<?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-28717431</id><updated>2011-05-05T16:48:52.550+08:00</updated><category term='Easter Sunday'/><category term='GEMS'/><title type='text'>sounds-of-staccato</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-451578899049340938</id><published>2008-07-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:12:20.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing is that you know, you will never die from such pain....</title><content type='html'>Don’t think I would be updating on blogs any time soon [actually for a long long time]. I wonder if this is how full flag depression started… This chain of bad luck just keeps getting better… Every time I tell myself what worst could happen after all this, then something comes along and show me that my life could indeed be worst then what is already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I shouldn’t be fussing about my life… At least I got a home to go back to, food to eat, money to spend, goes to a good school. There are other people in this world that are worst off then me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to lecture me about how I am getting depressed over small stuff. Please save me from it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like this I hope I am like a cartoon character… Erase myself away and leave nth but a blank sheet of paper… with no trace that I was once there…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-451578899049340938?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/451578899049340938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=451578899049340938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/451578899049340938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/451578899049340938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/07/worst-thing-is-that-you-know-you-will.html' title='The worst thing is that you know, you will never die from such pain....'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4044068164397706981</id><published>2008-06-14T09:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:02:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore man with armpit fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Singapore man with armpit fetish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AFP - Friday, June 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE (AFP) - - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A Singaporean man with a fetish for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smelling womens' armpits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been sentenced to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 14 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in jail and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18 strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the cane, legal officials said Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A court employee confirmed the sentence, issued Thursday, against Mohammed Ismail Ariffin, 36.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ariffin had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fixation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; touching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smelling women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;particularly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;their armpits&lt;/span&gt;, and was convicted of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molesting 23 women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, his lawyer Noor Mohamed Marican told AFP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He's got this problem. Poor chap,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Noor said in a brief interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After reading an expert report that said Ariffin was likely to re-offend, Judge James Leong issued a preventive detention order, which means Ariffin will not be eligible for parole, The Straits Times said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ariffin, who is mildly retarded, would&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;often&lt;/em&gt; attack his victims inside lifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the report said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It said Noor argued against a long sentence and in favour of rehabilitation and medical treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Leong said he found "precious little" in Ariffin's favour, The Straits Times reported.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-T&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aken from yahoo Singapore news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080613/tap-singapore-crime-sex-06f3cb7.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080613/tap-singapore-crime-sex-06f3cb7.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too stress from studying will be posting more of this kind of news from yahoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is kind of scary but at the same time when I read it i was laugh hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good for stress relief....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4044068164397706981?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4044068164397706981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4044068164397706981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4044068164397706981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4044068164397706981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/06/singapore-man-with-armpit-fetish-afp.html' title='Singapore man with armpit fetish'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3737167123788963798</id><published>2008-06-06T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:35:46.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are my first week of holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;HOOTZ! A week of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-FAMILY: courier new" st="on"&gt;Holiday&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; just flew pass, and have I started mugging? NO! Well… I did a little reading… *guilty* okok! I will mug next week I promise. *sincerely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Went for my first SMART Duty, not bad… is my kind of job *smiles* Saw my juniors *sadden* I wished they could dress a little more appropriate… skirt so short and over size blouse [yellow some more!!!] talk so loud… while other girls look so smart in their uniform... Martin keep boosting to me about his juniors how smart looking they are in school uniform... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)" align="left"&gt;O and I ask Shirley and Martin if I was as noisy as my juniors and they kind of agreed... *depressed* Am I really that noisy?! *tearing* ARUGH!!!! I thought I am better behaved then them! *determined* I shall be more aware of my actions from now on…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;Class chalet was FUN! I Started fire! And cooked satay! *yum, yum*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV-g3IU_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/mvdlo52A4-E/s1600-h/Dsc00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208437132771218418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV-g3IU_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/mvdlo52A4-E/s320/Dsc00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Khng brought milk for the kittens and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;her to feed them milk. [Yup! Khng is a true animal lover!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV923WJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PuN-BukhRIw/s1600-h/DSC00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208437121497835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV923WJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PuN-BukhRIw/s320/DSC00260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I am going to say this... I LOVE STAWBERRIES! Apparently Driscoll's brand strawberries are really really sweet! [19 years of my life this is the first time I tasted such sweet strawberries!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgYLz4LVlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ICi_ts8sAu0/s1600-h/DSC00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208439560237438546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgYLz4LVlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ICi_ts8sAu0/s320/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Ok here you see the two birthday babies! There is actually a third one Chantel but she is busy working... *sobs* Ok you know why they look like that because we sabo them! MUHAHAHA we are evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV9DKJh6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/XmP9pJgyvhc/s1600-h/DSC00254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208437107618056098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV9DKJh6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/XmP9pJgyvhc/s320/DSC00254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Here instead of birthday cakes we got them birthday ice-creams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgVSxZSfgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YzqYJnOJ0HY/s1600-h/DSC00263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208436381295214082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgVSxZSfgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YzqYJnOJ0HY/s320/DSC00263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Yes yes after we sabo Neh neh he has no other shirt to wear but this birthday gift from us! [mind you he stays in Yishun]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgVTAqhWAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CzzMv9EXaiI/s1600-h/DSC00265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208436385394022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgVTAqhWAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CzzMv9EXaiI/s320/DSC00265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I know you can't see but at the back at the bottom it says... i am a neh neh don't pinch me! *laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Got to go school tomorrow for yearbook get together... Then maybe... would be going shopping with khng! and finally I think I would like to study in esplanade before going home... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to change my blog layout because I would like to thank all my friends who had been there for me when I broke down, in trouble, shared my joy and laughter with me and all other times when i had them to spend my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my Dearest Mystic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! *Hugs and kisses!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/28717431-3737167123788963798?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3737167123788963798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3737167123788963798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3737167123788963798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3737167123788963798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/06/gone-are-my-first-week-of-holidays.html' title='Gone are my first week of holidays'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SEgV-g3IU_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/mvdlo52A4-E/s72-c/Dsc00023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8755571045056265554</id><published>2008-05-25T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:34:10.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!ATTENTION!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Blog on maintenance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;High possibility that there will be no updates from 26 May to 26 June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26 June: School + RWPS test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27 June: School + Accountancy Poly Game training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28 June: School + Make up lesson for RWPS [maybe + SB yearbook get together]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29 June: School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30 June: School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;31 June: Holidays = Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1 June: Holidays = Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2 June: Holidays = Chalet + SMART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 June: Holidays = Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4 June: Holidays = Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 June: Holidays = Accountancy Poly Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6 June: Holidays = Mugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7 June: Holidays = Heart beat performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;June 8 - June 22: Holidays = Mugging!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTE: This is just an outline it might differ as time pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;23 June: EXAM! [Taxation]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;24 June: EXAM! [Business Law]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;25 June: EXAM! [Financial Accounting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;26 June: EXAM! [Cost Accounting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[I am praying very hard that I will get through this smoothly with good grades!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dear all please take care of yourself, don't get sick, drink more water. Have fun during your holidays, if you are going overseas please don't forget me, grab me a little something would be nice. If not please just come home safely would be enough for me. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8755571045056265554?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8755571045056265554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8755571045056265554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8755571045056265554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8755571045056265554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-break.html' title='Exam Break'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3802829598746154695</id><published>2008-05-22T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:09:21.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hootz! I got into S.M.A.R.T!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAH! Gave almost my best for FACC *praying very hard* Had a very fun day today! At least I got something meaningful to do during the 4 hours break muhahaha. Was mugging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was watching news this few weeks and I was just telling Mami yesterday how lucky I felt. Everyday I wake up to know that I was sleeping in a cozy bed, have a shelter over my head, with a tap of my finger I have electricity, breakfast on table waiting for me everyday, Loving family members, beyond what I could ask for boyfriend, Caring friends, helpful teachers, safe country, good economy, efficient transport, proper clothes for me to CHOOSE! And so many more things that I am very grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is turning up-side-down and Singapore? Other then the little inflation to price of goods, weather is a little hot, Singapore is a little small so some times people says Singapore is boring [not much places to go], there are many signs about fines and tax, long working hours, very late retirement age, heavy school work, very academic focus. I really don’t think there are other things that we might grumble about our little sunny island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand! Rice paddies reducing, sinking. Malaysia has politic problems, China earthquake! Iraq in a very bad condition after war, attacks, Myanmar Cyclone, Indonesian protest on fuel’s price, might have volcano irruption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really great that I am leaving in this sunny island! I am even grateful to hear my screeching parrot every morning at 8 o’clock. [It’s breakfast time, want’s mami to fee it *laugh*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So compare to all the people over the world suffering a little studying will not kill me. And I am going to declare that I am a geek! I LOVE STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PROUD OF SINGAPORE! So what if people say Singaporeans are kai su? This shows that we are forever trying to improve ourselves! Kai si? Evern better! We plan for your future save guard our properties our love ones! I AM A SINGAPOREAN AND I AM KAI SU AND KAI SI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O I took a picture of my school’s pillar they got inspired by my socks! [just kidding] *bleahx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SDV8WPhI9kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WYlQd89qpq8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201666060973634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SDV8WPhI9kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WYlQd89qpq8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nice colours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cheers me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;up when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ever I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;colourful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SDV8V_hI9jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yAvWCJ1xLfQ/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203201661766006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SDV8V_hI9jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yAvWCJ1xLfQ/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this pair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of socks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=D Will wear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;time I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lect in MLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8 *laughs!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3802829598746154695?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3802829598746154695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3802829598746154695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3802829598746154695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3802829598746154695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-my-life.html' title='I Love My Life!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SDV8WPhI9kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WYlQd89qpq8/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-735772333692091640</id><published>2008-05-20T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:47:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tag by Amanda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Got tagged by Amanda, and I wanted to lead a successful life!&lt;br /&gt;I - Worrying about my studies&lt;br /&gt;II – Want to have good GPA&lt;br /&gt;III – Want to be a good person&lt;br /&gt;IV – Does almost everything on my bed [study, lappy, reading, talking and etc…]&lt;br /&gt;V – Want to try FC6’s jap food [rice, omelet and curry!]&lt;br /&gt;VI – Looking forward to June holiday [Sentosa! Sun! friends Screaming shouting Crazy laughing BEN’S AND JERRY]&lt;br /&gt;VII - Want to have good fashion sense like Taylor Swift [she is wopper cool!]&lt;br /&gt;VIII – Wish that Everyone happy and healthy&lt;br /&gt;IX – Love everything simple!&lt;br /&gt;X – WANT WORLD PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SATBLE ECONOMY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to post 10 random stuffs about yourself and then tag 5 random&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;unknowns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;[i am changing it]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, I am going to tag Gwen Lim, Siew Yuan, Jia hui, Denise,Aiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok you all must be wondering who is Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7N_BPX4uXI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7N_BPX4uXI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;here she is! she is my idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahah ok i am going to bath now. Got back Cost test paper didn't do very well.. must buck up &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-735772333692091640?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/735772333692091640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=735772333692091640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/735772333692091640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/735772333692091640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-tag-my-amanda.html' title='I have been tag by Amanda!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6614782901861018516</id><published>2008-05-17T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:04:07.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hootz! Long weekend! Week Happy Vesak Day! [Monday] Guess what people I finally got myself a brand new phone! Yes yes that old Nokia phone of mine is finally going to retired. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkQh8iVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yafoVFL5txk/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201342632688388434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkQh8iVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yafoVFL5txk/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; See Kiki and Lala? Muhahahaha this means that those of you who sits beside me can't read my sms! I know most people like the hard cover but I prefer the soft one. *Smiles* I Love it! I am going to take good care of this phone. Thank you Daddy! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went out with Cherie and Christina today. Had Sushi! Omg! I had so much that I think I probably won’t eat another sushi again. *laughs* Had so much fun with the two of them. Miss them. *smiles* Brought A blouse that I really like with high recommendation from Cherie. *laughs* But my ma doesn’t really like it. Hahaha she doesn’t like the “bare back” behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkgh8iWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q2JWsAw1lgw/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201342636983355746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkgh8iWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q2JWsAw1lgw/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Mami says the front is nice. Cherie says the front is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkgh8iXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WJeRLric0Mw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201342636983355762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkgh8iXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WJeRLric0Mw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Mami says the back is ugly... Cherie says the back is sexy! Anyways ma says that she is going to make it nicer for me [smaller to fit me hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess what guys! I made my very own first necklace today! We actually wanted the stall guy to help us make but he says that the workmanship would course 20 dollars! So we brought the materials and attempt to make it ourselves. It didn’t take me more then half an hour to get it done. *feeling proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hjgh8iUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a_q1nDGvWdg/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201342619803486530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hjgh8iUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a_q1nDGvWdg/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I know the design is kind of basic, but since it is my first time doing it really gives me a great sense of satisfaction! *bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Going running with Cherie tomorrow! After which I have to come home and start mugging!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6614782901861018516?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6614782901861018516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6614782901861018516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6614782901861018516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6614782901861018516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SC7hkQh8iVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yafoVFL5txk/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8783939011860657355</id><published>2008-05-01T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:52:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labour day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still feeling sick.. Starting to cough more… Today was great went to market with mama did a little shopping with her. Finally got the perfect face wash for my self.  [Ever since the Korean shop close I am left with what ever little bit I have left in the tube… squeezing…] Cooked lunch with Ma mi it was great fun! Tasted even better! Well that’s because we cooked it! *Laughs* Did some house work together and when Ma mi sleeps I feel like sleeping too! Don’t know why but seeing her sleep my eye lids begin feeling heavy. *hootz!* enjoy my day a lot! Going to bed soon got school tomorrow. Good night =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8783939011860657355?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8783939011860657355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8783939011860657355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8783939011860657355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8783939011860657355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-labour-day.html' title='Happy Labour day!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4444593519590590854</id><published>2008-05-01T02:26:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T04:05:36.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loving April!! Good Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;April 25:&lt;br /&gt;When for lollipop after school outside M.O.S was a super long queue. We waited for an hour. [8:30pm] End our self up in Clinic. *Laughs* all drinks was on Chantel that night *HOOTZ* thanks girl!!!*Smooch!* Walked around Clarke Quay, Central shopping mall before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi6WBAE6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/t3dqvIj_sP0/s1600-h/poks+outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195107057560512722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi6WBAE6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/t3dqvIj_sP0/s320/poks+outing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Love them! Had lotz of fun. Guess what i sat one a wheel chair! Great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;April 26:&lt;br /&gt;Went Bird Park with mystic, it was the best day ever! I was kind of worried that the West side would rain because over the East side was pouring... However like that Mystic, the West side was Bright and Sunny! [Love you dear!] We meet up in the morning at Jurong East grab some snacks and water and we head to Boon Lay took a bus over. And we started our very long, tiring but very enjoyable and very memorable journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7UBAE6OI/AAAAAAAAADg/V14A3eHOU00/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn4HOuebDnlJTp5axlXQxMP0T4kSCjXTgE7AElOF-qNLmGU8mSxNJKZBPsDcGZyhUKk.