not be infected w virus or sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3404622351428557638?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3404622351428557638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3404622351428557638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3404622351428557638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3404622351428557638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/gossip-girls.html' title='Gossip Girls'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-502918986346566114</id><published>2009-03-19T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:41:18.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random / no link</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am selfish, I am wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am right, I swear I'm right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Swear I knew it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I am flawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I am cleaning up so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am seeing in me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The things you swore you saw yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp turned out to be much dramatic than I thought it would be, but I wouldn't deny that I had some fun in those three days. But after this camp, I felt sad that this is my final camp, my final time to spend time w my juniors and tuba. Time passed really fast, and in a blink of an eye, I'm alr sec 4. Can you believe it? I've been harping on this since last year and now look at this, we're already three months into 2009. How fast can time pass? Perhaps the next time you stumble here I'd be a 70 year old nanny already. A very cool one of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly la, I want time to be reverse, I want to relive those moments again. I want 2007 to be back again. I want the happiest and the saddest year of my life to be back. It sucks to be emo but I want it back, I want to feel young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are ending and I still have *)@*#)#$* amount of homework left undone. And my obsession with the computer is recurring again. Stop tempting me la computer. *talks to self* OK BLAH I SHALL GO DO MY HOMEWORK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I am going to handle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; simply because I don't want to. I want to escape from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; but it just keeps catching up with me. Actually,  I don't have to worry at all. Time will run out, and sooner or later I will not be facing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; again. But I don't want time to run out at all.&lt;br /&gt;Let it stay at the happier moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; up the corners of your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trace the moment for forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-502918986346566114?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/502918986346566114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=502918986346566114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/502918986346566114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/502918986346566114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-no-link.html' title='random / no link'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6052558229284922571</id><published>2009-03-15T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:40:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life's like a symphony</title><content type='html'>The title says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I really feel that my life's like a symphony playing. I'll have really loud dramatic phrases, then I'll have soft and lively phrases, then followed by some sad tune and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhooooo, I still couldn't get my memory card and that guy says I'll have to wait till this tuesday because stocks will only arrive then. And that'll be in the middle of band camp! Zzz. Why ship from Korea when it is made in China? Weird right? TNCs, TNCs. (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around PS after that and now I am craving for that Chippy's (is it correct?) that British snacks cheesy curry chicken or sth. Baaahhh it's making me hungry~ HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still (not) done with Chinese, I still haven't pack for the camp, I am unexcited, nervous, tired, bored, frustrated, irritated, but still hopeful of what's coming up. Kinda oxymoronish eh? Don't know, don't wanna care. I know life's screwed when I'm having the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; holiday mood.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed books yesterday, Northern Lights (also known as Golden Compass) and Meant to be. Heard that the Golden Compass trilogy is anti-christ or anti-dno-what-religon, which got me interested in reading it. Haha, not that I'm anti-religous of course. I just want to know why is it like that. Quite interesting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my entry is really, ehhh, boring. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And Justin says really no-link things. Really! (this got me laughing like siao x 1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't understand you at all, how am I supposed to know what you're thinking? And really, I hate it that that had to break us up like that, because it ain't worth it, really... sigh I don't know, sometimes I feel like giving up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6052558229284922571?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6052558229284922571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6052558229284922571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6052558229284922571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6052558229284922571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lifes-like-symphony.html' title='My life&apos;s like a symphony'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3798096232938174016</id><published>2009-03-13T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:31:15.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me feelin' like a child now</title><content type='html'>To summarise this week, I've been pissed off, I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignored&lt;/span&gt; many times, I've been sad, been disappointed, had one of the times of my life, been hyper during class, came online many times, never studied, socialise with people, been really happy, thought about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, talked to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her,&lt;/span&gt; and pondered about many things. And of course, I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's on my mind now, other than david cook's song, other than yamamoto, it's the band camppp! Woohoo. I've been looking forward to this day since God knows when hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my results back. Lol la Emaths was definitely not up to my standard though I already expected myself to just pass that test. But still T_T Anyhooo, I'm pretty pleased with my results. Now it's Midyears. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH AND MR A CALLED ME SOCIABLE AGAIN! WOOHOO. Like the *(@)#&amp;amp;#*()%&amp;amp;th time he called me that. Haha I think he also cannot say other things about me like : "she sleeps alot during my class, MY CLASS." Of course cannot right? (I think I'm getting a little too high here already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiight. So, talked to many people today. I hope they understand what me &amp;amp; SY's trying to put across. And I'm very excited for band camp! Hehe! I'm so glad we had so many camps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to borrow books. I want to borrow books to read. HAHAHA, and return my books. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea sianzzzzz I'm going to find out what homework I have now so sayonara~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I fall, I was hoping you'd pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3798096232938174016?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3798096232938174016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3798096232938174016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3798096232938174016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3798096232938174016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-got-me-feelin-like-child-now.html' title='You&apos;ve got me feelin&apos; like a child now'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3319134383839504416</id><published>2009-03-12T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:52:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving you with only tears behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was the day I won't be the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I try remembering days when I am so carefree.. and that happiness and excitement I had when Sherwin let me play spirited away... these moments are so, wonderful. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised many things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ithinkimtryingtoohardtoforgetwhathappenedandimreallyconfusedrightnow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3319134383839504416?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3319134383839504416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3319134383839504416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3319134383839504416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3319134383839504416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving-you-with-only-tears-behind.html' title='leaving you with only tears behind'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6806756912436618511</id><published>2009-03-10T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:49:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanglewood tangled in my mind</title><content type='html'>I wanted to dedicated this entry to carebear, gummybear, and teddybear. But after a while of thinking, I decided not to since well, bears are bears and I can't help it if they have to do something stupid once in a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dear (dash), You have disappointed me greatly; haha please don't think that I'm as stupid as you are tyvm. Because if I'm stupid, than you're twice as stupid to think that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; stupid to not know that you think that I'm stupid. The purpose of this paragraph is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; that I'm not as stupid as you think I am and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outcome&lt;/span&gt; I'm trying to achieve is that you'll be smarter not to do certain things in front of me. (hopefully) But I guess it's too bad that you won't know that I'm not as stupid as you think I am because you're already twice as stupid so I guess this paragraph will not be able to get my point to you that I'm not stupid. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised today, or rather recently, I've been getting more and more moody. Must be due to holidays. Cant. Bloody. Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have rest today; during Amath and Phys. I guess Mr A, being so kind and thoughtful, knew that I was so bloody tired thanks to CIP Poster (okay not really I was actually slacking) let me sleep through the entire two periods. I mean c'mon la, I'm not stupid enough to think that he wouldn't know that I'm sleeping. I'm just trying to create less trouble for him :p SEE I AM SO NICE. Tsk. But physics was really my breaking point, just halfway through studying MCB (miniature circuit breakers) and ELCB (earth leakage circuit breakers) I just dozed off. Like that. Right in front of aishah. Right beside aishah. Right diagonally jane. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to read more books. I want to return my books. You know what? I have total no interest in going back for remedials, honest. I'm like, "Give us a break ALREADY!" since next week is holidays already. But thanks to the fact that I'm not stupid at all, the teachers (as predicted) have scheduled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt; remedials for all S4s now. Like hello, it's not like I'm going to listen to every,single,painful word they utter. Okok I should stop complaining because I'm not going for any remedials thanks to camp. Heheheheheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is, very pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me and my two sections goodluck, and pray that I do not curse and swear at anyone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh bloody shit,&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6806756912436618511?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6806756912436618511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6806756912436618511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I'd listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' for my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;When they played I'd sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;br /&gt;And not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;How I wondered where they'd gone&lt;br /&gt;But they're back again&lt;br /&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;All the songs I loved so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sha-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Every Wo-o-wo-o&lt;br /&gt;Still shines&lt;br /&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;That they're startin' to sing's&lt;br /&gt;So fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where he's breakin' her heart&lt;br /&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' back on how it was&lt;br /&gt;In years gone by&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;br /&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to then&lt;br /&gt;And I'd memorize each word&lt;br /&gt;Those old melodies&lt;br /&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;br /&gt;As they melt the years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sha-la-la-la&lt;br /&gt;Every Wo-o-wo-o&lt;br /&gt;Still shines&lt;br /&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;That they're startin' to sing's&lt;br /&gt;So fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best memories&lt;br /&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;br /&gt;Some can even make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before&lt;br /&gt;It's yesterday once more.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories, are they meant to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or forgotten?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still searching for the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.am.so.upset.today.because.it.rained.although.usually.i'll.be.more.than.happy.to.spend.my.day.in .rainy.weather.but.BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-816795282375447193?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/816795282375447193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=816795282375447193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/816795282375447193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/816795282375447193'/><link rel='alternate' 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Now what I'm worried is that it'll be too late to send it to Mdm P. But I'll take the risk that all teachers are still awake now preparing their students' result slips. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off I go doing my chinese homework *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finish it yet so it's my fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the clock ticks,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally understanding what it means&lt;br /&gt;What it all means,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's never going to work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since youve gone I been lost without a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream at night I can only see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look around but its you I cant replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel so cold and I long for your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1682139248675815342?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1682139248675815342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1682139248675815342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1682139248675815342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1682139248675815342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yayzxz-im-finally-done-with-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4941356254074959101</id><published>2009-03-07T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:38:19.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars</title><content type='html'>Today was a horrible day. I don't know what other ways I could express this in, except it's really horrible and I don't know what am I going to do to solve this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many bad things happened and I don't know why -- maybe I've changed through the months; or maybe I'm just tired. It's really tiring - I just want my carefree life back. Ok actually none of my primary school or secondary school life was actually near to carefree; but I really love how much fun I had with Winnie and XT, staying back everyday and playing basketball... Pearlin and Joey also agreed w me that playing bball during primary days was the most fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH I AM JUST SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to move my whole entire table thingy or I don't know what you call it and now I can't use my computer which will also mean I won't be able to finish that darn CIP poster, and damnit I really want to get over and done with this; I mean, I've waited the whole week so that I could get some work done during the weekend and now all these shit just comes on me. And guess what? I already owe Mr A 7 assignments. OH GREAT, just the right time to have this hugeass responsibility thrusted upon me. BAAAAH. No, I am just ranting it out, and honestly I feel so guilty that I'm owing so many assignments and I have class decoration shopping tomorrow w Elenore so I really hope I can get this done quickly. Time is running out fast but there are so many things undone. One perfect example would be sectionals with my section. Ok I hope my juniors understand how important it is to practice after today's exchange. Honestly, I felt that we were alright, like, well, we didn't improve greatly, we even broke down (almost), but well, technique-wise.. still the same old thing. I really need to start prioritise my duties already, and guess what! We're due to perform on this coming Wednesday for the SYF "preview". As if the school's student population understands music. BAH. I bet they'll be "Oooh what's that big and ugly instrument?" and I'll happily snap at them threatening to bite their heads off if they dare to even lay their eyes upon my tuba. The other thing that I'm worrying is HOW AM I GOING, TO GET MY EUPHONIUM SECTION, TO PLAY THEIR RUNNING NOTES, BEFORE THIS WEDNESDAY? LIKE HELLO? TWO DAYS IS NOT ENOUGH TO PERFECT THOSE PARTS. Ok so I'm not so worried about the tuba section, MAYBE I AM NOW, SEEING HOW MY SECTION SCREWED UP TODAY. Ok, I'm just a little overreacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, to make all of you read all this nonsensical parts of my blog. It doesn't happen often, trust me. :) I'm actually an angel in disguise *halo appears above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough drama and let me start workin' on Mr A's assignments! Woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos. Byebye. Zai jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know what hurts the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is that you don't even appreciate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the slightest effort i'm making&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, i'm sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you hurt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4941356254074959101?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4941356254074959101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4941356254074959101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4941356254074959101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4941356254074959101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/scars.html' title='scars'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4750396016449920672</id><published>2009-03-06T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:27:37.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly 30 days</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmmm, what can I say? Life's pretty unpredictable, and there are definitely times when I go really crazy and times when I'm just plain upset. I don't know why, life just doesn't seem to work out for me now. It's not that I'm being pessimistic, in fact I think I'm way too optimistic for my own good, but it just feels like that. Like how sometimes you have a gut feeling some bad thing will happen or when your eye lid twitches? Just happens just like that. And I don't know why. And talking about gut feelings, nowadays my gut feelings is damn accurate ok! The most recent one was my gut feeling when I didn't finish my SS homework (yes.. I already finished it up though :x) on Thursday, and Mrs Ess didn't come! HAHA. Though I'll have to admit, I miss her lessons. Her lessons just seem to be the only ones I really enjoy having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you think my gut feeling for SYF and ahem will come true? Thankfully, so far so good, I haven't got any bad gut feeling, actually I don't even have any now. Haha. Ahem... aishah noordin, I wish yessssssssssssss ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my second try at O lvl Physics SPA, well I have to say I screwed it up as usual, because I just realised I've been reading the ammeter wrongly the whole entire TERM! I think I need to start doubting my ability in understanding physics; I mean hello? How can I make such major mistakes if I'm going to make aeroplanes next time? (okay still a dream but dreamable ok!) No wonder people say they don't want to take my plane when they know I wanna be a aerospace engineer :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I have thing burning desire to change this blogskin, because honestly, I'm just sick and tired of seeing this. Okkkkk, maybe not the background because it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the goddamn CIP project poster that I am supposed to be working on, and this is the reason why I am here to blog for you, for myself. I need to rush these posters or else the whole entire sec 4 level won't be doing CIP and I'll be killed and chased after by them. Ok, know what's even worse? I lost the whole draft. Greeeat. Now I'm draftless and posterless. Thank God I remembererd Mdm P's email, or else it really spells the end for me. I think I better get started now, or else I'll continue procrastinating til God-knows-when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, on a brighter note, I just got the news we're going to do an exchange with YCK!! Oh please let this be true, because well, we were supposed to have one two years back but I can't remember why we canceled it. Funny how things can turn out right? I'm still surprised about this whole 'fate' thing; never a believer in it. Well with the recent happenings around me, maybe it does exist. Haha though my section's still rusty. :x K la I know they already trying their best but I think the fault lies with me. :( Ok so now the note's not so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg am I really becoming more pessimistic? :o&lt;br /&gt;This is so... unlike me hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Munteng say, I think I must admit I get a little too high sometimes. I think it's because of my huge imaginative mind. Too big for my own good already, that's why I'm always irritating Mr Ang. And oddly, these situations whereby I'll get so high throughout the whole lesson will always lie on his periods. Is this a sign? But the good part of this is that I no longer fall asleep during his lessons like last year. But either way, I'm STILL NOT PAYING ATTENTION. Grr. Someone (and I do not mean aishah noordin because she gets high about the same time as I do as well) need to kick me in the chair and stop me from being too high. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I blog too much also. Must be because of my huge imaginative mind. But actually it doesn't make any difference hahaha, I'm just trying to liven up my semi-dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an eventful day, I hope everything turns out well tomorrow, and on monday, really. May my good luck and accurate gut feeling bless those that I'm concerned for and well, please let me pass SPA, because the last thing I wanna see on my O level slip is that I can't even qualify for my desired poly course, because of Physics and all, you know. I'm really tired, and really exhausted. Really worried for all these and I now believe what doc says about me being too stressed and stuff.  I need to relax, haha. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. Retail therapy sounds like a really good idea, really, except, I don't even have the ability to even afford such therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ? I went down Samsung on sunday and they STILL haven't called me regarding my stupid, inferior cheapskate quality memory card. Getting kind of pissed of by this, but maybe this is because I'm a quite impatient person, and it's okay, I'll be patient because the guy at the customer service who served me was nice and courteous and polite. And he's pretty careful with my phone so I'll give him credit for that. Anyhoo, I still haven't name my phone yet. I think I wanna name it David. But that'll mean it'll be Jasmine's brother. (Jasmine owns an Omnia) Which is, not a bad idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm spending too much time here; I need to get my poster done, my chinese workbook to be compeleted, and that list of Emaths/Amaths assignments I owe Mr Ang, and please let me be able to borrow more books because I have nothing to read now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But someone loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW HOW SWEET IS THAT. And that's from Princess Diaries. And no, I do not think reading Princess Diaries denotes me as a childish person, I'm just in touch with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt; side. LOL WHO AM I KIDDING. I'm still as boyish as ever~ Say byebye to my New Year's resolutions hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I think I watch too much drama.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: CHEER UP JOSIAH, DON'T BE UPSET OK! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4750396016449920672?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4750396016449920672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4750396016449920672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4750396016449920672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4750396016449920672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/exactly-30-days.html' title='Exactly 30 days'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6089133400791990483</id><published>2009-03-01T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:32:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagah</title><content type='html'>AND SO I GOT MY NEW PIXON M8800 PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, NOW MY MEMORY CARD'S SCREWED. WTFBBQSAUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now I'm  pissed off with this device mainly because of the stupid inferior cheapskate quality sandisk memory card, so pissed off that I'm threatening to throw my dear phone out the window. What, are you kidding me? This phone is my new baby man! Except for the fact that the memory card's screwed. Zzz! The lady at that shop better change it for me or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K actually I have no other choice but to buy a new memory card. WHAT A WASTE OF MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you gain something, you lose something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6089133400791990483?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6089133400791990483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6089133400791990483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6089133400791990483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6089133400791990483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/03/bagah.html' title='bagah'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6613309038971582978</id><published>2009-02-28T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:07:13.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a more random note,</title><content type='html'>I think one simple layout can be transformed into many different designs and honestly, I totally dig this one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos because I'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6613309038971582978?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6613309038971582978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6613309038971582978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6613309038971582978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6613309038971582978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-more-random-note.html' title='On a more random note,'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2617867118052635272</id><published>2009-02-28T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:39:41.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good things aren't meant to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, went for Talenz@HYSS. Kinda cool, especially the costumes of the chinese dancers. Second half was totally owned by the band, teehee. I really liked their die fledermaus woohoo~ and I must really learn how to play loud, just cannot seem to play loud lei. Wa sigh.. and I realised me, sinhui, shiyun &amp;amp; samuel were the only ones in school uniform. (ok samuel was in half-uni) How did the rest managed to get changed and reach there on time? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert was cool, and the place was the same as two years ago. Well, memories flow back. And damndamndamn why am I such a failure? Honestly, if I had worked harder, things might have been different, really. Just wish I had a time machine. To change everything, before I regret doing something wrong. It's scary, and I'm really afraid, really. So I'm going to really try my best, really. These reallys will have to be put into action, really. I will really do it. I really want to make it. I want to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts are always depressing (after I watched it) well, it's not the fault of the musicians, but the fault of ourselves. Honestly, if I had worked harder none of these things would've happen. But from another angle, if all these things didn't happen, I might not have met some of the nicest people around. I guess it's all about perception. Maybe I should start evaluating my life in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yingyang&lt;/span&gt; way. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Mrs Ess' lessons very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm really tired so pictures taken today and yesterday will be uploaded tomorrow, and probably I'll add on to today's entry. But honestly, I just wanted to touch on what Mrs E said. Because well, it's kind of true, and I would definitely love to be able to think like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2617867118052635272?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2617867118052635272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2617867118052635272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2617867118052635272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2617867118052635272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-goodbye.html' title='Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5258173023471101170</id><published>2009-02-25T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:35:55.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't care what you think</title><content type='html'>Today is a horrible day. Kept screwing up Chemistry SPA today, either boiling tube break halfway during boiling, or my stopwatch stopped working. I was so unlucky, but thankfully I managed to finish all the readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says I'm too stressed, and banned me from band for a week. HAH! Like I'd listen.. the competition's not very far away.. lots of things to touch up, sigh. :( Hopefully some miracle will work out but of course I'm not going to sit around and wait for miracles.. It's no use anyways, no action=no consequences. I realised many things today, including the fact that I am thankful that I have the 'luck'. For the past few weeks, I'll either misplace my handphone, watch, or wallet. And today I misplaced my waterbottle!! I was so worried about it, not because it's my precious or anything, but because I was thirsty at that point of time. So I ran all the way down to the parade square to look for that darn bottle. End up quin took it for me, thanks ^^ Lucky right? This sort of things always happen to me, but I'll always be able to find it. Hehe, maybe they're fated to be with me la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy, or drowsy, maybe because of the medicine. Can you imagine popping 6 tablets? Ok, I should count myself lucky that I'm alright with tablets.. or else it'll be hell for me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are really boring now.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Xt, you should really get yourself a tagboard, I don't know how to comment on your entries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;Cos' as long it's about me&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rocking out to this song during Chem Remedial lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5258173023471101170?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5258173023471101170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5258173023471101170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5258173023471101170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5258173023471101170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-care-what-you-think.html' title='i don&apos;t care what you think'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3727946523502200376</id><published>2009-02-22T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:09:19.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would it be a waste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I give up, or should I keep chasing pavements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it leads to nowhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, I know, but I can't help but to say those three words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i build myself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and fly around in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait then as my heart drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my back begins to tingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally could this be it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH NIGHTMARE STOP HAUNTING ME OMG. This is scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3727946523502200376?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3727946523502200376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3727946523502200376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3727946523502200376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3727946523502200376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-it-be-waste.html' title='would it be a waste?'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2007773380548547427</id><published>2009-02-22T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:07:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it.</title><content type='html'>It's already sunday (!!) and I've been slacking throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still haunted by that nightmare! Haha :(&lt;br /&gt;Maths test tomorrow, and thanks to aishahnoordin, I realised it might be emaths even though Mr A says it's A. So I'm going to revise for it. Probabilities and matrices suck! (yayaya I suck at emaths)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2007773380548547427?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2007773380548547427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2007773380548547427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2007773380548547427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2007773380548547427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/darn-it.html' title='darn it.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8416070682856103033</id><published>2009-02-21T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:23:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night (or rather this morning) I had the worst nightmare of my life. Worse than getting chased by dinosaurs, worse than not being able to play my tuba, worse than... okay you get what I mean. But the dream was about ***!! Just so.. freaky. Because after I woke up (due to the dream), I went back to sleep again (still early) and I dreamt it again!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha okay this entry also got no point, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated bday to winniefred! HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC05345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends for 6 years and counting woo~ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8416070682856103033?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8416070682856103033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8416070682856103033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8416070682856103033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8416070682856103033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3191272915917810227</id><published>2009-02-20T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:13:58.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consistent or anomalous?</title><content type='html'>Ten minutes ago I was wishing I could turn sixteen asap because I want to watch NC16 movies, but now I don't want to grow that fast. Life's too short for us to turn back and look at our past. Hehe, actually I don't know why I wrote this entry anyways. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3191272915917810227?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3191272915917810227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3191272915917810227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3191272915917810227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3191272915917810227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/consistent-or-anomalous.html' title='consistent or anomalous?'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2049637126218336829</id><published>2009-02-18T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:51:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too tired</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. and even though we've been through this so many times, nothing changed. you're still you, and i'm still me. opinions clashes and things are undone. now i'm just going to wait and see. not for long anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours back i thought things were going to be different for once, but today is just as bullshit as any other days __&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2049637126218336829?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2049637126218336829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2049637126218336829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2049637126218336829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2049637126218336829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-tired.html' title='too tired'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2216801381849529189</id><published>2009-02-16T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:34:35.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With my head down,&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes shut,&lt;br /&gt;I bowed down&lt;br /&gt;And said "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thankfully it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you didn't care, but what you did really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2216801381849529189?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2216801381849529189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2216801381849529189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2216801381849529189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2216801381849529189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-my-head-down-and-my-eyes-shut-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-130990255472686917</id><published>2009-02-15T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:24:41.