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195108122712402146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7UBAE6OI/AAAAAAAAADg/V14A3eHOU00/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn4HOuebDnlJTp5axlXQxMP0T4kSCjXTgE7AElOF-qNLmGU8mSxNJKZBPsDcGZyhUKk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wonder what are the penguins doing... trying to look into the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7UBAE6PI/AAAAAAAAADo/dk0iWVhDXSg/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn5suBUaRX0PLTvRcpjIWtuWhSKy3Y25xU9wG96TXDSCGnfOwW8WrA-3_22CIcSQ6uQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195108122712402162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7UBAE6PI/AAAAAAAAADo/dk0iWVhDXSg/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn5suBUaRX0PLTvRcpjIWtuWhSKy3Y25xU9wG96TXDSCGnfOwW8WrA-3_22CIcSQ6uQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how can you miss the every so noisy parrots *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7URAE6QI/AAAAAAAAADw/naFHsJrj4B0/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn7o_mKsY5BD8rb7Nrd-YK-PJQfCZt8BUXrpctEgdQNvU6BExGNFvwmEI4OuLR7gmVw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195108127007369474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi7URAE6QI/AAAAAAAAADw/naFHsJrj4B0/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn7o_mKsY5BD8rb7Nrd-YK-PJQfCZt8BUXrpctEgdQNvU6BExGNFvwmEI4OuLR7gmVw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How about that! A real life crane and not those on chinese paintings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi-jhAE6SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gwOLPPRBtDQ/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn7P4TAlLduVomVWySmUQtYS0oz8qv-FYhG7lYMxb8Bs0GgEIlorKwTRMrHtXXRSwKQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111687535257890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi-jhAE6SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gwOLPPRBtDQ/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn7P4TAlLduVomVWySmUQtYS0oz8qv-FYhG7lYMxb8Bs0GgEIlorKwTRMrHtXXRSwKQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This big guy made us stand in the sun for a good 15 mins before we finally get a good picture of him. But we had fun! Nice beak don't you think? *Smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi-jxAE6TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/G7ByxVSdUzE/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn7-gQk-hY3J6IOJgdX3CchNLwvgeoAG4kXpXzEX0DTEwOG3UkXSzp_t73y5-FCqxRo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111691830225202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi-jxAE6TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/G7ByxVSdUzE/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn7-gQk-hY3J6IOJgdX3CchNLwvgeoAG4kXpXzEX0DTEwOG3UkXSzp_t73y5-FCqxRo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alright... I must be out of my mind ya? Posting a patch of green leaves. Well.... look a little closer there is a Peacock inside!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjAFBAE6XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TwL87CfN-eg/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn66SaxHTon9KcC6I7HYL4cjdeF6Tm8jt-Tc4I_dcF8IcsXHtQpBvalBDtGX3y_4bAw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113362572503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjAFBAE6XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TwL87CfN-eg/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn66SaxHTon9KcC6I7HYL4cjdeF6Tm8jt-Tc4I_dcF8IcsXHtQpBvalBDtGX3y_4bAw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This cool looking bid eats bees, it was in such a nice pose how can we not take a picture of it? *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjAFBAE6WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aUx1LEYswL4/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn53nZOtciRfzEyMZ7TREQo5ygHejLtlPsnRFbvnZUIlBXn3vzU6XLZcN3W3vJYCF0E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195113362572503394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjAFBAE6WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aUx1LEYswL4/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn53nZOtciRfzEyMZ7TREQo5ygHejLtlPsnRFbvnZUIlBXn3vzU6XLZcN3W3vJYCF0E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This pigeon is called the bleeding heart pigeon isn't it lovely? Maybe I will make an adpotion from birdpark on this pigeon. *Smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now for some funny shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCDRAE6YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nr7PqjVQ2Z0/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn4T0MXXjrsx_u841pfpdhCLg6ClWVYyIj43r9zGDE3o_E78zR-qRoPPK9-vswSAk3I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195115531530987906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCDRAE6YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nr7PqjVQ2Z0/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn4T0MXXjrsx_u841pfpdhCLg6ClWVYyIj43r9zGDE3o_E78zR-qRoPPK9-vswSAk3I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That thing is a lamp... and yes I actually thought that was a dustbin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCFhAE6aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5yzOfKh3cs0/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn712hSAIMu_oe_sXFezyBxTDqt0XxkF5wskp1OkF_QWUxzPttyzFYcGk2bI2k5DRLk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195115570185693602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCFhAE6aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5yzOfKh3cs0/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn712hSAIMu_oe_sXFezyBxTDqt0XxkF5wskp1OkF_QWUxzPttyzFYcGk2bI2k5DRLk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby hates bird. Baby cry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCqBAE6bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmSqNHASdpM/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn5J3uv5EM-z0z0ZC96dJbjt99Rrewf1R27I3ZxjL8VYtM5QkvrYr4IJDvzdmnQA4PE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195116197250918834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="95" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjCqBAE6bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmSqNHASdpM/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn5J3uv5EM-z0z0ZC96dJbjt99Rrewf1R27I3ZxjL8VYtM5QkvrYr4IJDvzdmnQA4PE.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bird loves baby! Bird ask baby stay [that bird is biting on the wheels]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjEPxAE6cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WjjCtFzJ-YQ/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn6-P6bfwGANF4lv3NfHr-y0iaXBz5eOSfivgyLCWVXHfWjYsqhDvG97KerqjKJ1v7k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195117945302608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjEPxAE6cI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WjjCtFzJ-YQ/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn6-P6bfwGANF4lv3NfHr-y0iaXBz5eOSfivgyLCWVXHfWjYsqhDvG97KerqjKJ1v7k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Opps! better hold on tight! or I might slip....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok now for a very romantic part of the trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we actually saw two muted swans forming a heart shape!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjE1xAE6dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eaXmJv-XgLI/s1600-h/y1poHICSf6eZn4Bvfy10K62T2FsyOru5ds6VMN2fT4kW2VL0KH5vc0aNgkMlJ67FN2tQycqXtZeKg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195118598137637330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjE1xAE6dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eaXmJv-XgLI/s320/y1poHICSf6eZn4Bvfy10K62T2FsyOru5ds6VMN2fT4kW2VL0KH5vc0aNgkMlJ67FN2tQycqXtZeKg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isn't it like a dream come true? And guess what! there's more to come! this heart shape acutally forms the same shape as my ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjFWRAE6eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UuXZppXq8QE/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195119156483385826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjFWRAE6eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UuXZppXq8QE/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love Mysitc!!!!! Seriously it was the best day ever! [-It's just amazing-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After which we meet up with Mystic's friends and we headed to Changi Airport for dinner. But we end up getting stuck on high way for god knows how long... They close the whole PIE. When we finally reached the food tastes like heaven! Got a treat and a lift from Mystic's friend. Thank you *Smiles* [After that I heard from Daddy that a cement truck overturn on PIE and there were cement spilled everywhere.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;April 27:&lt;br /&gt;Started feeling a little sick… wanted to stay at home whole day to rest and also to finish up my tutorials. But I went out with Ma mi because there was no empty CD left and I wanted to burn the pictures from Bird Park into a disc. So I head down to Bugis with ma mi. Brought empty Donald duck CD! And CD pockets! I brought myself a mouse too! For lappy! Spend 40 buck at Sim Lim Square.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjLcxAE6hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QsJ7rfpnjxU/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195125865222302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBjLcxAE6hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QsJ7rfpnjxU/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cute ya? I see also happy. *Bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ma mi brought me a new umbrella. Thank you Ma mi. *Gins* And guess what color did I choose? Purple! Yes all mine umbrellas shall be purple! [Just in case you still don’t know I am an OCD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;April 28&lt;br /&gt;Had school and thank god I was able to finish my tutorials on time. Was beginning to fall sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;April 29&lt;br /&gt;Sick having fever and I was sneezing my way through the day… Almost didn’t finish my tutorial. Biz law is like super hard... even though I find the subject interesting I doubt that I can do well... Guess I better work triple the hard... Costing is beginning to sound fun... and Taxation seems much related to my daily life and also very useful. Over all I think this years subjects are better compared to last year [my kind of subjects] *bleahx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;April 30&lt;br /&gt;On recovery from fever and flu, but developing cough… School was FUN today! Played battleship with the Poks! Two hour break was great! If it wasn’t a year two lecture, we would have played it through the lecture too! After school we were suppose meet up for dinner but I can’t make it because I had to buy dinner for my brother. I am sorry Poks. But I hope you guys enjoy it *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's Labour day! That would mean that I have time to recover from my sickness and also finish my tutorials for this week *smiles* Happy Hoildays Peepz!Take care... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4444593519590590854?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4444593519590590854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4444593519590590854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4444593519590590854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4444593519590590854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-25-when-for-lollipop-after-school.html' title='My Loving April!! Good Memories!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SBi6WBAE6NI/AAAAAAAAADY/t3dqvIj_sP0/s72-c/poks+outing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4038624181809010525</id><published>2008-04-20T03:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T15:24:05.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET MYSTICAL APRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;April 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Stayed home all day do home work. Biz law was a killer, but… I finished it! Going running with Cherie tomorrow morning before heading back to finish my last tutorial Taxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;April 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Unplanned birthday is definitely the best! When to school in the morning and PIE was in a long massive jam. Guess what my dad did? He reversed and made a change of road to CTE. On the way to my school I did some sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApGqJYnPcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fnUZL8Sq8Vk/s1600-h/P1000753.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191039210385522114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApGqJYnPcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fnUZL8Sq8Vk/s320/P1000753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Yeah! Took a pic of my dream house [I can only dream... never will i have enough money to stay there hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191038600500166066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApGGpYnPbI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q6ccrqwWYVc/s320/P1000754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Actually Singapore does have alot of nice photo taking sites and that includes HIGH WAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApFcJYnPaI/AAAAAAAAADA/umbxZL9NHsQ/s1600-h/P1000755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191037870355725730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApFcJYnPaI/AAAAAAAAADA/umbxZL9NHsQ/s320/P1000755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; My very own picture of the ferries wheel! Great Shot! [in my daddy's car cool ya!