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A valentines for you, or me?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all those who gave me something for Vday, really touched, teehee. :) Esp. the rose sally gave. Haha it's so pretty luh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I apologise here for what happened just now hahah :x sorry I killed the convo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the start of common tests and I don't feel anything, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye I'll go munch on my $4.20 bananas.  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-130990255472686917?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/130990255472686917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=130990255472686917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/130990255472686917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/130990255472686917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-for-you-or-me.html' title='A valentines for you, or me?'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9206315167306786124</id><published>2009-02-07T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:20:50.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9206315167306786124?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9206315167306786124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9206315167306786124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9206315167306786124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9206315167306786124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6068951097957099984</id><published>2009-02-05T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:12:17.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very sorry, realised I shouldn't have done it. Now I'm filled with regrets regrets regrets. Hate how I feel now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;52.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6068951097957099984?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6068951097957099984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6068951097957099984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6068951097957099984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6068951097957099984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-in-deep-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4640394032318393851</id><published>2009-01-27T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:34:27.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's meant to be, will always be</title><content type='html'>It's going to four soon; and I'm not a single bit tired at all; maybe it's because I slept the entire day away, thanks to not going around visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, unfortunately, had broken every single no-no on the first day of CNY. Which includes, washing of things, cleaning our house in and out, instead of visiting others, chunking down goodies :) I realise that the most important part of CNY is to gather w/ your family and enjoy the true spirit. Isn't that what everyone is talking about?? Spirit, spirit and more spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. There's so many things that I haven't discover; like my waterbottle. Yup, I'm searching for a new bottle. Seems kind of pointless, no? But it's damn hard to find something I really like ok? Those Nike ones are too common, and Adidas have funny *don't know what that is called* 'openers'? I don't know, ones that you suck out the water from. Yeah, and I don't want those plastic ones because I used to have one and it died on me very quickly :( Was quite sad because it was pretty dear to me. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly like all the others sec fours out there, my life's pretty screwed up now. Lots and &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; of homework on my desk just waiting for me to clear them; thinking that I'll have a good time after lessons, there comes remedials. After remedials I'll have to rush back for band practice. Hehe, this is really time for me to relax manz. BUT, thanks to my born-in pure laziness, embouchure = weak, weaker, weakest. Anyways I'm pretty looking forward towards practice tomorrow but I know it's going to be shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that, and well, after reading geraldine's entry, well...it's just hard for me to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cancel anyone out, I don't want to cut parts, I want everyone to have a chance to flaunt what they've got. I want everyone to play, I want everyone to have a chance to feel the adrenaline rush up there on the stage (k not that serious but,) yup, I don't want anyone to waste this opportunity and chance. And I'll still have to say this no matter you like it or not; you might think that I'm trying to make use of my authority but I will do whatever it takes to make sure the section sounds and looks good altogether, and I doubt you'd understand this, but I'm very sure in the near future (which some people might be anticipating for)you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no... that day I was in a pretty good mood, sorta, until &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck... why must we have so many parts. Haha, totally not used to it. I must remember what Mr L said that day, to motivate others we must motivate ourselves first. Heh, my new year wish is that... no mistakes is made. LOL! Impossible dream, but let's make it 99% possible. It's possible, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eons I finally stepped into J8 w/ sh and nic the other day, and no, nic stands for NICOLE, not you nicholas, just in case you start shooting me again. And there's COTTON ON!! Woohoo! Haha, and manhattan fish market! Waha, this shows how froggish I am, still stuck in my well! LOL. But I never imagined cotton on to be there LOL. But yeah, I'm glad it did, because I was getting sick of the shops at J8 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum to confiscate my card lololol. Because I spent quite a sum of moolah and I don't want to spend any more, mainly because it's my money that I'm using which = heart pain. Gonna have heart attack soon if this goes on. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept having headache throughout the whole day, to the point I thought I was having a brain tumour inside or something :x Of course, &lt;em&gt;choy&lt;/em&gt; la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my phone (W890i) committed suicide in the middle of a phone call? It's wasn't important but nevertheless, it died on me. Fullstop. Kind of predicted that to happen, but not at that time. So I'm back using my old phone, and dreaming everyday that a new one will come along. Yup, still waiting for my baby to come. Still waiting... 2 more weeks. I just hope that she'll be able to find it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 more weeks. Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4640394032318393851?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4640394032318393851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4640394032318393851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4640394032318393851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4640394032318393851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-meant-to-be-will-always-be.html' title='what&apos;s meant to be, will always be'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5162839296461914272</id><published>2009-01-24T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:31:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation</title><content type='html'>I just realised what mdm P told us what's wrong with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're too slack, hahahaha. And I realised why is this so, it's because while others have remedials we don't. Lol. :( Ok not really but we're the only Exp class with 4 remedials whereas all the other classes have them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I also just realised that this is really random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5162839296461914272?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5162839296461914272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5162839296461914272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5162839296461914272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5162839296461914272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/realisation.html' title='realisation'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-5940877520659327770</id><published>2009-01-24T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:46:01.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real easy</title><content type='html'>I realised it's really easy to find my blog through search engines like Google. Yeah, just try googling my name and you'll get my blog on the first page. Which reminds me : Yahoo search engine sucks IMHO. There's many things that Google can dig out that Yahoo cannot. Which makes google way better than yahoo :p And gmail &gt; ymail. HAHAHA. Gmail FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so you should've realised I tweaked the layout a little bit. Just a little. Changed the colours and the position of the navigation and honestly, it fits in perfectly for CNY. Well because it's all in different shades of red. It's actually pretty striking if you try reading the words because they're of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; the same colour. Oh well, I'm just too lazy to tweak anymore stuff because I'm really tired and I realised I didn't do a thing that I was supposed to do (well, made myself to do it) but I honestly can't wait to go shopping tomorrow. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holidays is never holidays until you finish your homework, so yes, I will and must finish my homework before the actual New Year (chu yi). Ok who am I kidding? I'll never be able to finish that much work in like whaaat, 1 night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is such a whore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-5940877520659327770?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/5940877520659327770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=5940877520659327770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5940877520659327770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/5940877520659327770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-easy.html' title='real easy'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8661541668819612745</id><published>2009-01-23T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:49:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha goodbye !</title><content type='html'>Hehehe, hello people, I know I haven't been blogging for sooooooo looooong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this year's New Year is not like new year can? I have so many homework left undone, and common tests comes two weeks after the New Year, not forgetting all the class tests that I missed when I was gone on Wednesday and Thursday. Boohoo, crazy life manzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh we played Ponyo on Monday! Hehehe damn fun la, so cute the melody. AND BEST OF ALL TUBA ALSO GOT MANY PARTS TO PLAY :D Ok not the melody though, but still got some nice melodic phrases hahaha :) Damn damn damn cool but we're not touching the song anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty boring right now, okay except that I got alot of work to do every single day. Hahahaha and band's making me even worse :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't got my CNY clothes yetttttt. Bummmerrrrrrrr. But I did saw a few stuff that I like la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today was a horrible day. But I was pretty pleased with myself on my chinese compo because (surprisingly) my mind started working for a while but then it stopped for a while, and my mind was going on and off, off and on. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to do but I keep feeling that I don't have enough time. Actually, to think about it, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have alot of time, like time I spent writing this entry, well I just wasted them on something that is not-so-constructive. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And January's ending soon! It's real quick isn't it? Soon it'll be Speech Day, followed by the end of March, and the SYF and MYEs. Freaky. And in June, I'll take my O lvl CL paper. Hopefully I'll get a 1 for it :) Scary. Ok actually I'm just freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a horrible day. I just don't understand why to you it's already so tough when I'm making things even harder for myself and not you? It's already your last chance and you don't seem to even cherish it a single bit. Will it kill you to just work hard for something for once? Instead of lazing around and thinking miracles can happen. If you can do that on your studies, why not do it in this? Zzz and honestly, I'd rather you prove me wrong than to prove me right by not practising. (since you said I can't do it, then prove me!) I don't mind if you hate me, because I'm not here for you to like me anyways. To me, only music and tuba matter most :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Bride Wars because it looks so funny, and Changeling because it looks gooood. And not forgetting The Curious case of Benjamin Button. HAHAHAHA. I didn't know that Brad Pitt could act such characters. Like...so not him I guess. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, life is so boring, so tag me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8661541668819612745?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8661541668819612745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8661541668819612745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8661541668819612745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8661541668819612745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/aloha-goodbye.html' title='Aloha goodbye !'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4183027029778236961</id><published>2009-01-15T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:21:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zzz you don't know how much I hate it when you do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, forever typical.&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/5461476170710987513-4183027029778236961?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4183027029778236961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4183027029778236961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4183027029778236961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4183027029778236961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzz-you-dont-know-how-much-i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6806197260088515486</id><published>2009-01-14T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:16:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bananana.</title><content type='html'>Homework keeps piling up EVERY single day! It's so depressing! It's only like what, the third day of the second week of the year and I'm already suffocated and dying soon lol~ This is crazy manz. Now I can fully understand how it feels like to be coming to CCA late, and having to handle so many things at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel pretty embarrassed about what happen just now. I must've looked like an idiot with my super messy hair and reddish eyes. I'm so sorry for those people in the same room as me at that time and I really didn't mean it manz. :( Maybe because I'm such a ******* :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh, why do I feel so helpless? Sigh. And I know you hate me lah can.&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/5461476170710987513-6806197260088515486?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6806197260088515486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6806197260088515486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6806197260088515486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6806197260088515486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/bananana.html' title='bananana.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8224044755518533642</id><published>2009-01-12T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:27:31.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoohoo!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday sally booby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll see this lol, but wishing you anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, aiyo, how can I forget manz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SINHUI!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed your 16 little cakes. AND FLOUR. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level results release was today. In approx. 11 months later, it's going to be my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. It's quite freaky really, like we're all awaiting for the top scorers list and hoping that our name will appear on it. I was almost hyperventilating (haha exaggerated)because it actually does feel abit like I was the one going to collect it manz. But the atmosphere (to me) just doesn't seem to be heavy enough. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was horrible. Period~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's time for more work and less talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8224044755518533642?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8224044755518533642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8224044755518533642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8224044755518533642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8224044755518533642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoohoo.html' title='Whoohoo!'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1003041336374916998</id><published>2009-01-11T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:59:50.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've always hope that things would go the way I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1003041336374916998?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1003041336374916998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1003041336374916998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1003041336374916998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1003041336374916998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1216400834399567478</id><published>2009-01-09T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:47:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You who know it best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only those people&lt;br /&gt;Who smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;Who are nice to you&lt;br /&gt;People who steps back and let you pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they start stabbing you&lt;br /&gt;With every sentence, every word&lt;br /&gt;Laughing while you suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to all smiles and niceness?&lt;br /&gt;No, it's because you're two-faced&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, two faced.&lt;br /&gt;I only pray that karma will do its job this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sec 4 stinks. Alot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to pay 20bucks 4jey! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1216400834399567478?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1216400834399567478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1216400834399567478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1216400834399567478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1216400834399567478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-who-know-it-best.html' title='You who know it best'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8502860393683398747</id><published>2009-01-05T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:45:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus on weekdays</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, but you'll probably only see new entries up here during the weekend. I will try to update though :p &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(MUAHAHA BECAUSE ALOT OF PEOPLE SURVIVE BY READING THIS BLOG RIGHT HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt; Because the mighty O's are here already! (well, going to) and I cannot buck down! :o (nonsensical lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't think staying away from the computer will help me get any more hardworking than I am now (which is not...hardworking) because there'll be remedials &lt;em&gt;everyday&lt;/em&gt; from next week onwards! Oh the &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;, I can't wait for it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, "How can I &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be hardworking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to physics, and I know it's late now. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8502860393683398747?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8502860393683398747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8502860393683398747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8502860393683398747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8502860393683398747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiatus-on-weekdays.html' title='Hiatus on weekdays'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7253539145226408858</id><published>2009-01-04T07:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:07:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my holy!</title><content type='html'>I hear BIRDS! This means morning. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I broke my own record, and now this is the latest I've ever been up to. And I'm not fully tired but yeah, I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching HYD2, still on the first episode, but only because it loads so damn sloooowwwwwwww. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw rui still looks so cute! HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY YAMAMOTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok good"night". Ciaos! (oh man I gotta stop sleeping so late)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7253539145226408858?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7253539145226408858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7253539145226408858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7253539145226408858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7253539145226408858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-holy.html' title='Oh my holy!'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-763397800023948934</id><published>2009-01-04T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:45:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>I apologise for blogging too frequently but I think since I have the chance to stay up til this time, why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised many people have already done their New Year Resolutions and I haven't done mine...., so let's get it done now, since I have the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curse lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop behaving like a boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For once, be serious and study real hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop getting distracted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop spending money unnecessarily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop throwing curses around like spit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop cursing like a boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop behaving like a boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY WITH A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAKE&lt;/span&gt; I SAY, A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not forgetting, fulfil every resolution here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, my resolutions. I shall use this as a guideline on how to live this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 2009, May You be a better year than 2008, and may you allow me to celebrate my birthday with no worries of the mighty O and P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP no longer stands for Ocean Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;It means : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; levels&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/P&lt;/span&gt;relims :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious people serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people can lie so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I could do that too,&lt;br /&gt;You, my greatest sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-763397800023948934?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/763397800023948934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=763397800023948934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/763397800023948934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/763397800023948934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-38913982916481704</id><published>2009-01-04T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:30:09.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing stuff for band is always tough on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shock to see a hunch-backed me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down with 5 posters, now to work on the flyers... hohohum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-38913982916481704?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/38913982916481704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=38913982916481704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/38913982916481704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/38913982916481704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-back-aches.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-846133047093559055</id><published>2009-01-04T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:23:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sleeping partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SV-QDjyC5rI/AAAAAAAAABA/6TVr98g0nmo/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SV-QDjyC5rI/AAAAAAAAABA/6TVr98g0nmo/s320/DSC01979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287102878375405234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I haven't name her yet, but thanks alot Shermaine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. But she's smelly so she's taking a bath sooon x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-846133047093559055?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/846133047093559055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=846133047093559055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/846133047093559055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/846133047093559055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-sleeping-partner.html' title='My new sleeping partner'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SV-QDjyC5rI/AAAAAAAAABA/6TVr98g0nmo/s72-c/DSC01979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1395024076646772171</id><published>2009-01-03T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:55:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to grow up</title><content type='html'>First day of school was a blast hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty excited to go school on that day, but as usual, took the bus and walked to school. Nothing much in the morning really, was chatting throughout with Sally and Wenyi about holidays etc. HAHAHA. The only good thing to be doing morning duty in the morning is to miss the attire check. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to class, woah!! Haha, we took over 5H! Really cool classroom, it's already decorated for us! Hee, like what Mr Ang had said, no need to redecorate it already! HAHA. And there was this picture of donovan on Mun Teng's desk LOLOLOL. I shall start pasting stuff on my desk too :p The whole day was pretty slack really, and I'm the new class treasurer. LOL, actually I just wrote my name down cos no one came and volunteered for the position :x Haha for fun only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting w/ Aishah again woohoo! Haha was really afraid that Mr A will change our seat :s But heng never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many changes to this year's sec 4s! Now we have to study for Mid year, not like the previous batch where there isn't any MYE to study for, and we're already separated into different bandings for History, English and Chinese! I already knew what banding I got into for History and CL, but not English. I think I'll get into the last banding manzzzz. My english sucks! (can see right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get over the fact that I'm a sec 4 student now. No more slacking or joking around, everything's all about the future. I can't wait to get over and done with the O's I really can't. It's pretty exciting to me I guess, maybe for now. :x But yeah, whatever happens next year will be the result of this year. So I better start becoming the nerd that I should be (zul and aishah says I'm nerdy!! :( ) and start bucking up whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, during mrs ess lesson, I realised somthing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is different from what they look like. Just because they look like this doesn't mean that they're this kind of people. Like just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I suck at games and driving or maths. I could be good at maths ok! And just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't do stuff that guys do ok! Like engineering (mum says these jobs are for guys) ok! Alright I don't really do guys stuff and I don't really want to do engineering but that's just an example. Hahaha. Just a random thought though. Actually I've mistaken alot of people in the past :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I'm not nerdy ok! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and we can bring handphones now! Woohoo! Happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally finished my chinese homework. It's 20 pages long ok! And that's because I was lazy to do the first few during the holidays last year and thus, the suffering I had to go through today. But it was well worth it, because it's a start to HARDCORE MUGGING! Hardcore mugging FTW manzzzzz. ^V^  Now I just need to recuit members into my hardcore muggers team now... Register at my tagboard please! Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just hit 400 visitors today! Woohoo! :d So many people reads my blog! :o&lt;br /&gt;Just 19,600 more visitors to be like XX. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to design band flyers for promotion purposes. Wa sianzzz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk&lt;br /&gt;To think I'd even miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1395024076646772171?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1395024076646772171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1395024076646772171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1395024076646772171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1395024076646772171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-grow-up.html' title='Time to grow up'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3406494696990485762</id><published>2009-01-01T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:34:36.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamarie (:</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's new year celebration is especially special for me lah :) So happy!! This is my first time 'counting down' with my friends, like physically with them!! HAHAHAHA. Damn fun laughing outside the HDB office while waiting for Sinhui, and the weird stares we got from passing by strangers ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok I shall not bore you guys with too many words. Enjoy this day because tomorrow's the start of school! Oh great oh great, time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I shall reflect upon last year in a short sweet paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy that I have lived through 2008 with no fatal injuries and also no emotional injuries. It's pretty fun actually :D There's definitely ups and downs be it on studies, friendship or family matters. It's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And when life throws you lemons, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make lemonade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it back because it's free :x So make good use of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's going to be my 'motto' this year. No matter how tough life might be for the next few months, I will not give up! HEE. I'll be like the YOKECHING EXPRESS and full speed ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okokok my new year's resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I later then do :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3406494696990485762?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3406494696990485762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3406494696990485762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3406494696990485762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3406494696990485762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinnamarie.html' title='Cinnamarie (:'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3599201068253280517</id><published>2008-12-28T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:45:46.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am down with gastric flu and fever and I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry about yesterday ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I have a purple mangosteen with me... that'll be great (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3599201068253280517?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3599201068253280517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3599201068253280517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3599201068253280517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3599201068253280517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-down-with-gastric-flu-and-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3848899916993484415</id><published>2008-12-26T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:10:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I guess, yes, maybe I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; expecting something in return, but it was definitely not what you thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe, I might have to thank you for all you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3848899916993484415?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3848899916993484415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3848899916993484415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3848899916993484415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3848899916993484415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2291626118984023377</id><published>2008-12-26T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:50:57.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me a break&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it? Getting all so upset?&lt;br /&gt;Does bringing me down make you any happier than you are now?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you see, that all I wanted was to contribute that little much&lt;br /&gt;And praying so hard that one day it'll pay off&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it I ask&lt;br /&gt;Being so nice to me when you speak evil of me behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just drop a message for me,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll just disappear from your life?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you like it more that you never knew me before?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the time is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2291626118984023377?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2291626118984023377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2291626118984023377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2291626118984023377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2291626118984023377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-let-me-go.html' title='Just let me go'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4381276559435861276</id><published>2008-12-26T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:58:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too hard to bear, and too huge to hide</title><content type='html'>Actually, I don't remember why I decided to write and entry here. But I am going off soon because there's band practice at 9AM tomorrow T_T Sheesh, but we need it ohyes we do! Especially ME. Lol I really hate what I am now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about sad stuff eh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I went huayi on tuesday right? Hahaha, yup a few of us (really few, only 4) went to Huayi to sit down for practice. Well I guess the reason why I wanted to go HY so badly is so that I can &lt;strike&gt;use their tubas&lt;/strike&gt;at least have some practice before I slack during the holidays! (confirm one what, who doesn't slack?) :p Hahaha but I repaid it back by practising some Arban exercises on my mouthpiece just to warm up a little bit. Zzz I really need to buck up or else I'll really leave this school with nothing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made my spectacles on Wednesday! Which was, really cool because I didn't really like the pair I'm wearing because it's really last minute (because I dropped mine while kayaking back to shore during OBS) Haha this reminds me of the good times at OBS man. Good times, good times. I can't believe what I said came true, one moment I was saying that, and the next it just "blop" and sank into the waters :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, welcome back JEP students! HEEHEE. Hope you guys enjoyed your two weeks there! I'm sure you guys did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh not forgetting I ordered a few threadless tees (they were having a sale so why not?) and they sent me an email saying that they've already shipped it over! Wheee I can't wait to see them! HAHAHAHA. Yay one wish striked! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND AISHAH! WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET OUR AIRWALK BAGS TOGETHER! ROAR! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooooooooo I want my airwalk bag hahaha. My current bag is not going to survive the next three months :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this entry is starting to get really materialistic. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Happy boxing day! :p (it IS today right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the 4th anniversary of the tsunami if I'm not wrong? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 minute of silence please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't try to sit on my seat if your ass if not big enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4381276559435861276?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4381276559435861276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4381276559435861276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4381276559435861276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4381276559435861276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-hard-to-bear-and-too-huge-to-hide.html' title='Too hard to bear, and too huge to hide'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7242591332141267221</id><published>2008-12-25T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:44:37.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SVKAdUT4vCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5-Kbv6W4Xxg/s1600-h/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SVKAdUT4vCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5-Kbv6W4Xxg/s320/DSC01907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283426554015693858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello here! It's seasons greetings from Yoke Ching and &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; huayi's tuba! HAHAHA. Okay I sneaked in a picture while we packed up on tuesday ok? Can't help it, I was more than happy to play a new tuba :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooo, it's Christmas today! And my dad's birthday! HAHAHA. So most probably going to celebrate with my family as usual :p Sadly my dad's sick so yeah let's hope he gets better later! Heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all! Hohoho! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christopher wants a companion so I'm going to be nice by advertising for him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7242591332141267221?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7242591332141267221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7242591332141267221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7242591332141267221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7242591332141267221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SVKAdUT4vCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5-Kbv6W4Xxg/s72-c/DSC01907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6920985208871001186</id><published>2008-12-21T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:33:14.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YCKSB Christmas Entry</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU054ExH52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xls5em6Xwgk/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU054ExH52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xls5em6Xwgk/s320/DSC01897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281941573490698082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you'd guessed it. It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YCKSB Christmas Concert 2008&lt;/span&gt; WHICH, happens to be on 18th December &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every year&lt;/span&gt;, and it's at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;victoria concert hall&lt;/span&gt;. Standard issue mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met XT at the MRT station at 3pm. Bumped into xiaohui on 86 also! So qiao right? She was going to meet the other horny people to collect their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horny fan club &lt;/span&gt;t-shirts! (jealous jealous) EH SHIYUN WHEN WE GOING TO HAVE OURS HUH? HOT PINK EH? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Japanese foodcourt @ Yishun to eat! Had salmon omelette rice this time x) And she had unagi version. Then we went to watch Little Miss and Mister show which was the gayest shit I've ever seen. I mean, how do those people even see where they're going with that costume on? And I wonder what's their pay because it's so gay HAHAHA. Ok enough of insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained down to city hall to walk around and XT brought me to... some ice-cream shop which I forgot the name. It was on the television before! (dou shi da fa xian)! HAHA the one where you order your ice cream with topping and they'll mix for you! And I ordered strawberry cream + mango jelly! Heee it's very delicious! And XT ordered coffee + some french biscuit (I can't remember -.- but I know it was on TV too!) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02630.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought a flower for our dear clarinetist! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around Raffles City for the millionth time and after JJ and XT kindly reminded me that the concert starts at 7pm (I THOUGHT IT STARTS AT 7.30PM!) we walked to VCH. (reason being I forgot how to go there from Raffles Place station  -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOW~ (On our way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our tickets and followed Samuel, Jyh Harng, Jia Jun and all their friends up to the upper deck to sit. Oooh I never sat on the top deck before! (actually it's because I always thought only VIPs get to sit up there) Damn cool, can see the entire band and the five shiny tubas glowing at the audience x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the competition band (heard from winniefred) and they play like O_O. They played a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheeem&lt;/span&gt; song which I (obviously) do not understand, but really, it's not bad! Quite nice really, except the fucking bass covered almost the whole band everytime they come in T_T What do you expect from 5 TUBA BOYS AND TWO STRINGBASS BOY/GIRL! :( So sad, so sad. I want to play as loud as them also! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore all the tuba boys all tall and big. Like twice my size or something. Of course sound will be like, 10 times louder than mine la! However, I think it's also because VCH very echo-y so they sound loud! Teehee living in denial :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC02637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shinier&lt;/span&gt; version of YCKSB :p Like the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; twilight&lt;/span&gt; version of them or something x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I sat beside this guy who kept commenting on the band to his little brother, like "Why does this band take so long to tune?". Dude, just stfu and watch the concert ok? I believe the band wants to get their intonation to the best that's why they kept tuning. And they did not take a long time to tune. You just came in late. That's why you'd think they tune very long okay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During intermission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC05342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC05342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xt, winnie, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC05345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC05345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xt, me, winnie, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ronny&lt;/span&gt; (haha I kept laughing whenever the TIC say that during the concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After intermission, we changed seat because I didn't want to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert after-thoughts: I need to go jump down a building and commit suicide. Maybe it's the best for everyone :p Because after listening to Wilson Suite (though I still prefered the previous one played last year also by the same guy if I'm not wrong) and that song for Tuba with Marimba, wah I want die man. And to somebody who made fun of me after the song : yalayala I cannot play...yet. :p Just wait and see~! Yup, and he dedicated a song to the band! AND GUESS WHAT SONG IS IT?!?! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FNUGG BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!!! Omg omg omg my jaws literally dropped until it cannot be dropped any further when I heard that name. And it happened that Christopher showed me the video whereby some tuba guy (I wanted to buy his album!) played fnugg blue and starting beatboxing in it a few days back!! Haha coincidence man! The world is just too small! x) Wah I swear to whoever is outside my house that I am going to be even serious from now on and start playing LOUD! I mean, like those guys! YEAH! (darn it I'm starting to become damn hyper like Christopher liao zz -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the second half of the concert, the worst possible thing happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't just go out in the middle of the concert and miss out on all the fun! Besides I lost my ticket so if I go out I cannot come in again! Zzz. So I bear with it. Right after the teacher I/C say it's the end of the concert, wah I immediately chiong out of the hall and go down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the toilet was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! Me and XT had to walk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/span&gt; to the Macdonalds JUST to go to the toilet. And when I finally got hold of the toilet after waiting a century for the stupid Mac staff to finish her business, I COULDN'T FLUSH THE GODDAMN TOILET. And heard from XT there was this fucking impatient bitch who couldn't spend 5minutes of her life for a person to finish her business knocking on the toilet door! Ah fuck! Try flushing the toilet for me lah! If I were as inconsiderate as you, I would've left the toilet in its original state (mind you, I wiped the seat a few times and I still bothered flushing the toilet bowl which was full of toilet paper from all the wiping ok!) for YOU. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO TAKE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz bloody singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we walked back to VCH because I wanted to take a bus, and also because we don't know where's the stupid Raffles Place MRT, and we sat at the bus stop for 15 minutes because we missed the previous bus. And on the bus we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Xiao Qiang!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. My first time seeing a cockroach on a bus also. So many first times in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally reached peaceful ang mo kio. Parents fetched me home and on the way, I saw a few YCKSB members! HAHA DAMN COOL LA I ALSO WANT TO EAT AT MACS AFTER CONCERT AND REACH HOME AT LIKE, 1AM OR SOMETHING! I remembered after our concert, we finished unloading at 11 and I went home immediately and slept at 12! So sad! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday I went Huayi with a few others to practice with them because sectionals was cancelled zzz. And I played Die Fledermaus for the first time! :D Damn cool, and the HY band is really loud! I mean really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; loud! But the tuba section still cannot compete with YCK one la, but then again, they have five tubas. -.- Hahaha so anyways, throughout the whole practice, Christopher kept blasting -_- I think he's mad or something, a guy full of crazy ideas. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I took 52 home! Damn cool! Sat for like an hour plus! I really like listening to my ipod and having long bus rides :) Really, really cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(chants to self)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUST PLAY LOUD, MUST PLAY LOUD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh did you know the world is really small? I got another proof! Marcus, who was playing the first clarinet in the concert if I'm not wrong, happens to be Winniefred's friend (duh) who also happens to be the neighbour of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;samuel!&lt;/span&gt; And samuel happens to be my junior and Winnie happens to be my friend and Marcus happens to know, well, my name. HAHA THE WORLD IS SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DARN&lt;/span&gt; SMALL! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last but not least, my act-cute dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right? He even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeps&lt;/span&gt; like a DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha okay I will stop here. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; Eh Jia Jun my entry longer than yours lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6920985208871001186?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6920985208871001186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6920985208871001186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6920985208871001186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6920985208871001186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/ycksb-christmas-entry.html' title='YCKSB Christmas Entry'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU054ExH52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xls5em6Xwgk/s72-c/DSC01897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3128844309621843267</id><published>2008-12-21T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:37:17.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARLOW SIR, I'M SORWEE TO BORDER EEU, BUT DOES TIS BELON TO EEU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU04RJ_pNhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6uWhcr0OgvI/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU04RJ_pNhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6uWhcr0OgvI/s320/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281939805367252498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! Lost and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tank Eeu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3128844309621843267?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3128844309621843267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3128844309621843267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3128844309621843267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3128844309621843267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/SU04RJ_pNhI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6uWhcr0OgvI/s72-c/DSC01844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9194819849665448906</id><published>2008-12-20T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:28:12.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it was never meant to be mine&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9194819849665448906?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9194819849665448906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9194819849665448906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9194819849665448906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9194819849665448906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-it-was-never-meant-to-be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8928280522225439151</id><published>2008-12-18T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:51:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it last</title><content type='html'>Am really grateful today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, really, even though I am not a Christian, but yeah, thank You for so many things that I feel guilty for not cherishing but yeah, thank you so much! :D Haha, and thanks guys, for cheering me up. It's like, I'm losing weight after all that loss of water :D MUAHAHA SO HAPPY! :D I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bursting&lt;/span&gt; with happiness wheeee! :) (which explains all the expressions in this paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's practice, was well, yeah. I don't know, but I feel that even though I'm trying to play louder, but my sound/tone quality is getting shittier. Like I'm blowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; out. I really don't want to leave this school with this kind of playing skill man. I still want to continue playing!! I miss my seniors... (random but yeah I really do) Sigh it really sucks to be the one who has to lead, who has to guide, I want to be the one being guided, I want to be the one following.. but yeah, you grow old and you get bigger responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's YCK concert already! Hahaha I really don't know what to wear tomorrow! RAH I'm thinking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escaping!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The great escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah how could I ever miss out on my dear friend's concert HUH? HUH? HUH? Lol :)&lt;br /&gt;Yay I can't wait to go! Xt you damn bad man, wear dress :( SO FORMAL LA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going 3am now and I'm still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the euphonium solo in 7th night of July! (weird how I always type something after I say ciaos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8928280522225439151?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8928280522225439151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8928280522225439151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8928280522225439151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8928280522225439151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-it-last.html' title='Keep it last'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6433886395802941780</id><published>2008-12-17T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:58:55.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it best</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog about somebody but I decided not to because it ain't very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Huiwen's blog on the SYF period(last year) and ahhhhh I srsly miss SYF ALOT. LOL funny I say this  because SYF's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next year!!!&lt;/span&gt; But reading her entries sure let me relive the experience again! :D (okay I know all my sentences are really broken (like broken english) but my brain is like 20% functioning so yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I really am. It's really scary because suddenly I can't remember how I felt at this moment two years back. I don't know how I managed to get over this obstacle. I can't remember how did we get it done nicely. I can't remember ANYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad really. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; It's 2.55 AM now and there's band at 10! :O  But I just want to mentioned I heard saxophone/horn playing music in YCKSS when I went down to buy stuff. And funnily enough, I purposely went to their back gate and stood there for like 10minutes. LOL. And there was this auntie who walked past and she kept staring at me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S/S:&lt;/span&gt; I really like the way Karen Carpenter pronounce her words. Very nice. And accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6433886395802941780?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6433886395802941780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6433886395802941780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6433886395802941780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6433886395802941780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-it-best.html' title='You know it best'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1352703241943905402</id><published>2008-12-15T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:07:20.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Sin :(</title><content type='html'>I feel really... distant. Like, really far away from everything. It's weird because usually there's a cause for such feeling but I just feel.. distant. From anything, everything. It feels... empty. Yikes, scary word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I feel weird feeling like this  because everything's fine in my life. I guess it's because I've been living a life with no aim/goal. It's really scary and it's actually starting to freak me out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I guess that's why they call this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sadly unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I guess that's why they call this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fate and fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Its getting hard to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But even harder to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And tell me now darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is this how we thought love was meant to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing a quote from ShiYun's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;" id="line559"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;忍一时风平浪静， 退一步海阔天空。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1352703241943905402?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1352703241943905402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1352703241943905402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1352703241943905402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1352703241943905402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/greatest-sin.html' title='Greatest Sin :('/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1740227138479429888</id><published>2008-12-14T03:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:43:18.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom only helps you to say, "Goodbye".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; The Carpenters - I need to be in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really meaningful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pei Xin Concert Band IMPREZZO V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01803.