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was out of my house 15 minutes late and by going to school through CTE is 8km longer then PIE. It turns out that I am not only on time but early too! *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;School was great! I LOVE MY GEMS CLASS! They are all very nice people I meet Yiggie’s sister there too! I was wondering how my Gems class would be… I am worried that they are rather emo people, all very quite and attitude. But it turns out that they are great! They even sang me birthday song. *blush* Thank guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After school meet up with Mystic and we headed for City Hall. Watched Forbidden Kingdom. It’s really nice snuggling up with mystic watching movie and munching nachos extra cheese! *bleahx* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApE-JYnPZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cj3E8LgqdC0/s1600-h/2314918657_4d48fb417b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191037354959650194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApE-JYnPZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cj3E8LgqdC0/s320/2314918657_4d48fb417b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Guess who is my favorite character? The white hair villain!!!!! [Revenge on all guys who lie to me!!!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had Sakae after the movie, I sat down to open my present. He must be the sweetest desert in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApEoZYnPYI/AAAAAAAAACw/BodLJD57GZ8/s1600-h/P1000774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191036981297495426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApEoZYnPYI/AAAAAAAAACw/BodLJD57GZ8/s320/P1000774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;See that baby teddy? His called Huggies! Really Dear... no word can describe how loved I felt. I love you till the last rose dies.... *blush* I have made up my mind *evil plan in process* its a secret. *bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After which Mystic brought a cake for me and we head over to his house to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApEJ5YnPXI/AAAAAAAAACo/wry87_4s_IY/s1600-h/P1000762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191036457311485298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApEJ5YnPXI/AAAAAAAAACo/wry87_4s_IY/s320/P1000762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Guess what favour is it? chocolate yes... and... BANANA!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Speaking about Cakes I had the most cakes this year. one from lupdup one from mama and two from Mystic [one shared with Lewis another baked with me] *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApDyZYnPWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-334HMhH_FI/s1600-h/P1000770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191036053584559458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApDyZYnPWI/AAAAAAAAACg/-334HMhH_FI/s320/P1000770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Yes it's all MINE MUAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back home Shi Chun asked me what is the best thing about birthday. It’s great to have presents and cakes, but I guess the best thing about birthday is to know that friends you made along your way in life still remembers you, wishes you happy birthday. That’s what makes my birthday a happy one. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApDU5YnPVI/AAAAAAAAACY/61bwvaNF4-o/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191035546778418514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApDU5YnPVI/AAAAAAAAACY/61bwvaNF4-o/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey Guys try this site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.freerice.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I think is a good site since the price of rice is increasing we should help support the poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok i think i better head to lala-land or i will never be able to wake up on time to go running with Cherie tomorow. *laughs* Good night friendz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4038624181809010525?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4038624181809010525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4038624181809010525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4038624181809010525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4038624181809010525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-mystical-april.html' title='SWEET MYSTICAL APRIL'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SApGqJYnPcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fnUZL8Sq8Vk/s72-c/P1000753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6134175160840851353</id><published>2008-04-17T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:36:21.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WEEEeee!!!!!!! A week[almost] in school and I think that school is great! Why? Because I get to see S@lly! Khng! Chantel! Martin! Neh Neh!!!! [The funny lame full of crap guy] and all the other DAC04 people! *smiles* The modules this year are pretty heavy. But I think most of my teachers are nice people. Burn a hole in my pocket 90+ dollars gone to buying books. [Better make full use of the books I buy] and I still have other payments not made yet! I hope that I don’t fall in to AS in RWPS. Better start my reading habit again to improve my English. I have bizlaw this year and the teacher is freaking me out with this story that a girl takes like almost the whole day to understand one paragraph from the notes! But don’t get me wrong his a very nice teacher. I wonder what will my GEMS class be like? at T 1A!!!!!!! *stunned* Thank god i have Amanda with me. Love her to bitz! Teeheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No school today! Well I guess that this is going to be the only Thursday that I have no school. *laughs* Went out with ma in the morning to photocopy come documents. Then I came home to sleep. YES!!!!!!! Long pig nap! Woke up for dinner and now I am here hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am going to do a short blogging today because I need to do some reading up before lectures and also I have books borrowed from library. O and another reason would be I have to sleep early because tomorrow I have to look good for my after school activity! Hahaha… *humming a little tune* Happy birthday…..to meeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6134175160840851353?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6134175160840851353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6134175160840851353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6134175160840851353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6134175160840851353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6283317556013833045</id><published>2008-04-13T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:31:58.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School starts tomorrow, I better sleep early. Went out by myself today, it’s a good way to end my holiday. Got my eye browns pluck, did some shopping for ma. Brought some stationary, borrowed a few books from the library got my e-banking and also e- library reminder *laughs* finally I got my self a pair of shoes!!!!!!! Is so cute I just have to get it. Haha kk better sleep early today I don’t want to be later for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAIm55bK_GI/AAAAAAAAACI/op08ZSQSwS0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188752496793418850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAIm55bK_GI/AAAAAAAAACI/op08ZSQSwS0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Right foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAInBJbK_HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SoGdosQ-zzo/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188752621347470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAInBJbK_HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SoGdosQ-zzo/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Left foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6283317556013833045?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6283317556013833045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6283317556013833045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6283317556013833045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6283317556013833045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-tomorrow.html' title='School tomorrow!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAIm55bK_GI/AAAAAAAAACI/op08ZSQSwS0/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5071969943453844118</id><published>2008-04-13T02:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:46:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending of holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;School is starting soon. I am kind of looking forward to it. I have fully recharged my battery and I am ready to give my best. I am trying to pull my GPA higher. Let’s see... here is my plan when school starts. Every Tuesday I can meet up with mystic for dinner before he goes for band. Every Saturday morning I can go running with Cherie. Every Sunday morning I will go over to Heartbeat to bush up my percussion skills and then I can head over to the library to borrow some books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks of the holiday has been FABULOUS!!! I got my hair highlighted! [Thank you dear]. Went to a very high class pub! Majestic pub is a very cool place we took some photos. But I have to wait for Gwen to up load it. Guess what! I had fruit juice in pub and ate mango pudding! *Laughs hysterically* That pub was great! Someday I am going to stay at the hotel. Hang on; let me check if they have a web site. Ok here is the web site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newmajestichotel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://www.newmajestichotel.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. It is actually located at a very convent place its 5 minutes walking distant from Outram Park MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to China town and Cherie the tour guide told Gwen and me some stories about the different streets in China town. Note: A trip to China town taught me some interesting facts. 1 There is no temple in China town but there are two mosques. 2 There is no fortune teller in China town. 3 I WOULD LOVE YO GO CHINA TOWN AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to mystic’s house and we baked cake! Heee... my first self baked birthday cake! I had so much fun! Maybe next time we should try cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAD-wDHK2HI/AAAAAAAAACA/dN_M4tKJd3g/s1600-h/Picture+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188426872153364594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAD-wDHK2HI/AAAAAAAAACA/dN_M4tKJd3g/s320/Picture+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! BEST CAKE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This cake kinda reminds me of my sweet 16 birthday. Where my kind friends lovingly pick out the creamiest cake and smash it on my whole body and I went home smelling of butter for the next three days. [these are the few most memorable birthday that is related to cakes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O heartbeat celebrated my birthday too! Thank you Lub Dup! Guess what! A star join heartbeat and she was my senior in Sac too! I remember Tara once told me about her. Saying she once said that her sir taught her this code, “Do it that’s it, no if not but” and we junior only know the first half. *laughs* Her birthday is on April 17 so... Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O here are some photos when we went out. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 349px" src="http://w287.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="426" height="349" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=112" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mulitshots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I better sleep early tomorrow. School is starting on MONDAY! And I am still sleeping at like 3 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night every one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Maybe I should hit Bugis tomorrow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5071969943453844118?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5071969943453844118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5071969943453844118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5071969943453844118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5071969943453844118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/ending-of-holiday.html' title='Ending of holiday'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/SAD-wDHK2HI/AAAAAAAAACA/dN_M4tKJd3g/s72-c/Picture+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1672348880979698528</id><published>2008-04-05T00:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:16:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;April 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Woke up in the morning to register GEMS it was a very terrifying experience. Lucky I got into one of my choice. When out with ma-mi to China town, got my self a dress, a belt and a pair of palms. I think I should hit that place more often there is so many old things that I like about there the coffee shop that sell all the oldie food! All the oldie shopping center. Feels kind of nice. O ma shown me the China chickz. At first I didn’t know. She pointed to a girl in about her 30s or maybe late 20s. She was reading news paper beside a ah peak. When I zoom my view out I realize that in between every ah peak there is a woman! Then they pretend to read news paper then slowly talk to the ah peak. The next thing I know when I came down from the food court her hands were over the ah peak shoulder! Sheese! O well those are near the MRT if you walk further down is actually pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping with ma-mi when to East Cost, we walked around while waiting for brother. Went to a seafood restaurant for dinner. I had lobster! And black pepper crab. I never knew that black pepper crab tasted so nice! Yes yes now you know for the 18+ years of my life on April 2 08 is the first time I tasted black pepper crab. Brother took a picture of me with my filthy hands and my Oscars t-shit.