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad quality picture :/ Well, it's afterall coming out from a handphone camera and I had to zoom the picture in or else you won't be able to see it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I've to say, WHY DIDN'T MY MOTHER SIGN ME UP FOR THIS SCHOOL INSTEAD!?!?!?! TBH, since young I've always wanted to join a performing CCA but NO, because the ones we had in MFPS is either too expensive (string ensemble) or not to my liking (chinese orchestra). No offense to members from those CCAs, but I wanted to join a CCA which played those classical symphonies I always listen to (well, partly because I had no idea how to switch stations). YEAH, SO IF MY MOTHER HAD PUT ME INTO PEIXIN, I WOULD'VE AT LEAST KNOW THAT THERE'S SUCH THING AS A CONCERT BAND. And yes, I only realised that there's such thing as concert band when I came to MFSS. And it probably explains why I didn't choose what I wanted to play. Well, at that point of time those instrument srsly look alien to me so yeah T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE THIS CONCERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except a few songs though, but I really love the solos! Especially the one by that Euphonium guy (I RECORDED IT WHEE!) and that Russel Gabriel guy's alto and soprano's solos in both Ross Roy and I need to be in love. Oh gosh I'm starting to fall in love. (with the songs and not the dude!) I'm extremely envious of them for being able to get involved with the wonders of music at such a young age (haha this sounds corny) but yeeeahhh, it was really good. I'm going to upload what I've recorded today and put it here tomorrow or somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really liked the songs, however I felt that some songs could have been played a little differently. I guess it's because different people have different views on how a piece of music should be like, kind of like art. Subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a number of pictures but I'm just going to show you the best/my favourites so far :D Heeeheeee, finally, some pictures for my blog readers! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEAST ON IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russel Gabriel M Asio's soprano sax solo in Ross Roy. He played damn well la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some percussion boys breakdancing while they played Instant Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whole Pei Xin band (on the screen). BUT LOOK WHO'S DANCING?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet once again, the Kenny-G-to-be Russel's famous 'I need to be in love' alto saxophone solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://i457.photobucket.com/albums/qq295/safetypin/DSC01826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who can forget? An after-concert photo of us. Yeah I edited it so it'll look more... artsy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's not all folks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow I'm going to NYJC's concert! To see Josiah perform. (hopefully) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, during one of the songs tonight, I don't know why, but my mind started to wander off and I was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there actually something worth more than money??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! I don't know if it's because I'm dumb or what, but I realised what I'm hearing now is worth way more than money! It's actually priceless! :D Isn't it cool? Wow. I feel like I was born to be related to music or something. HAHAHA. OF COURSE I'M NOT! IF I am, by any chance, I would've become some piano prodigy or something! So yeah, I was just thinking, and this thought brought me even further, like how well we play our instrument is all about how much hardwork we've put in, not how old we are. And I realised even though I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; young *coughs* I'm actually a fucking lazy bitch. :( So saddening right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I remembered someone asking me whether I was the principal player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my answer for you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not the principal player!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't think I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing those 12 year olds playing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyways,  I don't even see myself as that before. I'm rather shocked when you asked because that had never come up in my mind before. Hahahaha, okay, for the millionth time, I WILL PRACTICE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 12 year olds can play Abba Gold so well. What about me? I think I'm worser than their worst player there! Gosh this is so depressing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should probably all go fail O levels or something and restart primary school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I have a chance to do so,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drag you along muahahaha :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so totally&lt;/span&gt; forgotten to mention about where we went for dinner today. It was at this new mall, where they had this fucking awesome Japanese-themed food court, and their food is so fucking expensive yet sososo awesome! Okay so they're not the best I've tasted, but they ARE in SINGAPORE!! So yeah, this place rocks to the maxzxzxz. Trust my taste, I'm a darn bloody fussy eater. Oh I forgot to mention they sell Japanese biscuits/sweets/gummies/can drinks there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAYYYY!&lt;/span&gt; You can't find them anywhere else! They even sell the gummy that I've been looking for! Sadly it's fucking expensive (like I've said). But still, it's like my total food paradise or something. I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo totally&lt;/span&gt; love Japanese food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S/S:&lt;/span&gt; It's going 5 soon and I'm still wide awake. However, I can feel that my body's asking for a break soon. Cos it's aching badly now. And I'm typing away on the keyboard (makes so much noise) in the middle of the night. Okay so I shall go sleep! :D And I'm saying this because I'm afraid that I'll be late for tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1740227138479429888?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1740227138479429888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1740227138479429888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1740227138479429888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1740227138479429888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom-only-helps-you-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Freedom only helps you to say, &quot;Goodbye&quot;.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8703985214823542801</id><published>2008-12-13T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:48:24.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not where you are, it's who you are</title><content type='html'>I realised my blog is extremely lengthy. Or is it because I've never seen a blog that is lengthier than mine? HAHA, I think coming here is like going for the "silent reading" session because all you see is words here man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later I'm going to Peixin concert with the band members, and honestly, I think I'm officially a bum. :( Thanks to a few days staying at home, I'm really outside-sick. Hopefully I won't melt when I go out later. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threadless' having a sale now! There are tees from USD$5 onwards, which means it's &lt;strong&gt;shopping time!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha but the $5 tees are obviously, not as nice as the $10 and $15 ones, and even those nice $5 ones are ALL SOLD OUT. Roar, hopefully they'll get the reprints! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I get distracted easily as well. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be the same no matter where you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8703985214823542801?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8703985214823542801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8703985214823542801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8703985214823542801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8703985214823542801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-where-you-are-its-who-you-are.html' title='It&apos;s not where you are, it&apos;s who you are'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-7671968715613432754</id><published>2008-12-13T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:07:43.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back, walking forward</title><content type='html'>Even though these days are really mundane but the time that I had really sets me off thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I really living the life that I wanted to live?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I really cherishing what I have?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there a need to change what I am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe all of us have pondered over such questions from time to time. And I guess this is my time to do that. Hahaha, but honestly, even though I did thought about all these, but my brain just couldn't think any further so I stopped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, am I cherishing what I have now? Every time I think about what I have and what I want, I feel quite guilty actually. What's the use of having so many luxuries when well, in the end, you find yourself being upset most of the time? I believe that no matter what gift you received this coming Christmas could not make you any happier than being with your own family members and friends, and celebrating with them. I mean, even if you're Paris Hilton (who has whatever she wants), I'm sure you'll feel really upset when you have nothing more than your superficial, materialistic wants. Sigh, but who doesn't want the newest Ipod Nano? Who doesn't want a cute LG KF350 (which is, btw, a baby pink phone also known as the 'ice cream' phone)? Who doesn't want to sit at Starbucks drinking their favourite frapp while chatting on their Macbook? I mean I'm sure there's lots of people who wants all these experience, of having luxuries and such. Even I want it. :) But so what if you have all these items? Does it really make you any happier? Does it really make you a better person? Will it make you happy for life? Or would you rather have the company of your friends and family? I feel that having the trust of your friends and family and knowing that you can trust them makes me happy. Well, it's really hard to find such people and I believe we should totally treasure them for the happiness they have brought to our lives heee :D  (okay I know this sentence is abit no-link because of the proverbs but I don't know how I should put them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to live a life with nothing to do, no aims or goals and no one to share our feelings with. I don't think anyone could even survive a life like that. But at the same time, life is never fair and sometimes we're just stuck in what we're doing now. For example, you hold an office job, 9-5, and you had never imagined yourself doing things like that. It's so fucking boring! I thought about this when I came across an article about choosing between JC and Poly. I guess my main worry for choosing Poly is that will I enjoy what I do a few years later? What if the course I chose is not what I really liked? What if a course that I dislike become the course that I really wanted to do? I was born a fickled-minded person and I guess that explains why I can't do firm decisions sometimes. Yet in a JC, will I enjoy that mugger sort of lifestyle they have in there? Or will I have the best time in my life? What if I end up doing extremely badly for A's and I can't get in Uni? I guess in the end, no matter what you choose, it's all about the money. Money, money, money. Nowadays, you can't really do what you love without worrying about how much you're going to get paid. Like for example, in Singapore, how hard is it to be a musician? TBH, I think it's extremely hard to get good pays in such industries unless you know a few people. Yeah, you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm starting to digress because I'm getting distracted hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to my first and third point. Do I like how I'm living now? Actually, my answer will still be a yes. The last time I asked myself the same question, which was on my birthday, my answer was a yes, because even though there were no cakes and I did not get to celebrate with everyone, but I still felt that same happiness through the sms-es all of them sent to me. I'm really blessed man! :D Haha, it's true that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the smallest things make a person happy.&lt;/span&gt; Because I'm really happy hahaha.  Is there really a need to change my life? Hmm, I really don't know the answer to this question, because well, even though I'm really happy with my life, I still want to change a few things in my life. I guess that's improving life? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that how we feel now is how we want ourselves to feel. You might say it's living in denial but I beg to differ. Well, there can be many different perspectives in happiness and sadness, but I think that if we change our perspective on the same subject/object, we would feel differently. I guess it's all about how you view matters, like how a movie which is supposed to be sad, could actually be a happy one if we view it in another angle. I think all those 'blessings in disguise' happens when you view a situation from another angle. It's like the last example that I've shown. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, start &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thinking positively!&lt;/span&gt; And smile more because no one likes to see moping people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnart: &lt;/span&gt;THAT SUCKS! Why did they block that site? -.- I thought they'd block tagboards instead, like the library. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine:&lt;/span&gt; Wah you say my blog very boring isit?? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda:&lt;/span&gt; Replied! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine:&lt;/span&gt; Just now say my blog's boring, NOW SPELL MY NAME WRONGLY. You want cold war isit? LOL. Jkjk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-7671968715613432754?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/7671968715613432754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=7671968715613432754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7671968715613432754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/7671968715613432754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-walking-forward.html' title='Looking back, walking forward'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-3098076613338426611</id><published>2008-12-12T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:34:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars make us stronger for life</title><content type='html'>I feel accomplished today because I finally followed my To-Do list and I managed to get some things done :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just conclude what I did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practise tuba (HAHA I kept slacking halfway though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my arse up and went to buy my lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did some Amaths sums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not very much.. but for a sloth like me (hee) it's quite a huge accomplishment already :D Okayokay I know, it's really little lah. There's more on my list actually, but I decided that it's either unnecessary or I just don't want to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go study tomorrow.. well TBH I really have no idea what to study anymore. It's like, this whole year's worth of knowledge is already thrown away into my sub-conscious. :/ So anyways it's cancelled so I'd better find some stuff to do before I start wasting my life away. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how sometimes you feel that you have too much time on your hands yet after the time has passed you then realised that you could actually made better use of that amount of time that you have spent doing nothing because out of a sudden, you realised you had actually forgotten that there were actually still some stuff that you haven't done yet. Like how I spent the past few days being really bored because there weren't anything for me to do, until I realised last night that I actually have lots of things that I have not yet done. I guess that's why people makes lists. I think it's a really great invention for senile people like me hahaha. Thank Sony Ericsson for their 'notes' function, because without it, I think I'd forget to wear my clothes out or something. (Of course, it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; serious but yeah, you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I've been playing Pets Society recently! Hahaha it's quite addictive actually, with all the pretty wallpapers and cute pets. Except for the fact that money is extremely hard to earn and that it's quite boring once you played it for a few hours. But still, I still find Pet Society fun overall. And I've also been observing my counter! Haha just yesterday it hit 103 visitors but today I changed it because I decided that this current counter provides better information. Plus I kinda like that pink/black digital design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today happens to be the second day of the JEP trip. Ah.. memories. I remembered this day I sat on a roller-coaster for the first time in my life (Hollywood Dreams), and Jasmine fell sick after playing Jurassic Park ride. Oh God I remember the fucking scary T-Rex opening his mouth and tadaaa down we go! It was raining at that time and we happen to sit on the front row so yeah, a few of us got sick. Then the rest of us bought different flavoured popcorn! Yum. I still have the receipt hahaha. I remembered I bought something Maple though. It's really sweet and really big (it lasted me for a few days). Haha I remembered being very reluctant to go back to the hostel because I wanted to play more. And the stupid Hello Kitty and those other real life cartoon refused to take pictures with me :( They seem to only like SMALL JAPANESE KIDS. ROAR. RACIST. Hahaha, okay I'm just kidding. But yeah, quite frustrated because they refused to take picture with me &gt;:( Ohohoh I also remembered the gift shops and the Hello Kitty Land :D Such a pity that we didn't get to go in :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is their third day, and they'll be moving out to another place! :D Ah I srsly wanna go Japan again! And this time w/o my tuba because it was srsly a chore to drag it whereever I go man! Sigh :( Tubists and String Bassists have it the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it I forgot what I wanted to type here. Even more proof that I'm indeed getting senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I took a "How much are you worth" quiz at Humanforsale.com. Okay, I don't know if I'm expensive, but I'm worth 1,853,058. Yeah I'm not sure if that's considered high, but when I saw how much were the rest, I was like "Yeah.. I'm the cheapest." Hahaha. Not sure if it's true though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winniefred:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha yeahyeah I will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyun:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.. alot of happenings. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda: &lt;/span&gt;Haha thank you ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine:&lt;/span&gt; Send you liao! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Jun:&lt;/span&gt; Replied replied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyun: &lt;/span&gt;Haha yeah! I'm so happy la hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiaohui:&lt;/span&gt; LOL! Nvm la, once in a year de retarded picture xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyun: &lt;/span&gt;YES! In fact, I'm currently craving for one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maine:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting really late and I can't remember what else to write about. So ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-3098076613338426611?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/3098076613338426611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=3098076613338426611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3098076613338426611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/3098076613338426611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/scars-make-us-stronger-for-life.html' title='Scars make us stronger for life'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-6787263284407383977</id><published>2008-12-11T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:05:27.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T FUCKING PLAY A FUCKING SCALE PROPERLY. I HATE MYSELF OH FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST WANT TO GIVE UP AH FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-6787263284407383977?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/6787263284407383977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=6787263284407383977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6787263284407383977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/6787263284407383977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-1763897473617559851</id><published>2008-12-09T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:30:07.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's the man (of course)</title><content type='html'>It sure feels good to be back using your own computer, no worrying whether your parents would know which websites you've gone to, no need to worry what pictures you're going to see etc.. hahaha. That's why I love my computer :) Anyways, so my dad fixed the connection thingy and I'm finally back to here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't get to use Christopher's tuba though, but it's alright la, any tuba is good enough for me already. Besides, I CAN'T PLAY, so I'll still sound bad even if I were to use a 10k tuba or whatever. Anyways that was the case today and I felt so mad with myself! :( Just a few days and this is what happens. It's really true that you can't really take things for granted eh? Oh well. I already played and it's already over. Just need to sleep and forget all about it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg, i really want to jump down a building or something. why can't i ever do anything right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that really disappointing practice, today happens to be my dear horny girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/ST6ULbfaHWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CPfCkfY6Sdg/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/ST6ULbfaHWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CPfCkfY6Sdg/s320/DSC01728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818737403764066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Xiao Hui&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday! Okay, she isn't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sort of horny SO DON'T YOU DARE HAVE FUNNY IDEAS OKAY. :) My blog is still kids-friendly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I really hope you enjoyed today's mini celebration for you, and I really hope you'll continue to stay that cheerful and optimistic girl that we all know and love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, the first song that played in my head was A Perfect Tourniquet by Anberlin and it kept on playing in my head while I prepared to get out. Ah it really made my day hahaha. So I got my breakfast (I srsly love the $2 meal Macdonalds have) and when I reached the station, I realised I was the first to reach HAHAHA. I felt so dumb okay! I was early by half an hour. Woah, a personal record for me man! Usually it's the other way round hee :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised today all of us do not seem to have that fighting spirit there anymore. I don't know about the others but I could totally feel that I was fighting a lost battle because I kept screwing up :( It's really scary to see this sort of situation happening at this time. Usually by this time we'll somewhat ready to perform but honestly, I think this has to be the worst song for the tuba section to play. Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on the way back we past by RJC (raffles junior college), and because of idk what reasons I suddenly felt like eating sausages, and because sausages are so juicy, the 'random conversation' came up again hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yc: &lt;/span&gt;hey you know what does RJC stands for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sy:&lt;/span&gt; huh what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yc:&lt;/span&gt; raffles' juicy cock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL and I kept thinking about it throughout the whole journey back to school okay! Oh my I need to get a mind fix :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored, and I honestly want to play Die Fledermaus! Deflate the mouse! :D&lt;br /&gt;It's a really cool song, and IMO it sounds way nicer than Danse Diabolique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT RAIN ON MY BLOG. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I really like seeing the number on my counter go higher and higher LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-1763897473617559851?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/1763897473617559851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=1763897473617559851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1763897473617559851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/1763897473617559851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/dads-man-of-course.html' title='Dad&apos;s the man (of course)'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/ST6ULbfaHWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CPfCkfY6Sdg/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2170381355718869656</id><published>2008-12-09T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:08:02.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me 7k please! LOL</title><content type='html'>Boo, my computer's nuts again, and this time the internet connection is GONE. As in, it's still here but the connection is not showing up in MY computer. So now I'm using my parents' computer and FF FTW :D IE really sucks IMHO. (which I am using now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, went out with Nicole and Sinhui today because we had a secret mission to complete. :D And did you know MOS burger's cashier system has changed!? I didn't know until today! And they have a new button called 'EXTRA ONIONS' !! Do you know why? It's because of ME! Just kidding. So now, Mos Burger do not suck since they have this option lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay tomorrow :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2170381355718869656?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2170381355718869656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2170381355718869656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2170381355718869656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2170381355718869656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-7k-please-lol.html' title='Give me 7k please! LOL'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-592476018283303596</id><published>2008-12-07T00:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:09:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>So there you go, finally a change in my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took a muthafucking 5 hours for me to do up this skin plus adding my own personal info etc and all I have to say is, I realise that practice do help you get better at doing stuff. There's many examples la, like playing a sport? Playing music requires constant practice to get it perfect as well. Not forgetting coding a blogskin. Haha I managed to find out how to get the top navigation part to look like this, and now it totally looks like my LJ layout hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did up my own profile page, and I'm really satisfied with it. However I think I'll probably add a few more things when I think of it hahaha. (it's going 1 soon and I'm really sleepy and my memory tends to fail me at this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have been really boring and afternoons now feel so long. I wonder if that will ever happen next year though. Still can't believe I'm about to become Sec 4 already and 7 more months will be the time that I have to let down this bag that I've been carrying since Sec 1. :( TBH, even though sometimes I complain how tiring band is, and how fucking annoying some people are, or that Mr T keep picking on me, or that I really hate marching etc, deep inside still, I love band to the maxzxzxz. Ah as each day past, I'll start thinking about how much I really love band and how badly I don't wish to step down. Omg there's so many things I can't bear to leave behind! My beloved file with that TKWO sticker behind, my many many scores with my beeeautiful handwriting all over it, my most precious YBB641 012780 and deniswick 3L gold, and not forgetting every footstep I left in the band room as well as that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; seat in band which belongs to me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 months, just 7 more months, and I'll have to let someone else touch my 012780, let someone else use my deniswick 3L gold, someone else to sight-read my scores, and someone else to take over my seat in band. :(  Wa, I really cannot take this kind of ci4 ji1. I can't believe 4 years in band is going to be gone like this. I haven't even stop to enjoy my experience in band yet! I still haven't tried every song in the library! I haven't even reach my target! So many 'haven't's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided! To make sure I fully enjoy these upcoming 7 months no matter how fucked up I might become because of practices and crashing of remedials. I must make sure that the tuba section will continue to make our seniors proud. :) Sigh, this is another of my worries. I'm honestly worried for the tuba section. I know what's the current situation's like and I really want to salvage it but I'm starting to feel hopeless because no matter how I try, the tuba section still sound like mice squeaking haha no offense my dear tubists. I know you guys are really trying your best but yeah, I still feel that you guys can try even harder. I'm really worried because the tuba section (to be honest) have always had good players until it reached my batch -.- Sigh. Wish all the seniors' skills can magically possess me or something so I can actually do something correct for once. I'm really worried that the first wrong sound will come out from the tuba section. Because I don't want it to be like this, that I'm pushing you guys. Actually I don't think I've pushed you guys as much as I did to myself but that's because I don't want you guys to be over-stressed and end up being depressed or something. Haha. Sigh. And I will make all my performances next year last as long as it can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've read a few blogs who talked about that fruit gang issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I respect your criticism/comments. I'm not going to include any names or personal feelings, I'm just going to say this in a matter-of-factly tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue has already been settled among the ones involved. I do not think it's very nice in the first place to blog bad things about your seniors but yes, I agree it's not any better to blog in reply. However, being a extremely rash person I am, I blogged in reply to her attacks. But no matter what happened in the process, the outcome is already out and there's no point in crying over spilt milk. The people involved have got hurt or angered in the process, but what matters most is that we all learnt something from this incident. Let's hope that such thing will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I don't understand why other people chose to involve themselves into this matter. This only involved three people and only three. There was no need for addition flaming on any of the three people mentioned. And I also don't understand why certain people jumped into conclusions when they didn't get the fucking picture right. I will not mention any names but I hope you know who you are. And honestly, for those people who did not get their fucking facts right, stop pushing the blame to any of the three people mentioned! It's fucking unfair and very dumb because you were never involved, your name was never mentioned, and you probably weren't even there when it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout this entire saga, I had never shown my agitated side. Not in real life, not online. Never.  All I can say is that, I never wanted this thing to end up this huge and I am not going to push the blame to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say that I can forgive but I can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I know I'm a freaking so called senior hahahaha thank you for your comment about me. I'll take it and let it go. Because you know why? I don't think that you know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;So in your eyes I'm just another muthafucking bitch who only knows how to torture you guys. So I'm the sort who are always pushing you guys because I'm fucking bossy and unreasonable.  &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't you open your eyes and see that SYF's nearing and we have not much time left and this is the attitude I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;get from you? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe it's because you guys have not understood how it feels to have the whole band counting on you, that sort of stress that we seniors are facing now. And can't you see that because your batch is smaller, that your burden is going to be twice as heavy because you're going to be in charge of next year's sec ones? I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really want to tell you this but I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;want you to focus on the competition more than all these. I've always kept mum about what's going on in the section, because I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;only want the section to focus on the competition. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ignored every comment and bitching you guys made behind my back. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted and wished for was you guys to forget how you feel about me and focus on the competition instead. Is that so difficult? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To be honest if I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;could say out loud on how I feel towards this section now, I would say I really feel negative towards you guys. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Because there is always so much drama and you guys are always gossiping about the seniors and making bad remarks about them! &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happened to your basic respect? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asked for is that. ONLY &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT. Nothing more. But you guys could do nothing but make it worse. &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really don't want you guys to regret after I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;step down. You guys should know very well what happens when I'm not around in practices. Do you really think that you could still continue having that mindset after I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;step down? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you think you could still maintain a silver with that standard of playing? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you're not worried about this section, then I'm worried for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't want to come back two years later to see that the tuba section's in a mess. The reason why I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;implemented rules is so that you guys could follow it and use it as a guideline for your upcoming secondary ones. But now as I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see, the future of this section is bleak and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really do not wish to witness it after I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;leave, I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;honestly don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time I'm terrified of what Mr &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tan would think, that I'm a bad section leader? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That I am no good at all? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That he should not have accepted me in the first place? &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm really scared because he's no longer young and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do not want him to be angry because of the mistakes the tuba section makes. Sigh I'm really worried and I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand how it feels like to be a junior. But at the same time, you do not understand how it feels like to be a senior. I'm not saying that I'm right because I'm a senior but now, I'm offering an opinion of a person who have experienced being a junior AND a senior. All I  &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted was you guys to be good, or even better than me, and not disappoint our ex-seniors. All I &lt;span _fcktemp="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanted, was to continue doing my part correctly.&lt;/span&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/5461476170710987513-592476018283303596?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/592476018283303596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=592476018283303596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/592476018283303596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/592476018283303596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4288016631979086936</id><published>2008-12-06T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:27:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with throat infection</title><content type='html'>Yup, the title says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go for the combined practice with Huayi yesterday because of this. Well I wanted to go and watch instead of sitting down and play, but I think it'll be quite dumb right? And I don't think Mr T likes that very much hahaha. So I decided not to go and stayed at home to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mum took me out and we went around AMK central for the fun of it -.- Wanted to go doctor though, but the doctor went off for a holiday and I didn't want to go other clinics because they're not as good as him :( Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'M GOING TO USE CHRISTOPHER'S 7K &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; TUBA ON TUESDAY HAHAHAHAHA. That's because he's going off Malaysia or something so he let me use. LOL. If you see this Christopher, don't worry, I won't hammer your tuba de ;) I'll just bring it back to MF x) lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've deleted the previous entry because I did not want any conflicts to happen again. However, if you saw it by chance, please, keep it to yourself. I don't know how to address this issue because well, I honestly don't know where to start from. Sherwin gave me some advice and I guess it's really more on trying different ways for different people. However, until now, I am still very disappointed on your performance and your attitude towards band. All I want from you guys is to do your best and try. But it seems to me that you guys are just not doing your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that just because I wasn't there doesn't mean I don't know what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say or blog because I have nothing to say or blog. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shermaine:&lt;/span&gt; Haha the contents of the chatlog is damn funny leh. LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JiaJun: &lt;/span&gt;-_- You also what, camera shy person. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XinTing:&lt;/span&gt; What I meant was that even though I lost the bet first, but the current winner should be Winnie and not me right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4288016631979086936?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4288016631979086936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4288016631979086936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4288016631979086936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4288016631979086936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-with-throat-infection.html' title='Down with throat infection'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-950129790035472982</id><published>2008-12-05T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:04:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To xt..</title><content type='html'>Eh I might have lost the bet, but *ahem* hahahaha I think you know what I mean. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-950129790035472982?