*laugh* We had lots of fun! I wished that papa was there… but he has to work. *sob* I had fun! Thank you ma-mi! thank you brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;April 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA-MI!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When out with ma-mi in the morning to collect a parcel for brother. After which we went over to grandma’s house to help her out. [Cook lunch and arrange the offerings for our ancestors] When home to bath, and meet Wanying at town to grab my new school bag for school. It was raining and we were playing a fool... sheese I didn't know I'll miss her and her stupid pranks. *laughs* After getting the bag we went to raffles to wait for the others to come. Something stupid happened [fly incident and the stupid hair dryer]. *chuckles* Meet the rest Gwen Wong and friend, Mel, Erica, Christina and Cherylynn. When to VCH meet Tara, Erin, Denise, Regina and all the juniors [too many]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert is kind of long, but I enjoy it. It feels good to meet up with all my friends. O Sac primary brass band is Very GOOD! When they came out everyone was laughing at them because their uniform looks like little ducklings but, when they started playing they WOW everyone. Talked to my juniors during the interval caught up with some of the latest gossip and some old memories hunted me. Well my 4 darling juniors are coming to SP. That makes me really happy. Then I can take gems with them! *rejoice* O speaking about gems I am taking online entrepreneur with Amanda! *weeee* O I didn’t know my juniors read my blog. Haha thanks juniors love you! Leave a tag the next time you read my blog okie and a link to your blog if you have one okie. =D I will try to go back to band more =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we went to eat at lao ba sa. Talked abit took some pictures and Guess what!!!!!!! I took a picture with Tara, Cherie and Christina and I LOOK like FELICIA TOH!!!!!! I am so freak! When Cherie send me the picture I will post it on blog =D Love them! Feels good to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Papa fetched Tara and Cherie home and then he send me home, before going to work Thank you papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;April 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Woke up very tired but I have decided to go visit mystic. Miss him... watched family guy with him.. *chuckles* I like slacking my day away with him. *love struck* Going to do some trimming of hair with mystic tomorrow and I need to go grab photo for school mag from Khng. Eh KHNG!!!!!! REMEMBER AR think about the happy things that happened  toyou than the bad things in that day ya =D life is so much better looking at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1672348880979698528?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1672348880979698528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1672348880979698528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1672348880979698528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1672348880979698528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/having-fun-d.html' title='Having Fun! =D'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3211996635842494367</id><published>2008-04-01T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:18:19.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ma mi’s birthday April 3. To me she is a very great woman. She was there when I did my leg operation. [Even though she fainted when the doctor clean my wounds, I scream so loud that she faint] She was there when I am sick and high with fever. [She took care of me the whole night] She was there when I cry so hard that I almost puke everything I ate out. [She was there to tell me everything is going be all right] Happy birthday Ma mi I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with her tomorrow, going China Town to do some shopping. Lets see… I need a pair or palms, a haversack for school, and a “kai kai”[outing] bag. Then maybe I would like to buy some accessories. I am getting bored of my dressing. Want to do something different. O just got my self a pair of new sandals. The slipper I just brought [ripples] broke when I was back in school to do some interview and I have to drag myself home all the way from Dover to Tampines. *Sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R_Jbif42dVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0LUKsPJFaZY/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184306769290491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R_Jbif42dVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0LUKsPJFaZY/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nice ya? I love it! heee.... time to be abit more lady like *bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When out with Cherie and Gwen to color bar. Accompany them to dye their hair. The results were really good and the price was pretty colorful too. Gwen’s expression when the person told her the price was priceless. Its Tuesday so we had Gelare ice-cream! *heavenly* After that when to east coast with Gwen to shop around. Something not so pleasant happen. But never mind. I think today my happiness out weight my unhappiness. Gwen was there to back me up so I think I am really lucky. Thank you Gwen. I think I am blessed with a very good dear. Love my sashimi!!!!!!!!! Very good friends, parents and brother. I really shouldn’t grumble about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Going out with Gwen and Cherie next Tuesday to celebrate my birthday. I know it early but when school start I won’t be able to celebrate it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must study very hard during year two. My friend actually counted for me if I want to get a GPA of 3.5 I need an average of 3.75 for the next four semester!!!! Kk tomorrow register GEMS I am taking it with Amanda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ST013A"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Know Your Temperament Blends (ST013A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;GE/ST013A/FT/05&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1646&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hope I can get in.... WISH ME LUCK!!!!!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3211996635842494367?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3211996635842494367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3211996635842494367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3211996635842494367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3211996635842494367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/04/bliss-life.html' title='Bliss life'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R_Jbif42dVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0LUKsPJFaZY/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7763275513263830659</id><published>2008-03-27T02:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:41:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Weee! Woke up early today to run with Cherie in Bedok reservoir then had lunch. Walk to 85 to walk around and we brought ice cream. [Cheap ones] She waited with me for bus and I waited with her for the rain to stop, so she can go home. *laughs* Went home to sleep and then I am out again with her for dinner! Each of us brought a shirt form the night market at Tampines. I got a grayish with Oscar and she got a green one with starbucks logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfcv42dUI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Co3BLFG7EM/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182129637483246914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfcv42dUI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Co3BLFG7EM/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am sure to wear this shirt to class when i woke up at the wrong side of my bed *bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Had sushi with her yesterday and guess what? The two of us ate 30 plates!!! We are inhuman! Hahaha we eat eat eat then after that we felt v full and we did a count and we were like OMG! The two of us have 30 plates of sushi and 4 cups of drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qbp_42dQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8lKy40gxqA/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182125467070002434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qbp_42dQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j8lKy40gxqA/s320/DSC04841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This green thing is super nice! Those green stuff are green tea leaves and inside has cream YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qbVP42dPI/AAAAAAAAABI/-dK3Flu9oug/s1600-h/DSC04839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182125110587716850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qbVP42dPI/AAAAAAAAABI/-dK3Flu9oug/s320/DSC04839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;DROOLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qb4v42dRI/AAAAAAAAABY/S9BE3TiwxH0/s1600-h/DSC04836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182125720473072914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qb4v42dRI/AAAAAAAAABY/S9BE3TiwxH0/s320/DSC04836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yes yes here you meet the two monster who ate 30 PLATES of sushi!!!! got some more plate but they kept =[ hahaha or we will pile all up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Did some shopping I brought my ma a jacket from esprit *smile* lucky she likes it. Got myself a belt and some clips. Then guess what Cherie got me this pair of ear rings [birthday present] is like OMG!!!!!!! They are from bag age. It’s super cool! Thankz girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfTP42dTI/AAAAAAAAABo/G4lEgkVr07c/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfOP42dSI/AAAAAAAAABg/Yblky1YyqSM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182129388375143714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfOP42dSI/AAAAAAAAABg/Yblky1YyqSM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Yes this is the very nice ear ring the price also very nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went to collect this dress that my ma brought for me [birthday present] at veeko. Thank you mami teeehee... Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am going to pack my room tomorrow and maybe go out grab some socks and I would see what else I need when school reopens. O Guys the timetable are out. My stinks! so many break *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7763275513263830659?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7763275513263830659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7763275513263830659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7763275513263830659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7763275513263830659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping day!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-qfcv42dUI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Co3BLFG7EM/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-306967226075284346</id><published>2008-03-25T02:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:27:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that i have learn =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;YEAH! I have finish reading death note 107chapter of maga! 28 page per chapter. [is a pain to my neck] But I enjoy it heee… Justice always win! Welll… actually I learn a lot today... I learn that everyone has their own set of thinking and different people see the world differently and it’s ok. We can’t change the word by ourselves. We just have to find the hidden joy in this world. *smiles* this world would be perfect, if we just accept the world the way it is and not try to make a perfect world of our own. That’s what death note taught me. It’s already perfect! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching baby blues and you know what I really like it. It taught me good morals. Teach me things that I don’t usually see. Like this episode “Teddy-cam”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dizzy: Mr. Mac.. how do you know someone really loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Darryl: Well… I guess..&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: They make you feel that you’re special&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: Stick by you when things get tough&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: Well you know what, you can never really know in fact&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: In the end giving your heart to someone is just a huge leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I guess you just have to make that one big jump and trust that your other half will catch you *smiles* you will never know if you never try. So what if you fail try again or you will never find the right guy. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And another one from the episode “Baby Blues: Hurtin' Inside”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Darryl: I have this crazy idea that if I like that girl you should respect her, listen to her, let her know how special she is. Wake up every morning and asked your self how can I make her happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dizzy: This is the kind of guy that I want someone who wakes up every morning and says how can I make the woman I love happy. Never mind how he looks. This is a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This make me realize how luck I am to have mystic *smiles* because he makes me feel this way! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And I do learn a thing or two about parenting. They have gone through so much. When we are very young we thank them by crying all night and when we are older we thank them by saying that they are annoying nagging and complain about them. But if you think of it for a moment when you fall down they are the ones who are there to pick you up that’s the most important part*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181372645202359506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-fu9_42dNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XojLNryC0jo/s320/picking+them+up.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This scene just look so cute that i have to post it hahaha [but it does have some truth to it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-fvMP42dOI/AAAAAAAAABA/9uj91RSNB0Q/s1600-h/babyblues+scar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181372890015495394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-fvMP42dOI/AAAAAAAAABA/9uj91RSNB0Q/s320/babyblues+scar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hey if you guys are thinking of watching Baby blues here is the webby : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/wildmerlewallace"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/wildmerlewallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy watching heee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is for those who love chocolates! Dark choco + white choco = milk choco! Watch this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7NNZ5Jo51Y8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=7NNZ5Jo51Y8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-306967226075284346?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/306967226075284346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=306967226075284346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/306967226075284346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/306967226075284346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-i-have-learn-d.html' title='Things that i have learn =D'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-fu9_42dNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XojLNryC0jo/s72-c/picking+them+up.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1369691182069558146</id><published>2008-03-23T02:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:51:44.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Sunday'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER SUNDAY PEOPLE!!!! Guess what people I have my first Easter egg at 12 am!!!! Heee… I am was talking to Cherie and this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie: HAPPY EASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [I draw her an Easter egg and told her is not very well drawn because I am using a touch pad and I told her I am sorry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how our drawing looks like heee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VUGf42dMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ze5TQcz3UeM/s1600-h/EASTER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180639416975520962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VUGf42dMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ze5TQcz3UeM/s320/EASTER.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We talk about so much, this and that Teeheee... You know Cherie this entry is for you i love you! Darling and i love you even more when we are Gobbling sushi together!!!! If i can make a whish on Easter Sunday it would be SUSHI 99CENTs with YOU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess i should turn off the lights now... got band tomorrow. Good night darling sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VTjf42dLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yGyDueTwaRk/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180638815680099506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VTjf42dLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yGyDueTwaRk/s320/katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VTZP42dKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RSOwrTqPlRU/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1369691182069558146?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1369691182069558146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1369691182069558146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1369691182069558146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1369691182069558146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EZAHzEQqcwo/R-VUGf42dMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ze5TQcz3UeM/s72-c/EASTER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8372434335340159397</id><published>2007-12-03T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:02:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day where i feel that i am good for nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Nothing really went right for me today. Have you ever have one of those days where you think nothing of yourself and wonder why on earth are you living in this world? Well I do. And today happens to be the day. Skipped the standard charted due to lup dup. Went there and I can’t even play that score properly. Well I am getting kind of pissed at my-self. You see I haven’t been excelling in almost everything. Some times I really wonder what I am good for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;When I as in the play school a girl name Stephanie once said this to me, “See your like my mother, pretty butt no use, all the pretty people is like that one, no brain” It didn’t really bother me then. When I as in primary school, while my mum was purchasing something in the store, while waiting for her outside, a girl with her mother and brother pass by me and she pointed at me and said “ma! Look a beggar”. Was telling myself not to cry, while I was walking home with ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Back then when I was still young, ma would have to purchase daily products bringing me along. Some times when there is too much things to carry she would put them all around me and ask me to wait for her outside the shop, while she goes into a bakery to grab some breakfast for us. Passerby will stare at me give me a weird face. I am just like a sore thumb sticking out from everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Cousins didn’t really treat me well and aunty is adding oil to fire. I didn’t really have a very good childhood. [With people would be more like it] I was always told that I am wrong. And I believed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Going into primary school and then secondary school nothing is really right for me. My results fluctuate like stocks shares markets. I do have friends [that I can count with my finger] and enemies which I think would be 4 times more then friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My day use to boost to me about my brother being a prefect in primary school, when I was a prefect in secondary school, he simply said I wasn’t tall enough to be a prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I always told me self if I put in my best I would be come successful. But seriously when I look back I don’t see my self going any good. I haven’t been very good at almost anything and I think I have let my ma down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Was on the way home just about to cross the street, I told myself “I will just cross and if I am not dead then it would be I am at least good for something and that god created me to be useful”. Ends up I do not have the guts to do it. Maybe if there way a bicyclist who couldn’t stop the break in time I might have been push to the road and have it tested out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Please don’t tell me I am good at things. I can’t excel in studies what am I suppose to be when I grow up? Beggar? And everyone will stare at me like a sore thumb sticking out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I can’t even excel in something I like. Music it is as good as giving it up. Seriously practice makes perfect 5 years and I think I still have got my basic correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Being good at something that does not count in GDP is as good as nothing. I wonder how I will survive in the world next time with the GST increasing to 12%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;100 marks people can get 100 marks and I got only 43. People get 70 plus and it’s not good enough for them. They got 3.9 and yet they say they are lousy. It really makes me think if I am of any use and with such lousy results I wonder if anyone would want to hire me next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Well ok let’s not talk about studies. How about drawing? Christina is a good artist she can easily be a famous designer. Tara a good musical, Cherylynn she is good at communicating she can be sales executives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;? She is good at almost everything. Berine is like one of the smartest person I have known. With so many smart people do you think there’s a place for me in the society next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;On days like this I would think about what am I doing here on earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I know everyone has a reason for being here. And maybe my reason is to be here to be good for nothing so people would have something to compare. [Yes who ever is reading I am external locals of control blame everyone but myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;The weather is super cold and i am freezing and having a tounge ouser is not making me feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Please just one of these few times that I whine let me finish it and don’t condemn me for what I have said today….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8372434335340159397?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8372434335340159397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8372434335340159397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8372434335340159397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8372434335340159397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-where-i-feel-that-i-am-good-for.html' title='A day where i feel that i am good for nothing.'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3282033619242772153</id><published>2007-11-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:36:25.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love being mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;Yes yes I am sorry people I know I have not been updating my blog and my maintenance date has passed a gazillion year. I have been busy with all the school work. Firstly I wanted to say that I am sorry that I miss Cherie’s birthday, and I am sorry that I miss the BBQ/ chalet. Please do not think I am not bothering about you guy anymore is just that I am a little caught up with school stuff. My holidays are coming up and I will defiantly go back for band *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just talking to Shirley on train just now, about how different our expected poly life and real poly life is. Before we enter poly we thought that poly life is cool and we get to dress our best to school and catch all the attention we can in school. But when we enter poly we have 101 things that we will never finish doing and we can’t dress as we like as we have to carry our laptops and also climb up a billion flights of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talk about how those who actually dress themselves up and how they suck up to teacher. And get A’s haha you should have heard us is like super funny la we laugh utill the aunty who stands in front of us also laughing haha. Is like super funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know I am kind of crazy something but really haha what’s fun in life without being crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3282033619242772153?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3282033619242772153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3282033619242772153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3282033619242772153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3282033619242772153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-being-mad.html' title='love being mad'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6798473974684472816</id><published>2007-11-22T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:57:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Muhaha I am finally free to blog *laughs out loud* In school now having my half an hour break.&lt;br /&gt;School has been very busy for me. Didn’t exactly do very well for my MST. Failed my stats and pass my MOB with three pathetic marks. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Having a make up later for PACC. Which there will be no Accounts tutorial the next week *rejoice*&lt;br /&gt;Life in poly have been so busy for me that I hardy realize that December is approaching. I am still having school with an exam coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I kind of miss secondary school. Not the school but memorizes I have in school. Being in an all girl school we have so much fun just behaving as we like without the presence of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding down staircase handle. Flopping our self on almost anywhere when we are tired [chair, grass patch, floor, hall, music room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them. Just sitting around and chatting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is up going for pacc =[ I will blog again later when I am home muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6798473974684472816?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6798473974684472816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6798473974684472816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6798473974684472816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6798473974684472816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-them.html' title='I miss them'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3862451805534588920</id><published>2007-10-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:33:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/coming_soon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[[Blog under maintenance until 12 November ]]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3862451805534588920?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3862451805534588920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3862451805534588920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3862451805534588920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3862451805534588920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging break'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3446946236670110716</id><published>2007-10-25T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:14:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siansation =[</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;*Yawns* Good morning people. It’s a dark morning as I have yet to see the sun. [6:07am] Well I hope my lesson to day would now be boring I am super tired. Lets see what I have to do today... bring 2 bucks for Martin [treasurer] try to finish the Gems ppt Go check out my black boards for all modules to see what I have to do during e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;I will post a longer post when I have the time =[so tired… going for my driest day of the week.&lt;br /&gt; *Snores...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3446946236670110716?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3446946236670110716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3446946236670110716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3446946236670110716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3446946236670110716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/10/siansation.html' title='siansation =['/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1304787058240097713</id><published>2007-10-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:39:55.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/nemui.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;*Oink* guess what I started my day being lazy, switching off my alum and not waking up for morning run. Negotiated with my dad and decided that I take train to school every morning. Went to school and I ran through the normal process of schoolwork. Think I better to study now haha... just s short post I better go write my notes! *CHEERS*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1304787058240097713?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1304787058240097713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1304787058240097713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1304787058240097713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1304787058240097713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/10/oink-guess-what-i-started-my-day-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2874340109630870206</id><published>2007-10-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:42:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/love_you.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Hey! Peeps yes yes I am back to blog. I know I haven been blogging. Finally went to trim my eyebrows on Friday with Adeline, Shirley and mystic dear. *smiles* got my poster printed out just in time for band, all thanks to mystic. It turns out that the voting is not Friday the dateline has been extended to...*pondering* hm... I am not really sure when. *laughs* Well I really hope my design wins. *praying hard and crossing finger*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was super duper whopper fun! Even though there is a lot of absentees. Well I know this might sound a little bad. But I think it’s because there is less people and I am not as stress thus I am not as frighten to make mistake as when there is full band, because I am afraid that I will make the whole band repeat time and again just for me to get it right. Moreover when I make a mistake and the whole band look at me and I feel like I have been seen right through. It some how gives me a feeling that I am like a little bug in the whole forests with all the bird staring at you. *gulped* O well I have to get use to Mr. Tan calling me as instrument. Keep ignoring him when he asks me to play because he called the instrument’s name and not me. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to mystic’s house on Saturday slept my day away in his house. Bet I must be a real pig *oink* mystic mystic. *day dream* Sometime just looking at him makes me feel bliss at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Going running in the morning before school starts. IDEA has a new teacher I wonder if she would be nice. No sectionals this coming Monday but we have decided to stay back to do the CRS project. Better ask Yu Ping how the shirt design is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Band I wonder if they are going to vote for the poster. O I better remember to ask Yun Wei when is she free so we can do our gems project. I hope the last article that I submitted to my CRS teacher is approved. O not forgetting to bring my advertisement *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: School ends early I sure hope mystic is free and we can go grab lunch together. *smiles* even if is just spending a short while with him will make me feel happy enough.*twitter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Would be a really long day for me 8-5 *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Band day and guess what Saturday would be mystic day again. I LOVE FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I like looking at him when I am holding his hand. He asks me if there’s anything wrong and I would say nothing. Nothing, nothing could be use to say how much I loved him.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2874340109630870206?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2874340109630870206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2874340109630870206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2874340109630870206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2874340109630870206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-him.html' title='i love him'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5452882845622699186</id><published>2007-10-04T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T06:54:22.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ohayo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;Yes yes I am finally blogging *amazed* sorry I haven been blogging well I have been busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP Band:&lt;br /&gt;Musical delight score is up is time to practice. Well Audrey gave me a melody part I better practice and not let her down. After all the first instrument that I played was xylophone. Playing the same score as Ogy for that piece, bet [with scissor, paper, stone] my parts with him and I took the marimba. *gins* [grinning for now when it comes to sectionals I think I won’t be able to smile *blehx*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LupDup band:&lt;br /&gt;Heard from sir that we are going to have a concert next year-end. Got a tom part for a jazz piece. That song is 23 years old!!!! When sir brought the score over it’s like a million years old. He told us about the night like in the 70s he calls it a kind of art. Well I guess when he puts it that way it is a kind of art. I wonder if that really happens... [o is a long story you can ask me if you want to know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSCC:&lt;br /&gt;Got a FO meeting for I don’t know what. Which means I have to go home at an even later time. *Grumbles* The club shirt is on going. Got to represent the club for some secondary school thingy next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;Got my very first project CRS. O! CRS rocks! Why why why? Because it allows me to pick up reading. *muahaha*  It’s a new term and I am hoping for the best. Hee... wish me luck *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;My friend is here after all the delay. I bet she went on an around the world trip before coming. I hope she doesn’t get too excited in school. hm... *Thinking* maybe I should go get some flu tablets for mystic. *Praying hard that mystic gets well soon* ok think I better get going school is starting soon and the first lesson is econs!!! The subject is fine the teacher is not! Guess I better hurry. PS:Hey people please take ya? A lot of people are falling sick now. Drink lots or water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;*CHEERS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5452882845622699186?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5452882845622699186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5452882845622699186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5452882845622699186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5452882845622699186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-updated.html' title='Blog updated'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-291117413288932671</id><published>2007-09-27T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:52:47.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense-less</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Girls&lt;br /&gt;Like to be pampered&lt;br /&gt;Hear sweet thing [but save your sweet nothings it doesn’t work]&lt;br /&gt;Likes to be praised&lt;br /&gt;Wants to be adore&lt;br /&gt;Be loved&lt;br /&gt;Basic!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;br /&gt;At least if you did none of the above&lt;br /&gt;at least&lt;br /&gt;don’t lie to her&lt;br /&gt;make use of her&lt;br /&gt;ditch her&lt;br /&gt;ignore her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such an ass. 20 bucks extra for me tomorrow or maybe 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine for doing the entire “do not” above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been observing people who are attached, and I thank god that I have such a sweet mystic. *decided* I would like to treat him good to my best ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by a sweet loving mystical aura&lt;br /&gt; *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-291117413288932671?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/291117413288932671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=291117413288932671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/291117413288932671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/291117413288932671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/sense-less.html' title='sense-less'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6715708785940814705</id><published>2007-09-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:40:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will i be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;“When I was just a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;I asked my mother What will I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Will I be pretty?Will I be rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Here's what she said to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;The future's not ours to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;When I grew up and fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;I asked my sweetheart What lies ahead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Will we have rainbowsDay after day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;The future's not ours to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Now I have children of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;They ask their mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;What will I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Will I be handsome?Will I be rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;I tell them tenderly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Whatever will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;The future's not ours to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Que sera, sera.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;Some time it really keeps me thinking what will become of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;"&gt;[Too much to say too hard to put into words]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6715708785940814705?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6715708785940814705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6715708785940814705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6715708785940814705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6715708785940814705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-will-i-be.html' title='what will i be?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7566764433456577980</id><published>2007-09-21T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:58:14.