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/950129790035472982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=950129790035472982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/950129790035472982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/950129790035472982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-xt.html' title='To xt..'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2651701442321086329</id><published>2008-12-04T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:52:48.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night too young for us to waste</title><content type='html'>My throat feels so sore since yesterday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of switching back to my LJ.. (and it's LIVEJOURNAL, tyvm haha) because I honestly prefer it better there but we'll see... we'll see. Afterall, this blog is born to serve its sole purpose, and since it has already fulfiled it, then I see no point continueing here.. but then again, we'll see, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lazy to blog right now so I shall just put it in point form..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practised my tuba today and it feels so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yamamoto died today! Good because I got to see it, bad because he won't be appearing in anymore episode so it won't be nice anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going YCKSS concert! Whee :) And I found out something today! :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't fetch my mum from the chalet in the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel extremely pissed off right now because I can't find my band tee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to use 7k tuba! (ok just hoping)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found my band tee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still pissed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel nostalgic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick and I don't feel like going to huayi in school uniform :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all I guess :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2651701442321086329?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2651701442321086329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2651701442321086329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2651701442321086329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2651701442321086329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-too-young-for-us-to-waste.html' title='A night too young for us to waste'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-8317625033750442845</id><published>2008-12-03T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:40:38.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to black</title><content type='html'>Tonight is a very eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say this? Well, I guess it's because it's only after today that I've started to open up my eyes, actually, no, my eyes open up everytime I go for an exchange but this is really serious. I think I opened my eyes so wide that my eyeballs are going to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it has been really quiet around here for the past few days.. well, I guess because there ain't any more juice left in my head to continue blogging about interesting things that's happening it my life. Either that or it's just that nothing interesting ever happens to me. :( Saddening eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing that happened during mac. We sat at this place beside this huge poster, so there was this boy with his '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;electrons&lt;/span&gt;' facing us luh, then there was this leftover sticker thingy on it. So we started taking pictures of it with the "Great Value, served Daily!" caption pasted on it LOL. Another one is "Great deal everyday!" or something like that. It was so fucking hilarious. Haha the best part was that no matter what we do to the poor boy, the boy could do nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giggle &lt;/span&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing also happened. We were playing with the honey sauce for the hotcakes, then I was about to write "starx5 session" (and man, it's really hard drawing a star with honey!) then suddenly some weirdo mac auntie grab my arm and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"UHM! UHMUHMUHM! UHMMMMMMM! EHMEHMUHM! HMHM!"&lt;/span&gt;  and grabbed our trays away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there went our joy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill Joy la she :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Yuying exchange was pretty awesome x) To be honest, for 7 bands, there was actually enough songs to entertain all all of us! Hahaa, I love the performance by Loyang and Peixin  I think, if I'm not wrong, where the solo-ists come out and perform. And I realised something.. now the trend in band is to have four or more tubists! Almost all the bands have 4 or more tubists can! Haha okay lah, we have four also, but all play like goldfish HAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And christopher if you ever read this.. don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget &lt;/span&gt;what you said today okay! HAHAHA 7k &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; tuba xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will make sure I improve by the end of this break. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is so fun and the typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starx5 sessions &lt;/span&gt;hahaha always make me laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could ever see this, just know that, I'll always think of you. &amp;amp;imy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-8317625033750442845?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/8317625033750442845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=8317625033750442845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8317625033750442845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/8317625033750442845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-black.html' title='Back to black'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-9182534893478648015</id><published>2008-12-03T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:40:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fateful day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christopher: &lt;/span&gt;*bangs tuba*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sy/sg: &lt;/span&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yc:&lt;/span&gt; fuck you la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone:&lt;/span&gt; *turns back and stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yc:&lt;/span&gt; eh you made the same mistakes as i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christopher: &lt;/span&gt;what? it's not me okay! its dno mr T anyhow conduct ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sy:&lt;/span&gt; eh you tuba dent blame kt, play wrong blame mr T, then you ugly you blame your mother isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christopher:&lt;/span&gt; *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I brought my baby home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-9182534893478648015?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/9182534893478648015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=9182534893478648015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9182534893478648015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/9182534893478648015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-fateful-day.html' title='One fateful day...'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4704211402135946721</id><published>2008-12-01T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:00:57.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day that I live by,</title><content type='html'>Today is a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody I said hi to don't reply me. -_- Like @#)*&amp;amp;)Everybody I said hi to don't reply me. -_- Like @#)*&amp;amp;)$&amp;amp;* is wrong with them? I don't know la, and I can't be bothered with what they're thinking. Weird people does weird things -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4704211402135946721?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4704211402135946721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4704211402135946721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4704211402135946721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4704211402135946721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/12/yet-another-day-that-i-live-by.html' title='Yet another day that I live by,'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-4502961051711125687</id><published>2008-11-30T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:39:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear aishah,</title><content type='html'>Yes, I agree with your entry. I WANT A PURPLE MANGOSTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not deny it anymore. Hahaha, but that's our little secret eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/STKsqIHQhMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JUPD1vLZH2k/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/STKsqIHQhMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JUPD1vLZH2k/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274467953336681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I went to the library today to study with my babes! HAHAHAHA, okay, we didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; study, well, but we DID manage to do something, well if you might say, "constructive" over there hahahaha. And later I insisted that we take a picture together because we haven't done that for a long, long, long time. And I thought maybe I should post something up here to make it more personal hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture looks weird, now that I look at it again. :/&lt;br /&gt;But you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; fucking idea how many failed shots we took to get to this one okay! So quit complaining yeah? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just skinhopped blogskins.com just now, and I realised nowadays, the trend for blogskins is to be as minimise as possible, somehow mimicking LJ's skins. Aww :( This sucks, because now every blog I see just looks like LJ to me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I chose this skin by accident, LOL. I have no idea why I took it but I knew I need a skin ASAP because I can't stand looking at my blog with no skins. Hoho. Anyhooooo, I really like LJ's style so I might just, well, start coding again. But that'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoo hoo... tomorrow's the exchange with Bukit View Band and I'm not prepared at all. -.- Okay, I shall go get prepared now, because I honestly don't want to screw up tomorrow.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you so badly that I cannot find the words to describe how darn bad it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yamamoto&lt;br /&gt;We got a thing going on&lt;br /&gt;We both know that it's wrong, but it's much too strong&lt;br /&gt;To let it grow now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay, the original song is Me and Mrs Jones, but I thought it'd be nice to have a little twist :) HAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay I shall stop daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;I really love jazz and oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnart:&lt;/span&gt; Time sure do pass really fast eh? I guess I can only fully understand how you feel when it really happens to me, and I really don't want it to come any sooner than it already is. Sigh. Come back for the 'starx55' sessions LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiyun: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah time pass damn fast. Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-4502961051711125687?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/4502961051711125687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=4502961051711125687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4502961051711125687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/4502961051711125687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-aishah.html' title='dear aishah,'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b6Ilu2z8jKY/STKsqIHQhMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JUPD1vLZH2k/s72-c/DSC01681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2735682524089845749</id><published>2008-11-30T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:59:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliché and mushy lines of love.</title><content type='html'>Wow, everyday feels like a normal day for me ever since holidays started :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH, this afternoon when I wake up (yes, when it's the holidays, even the afternoons feel like mornings to you) I thought I was late for band or something. It totally felt like the normal weekdays -.- And after I reached home after passing Syafiqah my pullover (enjoy yourself there okay? :D AND DON'T FORGET TO HELP ME BUY THAT JACKET! ^^) It was around 4PM and I thought there was still Totally Spies like normal weekdays. HAHAHA I feel so dumb okay, because it was then that I realised that it's a saturday. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after I woke up from my nap, I thought I missed out Little Nyonya (MY YAMAMOTO!) because it was already 10PM. HAHA after that I slap myself because it's a Saturday! HAHAHA okay today I learnt that when it's the holidays, you'll lose count of the days and the dates. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised it's already the end of November! Gah so frustrating because it means I'm going to abandon this place and face the music when school reopens :( Roar I really don't want to take O levels. Syafiqah was telling me that some of her seniors told her that the Os are actually much easier than we thought. Of course lah! People will definitely say that because they're already done with it, that's why it's so easy hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel that if I don't start bucking up I might just end up suffering like the past two major examinations (PSLE and sec 2 streaming). I just don't understand why my studious character only appears on alternate years -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I'm going to the library to study with the babes! Yay us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Spirited Away and now I'm thinking of how I got involved with the band. Haha this song actually sparked off my interest in wind band music and all these band stuff :) I can't believe I almost wanted to join the Chinese Orchestra because I wanted to try out with the cello, but I'm glad that I didn't because I wouldn't be as happy as I am now. Like what Steve Job says with all the bad things happening to him, I'm glad that all these things happened to me, well, because if it didn't, I wouldn't be here blogging in the first place. :) I guess when it's over, you'll start to realise that even though these small little incidents might be insignificant, it's the pieces that actually forms who we really are. It gives us an identity and helps us to grow even more. It adds up the experience. (I don't know why but I feel like laughing at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm really happy that I joined the band and I honestly appreciate all the hardwork that our ex-seniors have put in. I guess I could sort of understand how they feel now, because I'm about to leave this band soon. And soon, the music that I love, the experience I love, and the people I love, will soon be far far away from me. But I swear I will never forget all these experience. TBH, I really miss all my seniors, no matter how fierce or how strict they were with us. And also, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ALREADY GOING TO SECONDARY FOUR OKAY. I remember the first year in MF, when Sherwin and Guhuai were already secondary four, I used to think "Aiyo, my turn will be like, what, 4 years later? So long." And now, as if that thought came up a second ago, IM GOING TO TAKE OVER MY SENIORS PLACE. Oh my cow. Ah I really don't want to leave man, I love the music and every second of it. I hate to think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay I think it might a little too early to write all these down (haha I'm trying to be kiasu about typing my stepping down post okay just kidding) so I guess I'll stop here hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just worried about that silver medal because honestly, I want to maintain it, or even better, get Gold. I really hope that this batch of secondary fours will help to make a difference as well, to the band. Maybe we'll all be legends hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm not used to calling myself a secondary four student. :(&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old, and maybe the next time I look at this blog I'd be a 75 year old grandma already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The reason why am I so emotional in this entry, is because the reprise part of Spirited Away is making me really sad, because it's THAT (and one and only) melody that actually motivate me to try out for band because I wanted to play that melody. Even though in the end instead of the melody, I got the accompaniment, I still love the music. Afterall, it takes two hands to clap, and without the accompaniment, the music will not be complete. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elenore: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah she plays two characters in the series, Juxiang and her daughter Yueniang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninnart: &lt;/span&gt;Hee thanks. I almost got knocked down by one hell of a fucktard driver before -_- Which gave me somebody to bitch about. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josiah:&lt;/span&gt; Ahem.. David knows that he's the one and only guy I see okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda: &lt;/span&gt;Hahaa okay, but what's your URL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huiwen:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2735682524089845749?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2735682524089845749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2735682524089845749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2735682524089845749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2735682524089845749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/11/clich-and-mushy-lines-of-love.html' title='Cliché and mushy lines of love.'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461476170710987513.post-2467654261888654333</id><published>2008-11-28T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:58:05.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No link</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think the new Channel 8 show The Little Nyonya is quite interesting HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamamoto Yousuke (山本洋介)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://littlenyonya.mediacorptv.sg/img/bios/2_dai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 378px;" src="http://littlenyonya.mediacorptv.sg/img/bios/2_dai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the "I am a cute Japanese photographer" look lah Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know some of you will be thinking " Cute meh? So stupid and ugly looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever okay? I think he's cute can already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Okay too bad he's going to die after a few more episodes :( Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, no vulgarities here. Happy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5461476170710987513-2467654261888654333?l=descifre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/feeds/2467654261888654333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5461476170710987513&amp;postID=2467654261888654333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2467654261888654333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5461476170710987513/posts/default/2467654261888654333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descifre.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-link.html' title='No link'/><author><name>The ever famous tubist.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07977681618530993602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7975/1212/320/MEANDDEARDEAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