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays ending soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/suyasuya.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;Haven been blogging. Did average for my exams *note to self must do better for next sem* Got the same GEMS as Adeline. *smiles* ADELINE if got group work or project must do together okie?  Btw I hear Martin and Nathan are in the same class too. *laughs* if got group work I know who to go. We can make a DAC/FT/1A/04 group. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not intending to go for band later because Mr Tan is not going to be there so I think it will really be a waste of my time going. Going to hop by mystic’s house later. Was just reading “ice angle” blog and an idea struck me. Going to grab mystic something before I go over to his house. *giggles* Was packing his room with him yesterday. Gosh! All the things that he has to throw. And I always thought his room has the least things ever. O well glad that I could be there to help him. As he was throwing the books I was jus wondering if I get a sneak peak of his diary that he used to keep. *shakes head* nope! No where in sight. I wonder what he will write in his diary. *shrugs* o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading people’s blog and tagging them. *laughs* I think I should leave one day to do some packing of stuff for school. O well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns getting tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzzzzZzzzz……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7566764433456577980?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7566764433456577980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7566764433456577980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7566764433456577980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7566764433456577980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/holidays-ending-soon.html' title='holidays ending soon'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8724291172597674264</id><published>2007-09-18T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:33:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do we have here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/uttori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;Ok I am back from camp for 3 days. Been well. Love my home so much! LOVE my mum! Treasured my Mystic! Really they are the best. My brother is getting better at the family thingy. He became more caring towards the family I wonder what happened. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Cherie now poor girl. Just realize the band is falling apart. I can’t help much if you ask me. I promise to do at least a small thing for the band. After all my love for percussion starts from sac. Going to talk to Mr. J on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s mystic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No music no life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do it that’s it, no buts no if*&lt;br /&gt; *I grew up with these I wonder if they still remember*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8724291172597674264?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8724291172597674264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8724291172597674264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8724291172597674264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8724291172597674264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-do-we-have-here.html' title='what do we have here?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-669188772216801248</id><published>2007-09-12T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:03:04.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog break down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/hoshini.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Blog break down... reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;12-15 sept camp [not around to blog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;16 sept [band in the morning catch up with sleep after that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;17 sept [going school to collect money then hopfully i can hop over and hang out with my dearest mystic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;outcome bloging after 17sept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;I wish that you were here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-669188772216801248?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/669188772216801248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=669188772216801248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/669188772216801248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/669188772216801248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-break-down.html' title='blog break down'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3753737477071450613</id><published>2007-09-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:13:09.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GEMS'/><title type='text'>GEMS that i am taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Science &amp; Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="CP016S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Amazing Creatures Big &amp;amp; Small (CP016S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;This module provides an overview of the diversity of animal and plant life from biological, economic, ethical and ecological perspectives. The status of biodiversity both locally and internationally and the impact of current threats from habitat destruction, introduction of exotic species, disease and over-exploitation will be discussed, together with possible human interventions to stem the loss of biodiversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&gt;Seats: 1 x 40 = 40&gt;Offered by: CLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Class: GE/CP016S/FT/01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Day/Time: Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Venue: T1635&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;LTP: LEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Seats: 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="CP001S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Nutrition and Wellness (CP001S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Do you know that you already own the most important, complex, and valuable piece of machinery ever created? Your body! It’s worth the effort taking good care of it so you can do the things you want to do. One of the ways to do so is through good nutrition, which is the key component of health, along with a healthy lifestyle. It helps you get the most out of life – i.e., to look good, feel great and be your best at work and play. This is like a jigsaw puzzle with many parts and each part—or food—is different. Some foods may have more fat, sugar or salt while others may have more vitamins or fibre. There is a place for all these foods in your body. A balanced diet is like a completed jigsaw puzzle. This module will help you to complete this jigsaw puzzle. It covers the principles of food selection, examines your personal eating habits and identifies ways to promote healthy eating for general well-being through sound nutrition principles.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Seats: 3 x 40 = 120&gt;Offered by: CLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Class: GE/CP001S/FT/01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/CP001S/FT/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/CP001S/FT/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Day/Time: Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: T1A44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T2132&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1A35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTP: LEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats: 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="MS001S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Mathematical Games and Puzzles (MS001S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Aims to stimulate students’ interest in mathematics and at the same time to hone their analytical reasoning and problem solving skills. These will be achieved through various activities with games and puzzles e.g. card games, magic squares, logic games etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&gt;Seats: 10 x 40 = 400 &gt;Offered by: MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Class: GE/MS001S/FT/01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/MS001S/FT/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Day/Time: Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Venue: T1A54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T624&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T631&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T944 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1A55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T741&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T314&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T633&lt;br /&gt;T1A48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1845&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;LTP: LEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats: 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Arts &amp; Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ST013A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Know Your Temperament Blends (ST013A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This module aims to provide students with an understanding of temperament blends and tells how you can improve yourself by identifying your strengths and weaknesses. Learning why you act the way you do will: 1. Advance you in your job and career 2. Enable you to deal with depression and anger 3. Improve your relationship with people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&gt;Seats: 5 x 40 = 200 &gt;Offered by: MIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Class: GE/ST013A/FT/01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST013A/FT/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST013A/FT/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST013A/FT/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST013A/FT/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Day/Time: Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Venue: T1A52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1A47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1752&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;LTP: LEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats: 40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="LC304A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Film Appreciation (LC304A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Aims to expose students to different film genres and develop an appreciation of film and its place in society. Students learn skills to analyse and critique a film in order to see how films reflect issues of the real world. In addition, they will learn about different aspects of film production, from characterisation to cinematography, to gain insights into how films are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&gt;Seats: 6 x 30 = 180 &gt;Offered by: LC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Class: GE/LC304A/FT/01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC304A/FT/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC304A/FT/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC304A/FT/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC304A/FT/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC304A/FT/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day/Time: Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Venue: T312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T834&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1A58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T831&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T312&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;T1632&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;LTP: TUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats: 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="LC307A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Effective Job Search Skills (LC307A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Aims to equip students with effective job search skills. The skills include identifying job openings from different sources that match students’ qualifications, writing resumes that highlight their strengths and suitability for the job, and writing application letters. Through roleplays and group discussions, students will also learn the importance of preparing for and answering questions effectively during a job interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&gt;Seats: 10 x 25 = 250&gt;Offered by: LC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/01&lt;br /&gt;Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T1632&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/02&lt;br /&gt;Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T1A47&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/03&lt;br /&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T732&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/04&lt;br /&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T4A51&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/05&lt;br /&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T612&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/06&lt;br /&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T1A53&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/07&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1A43&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/08&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T2122&lt;br /&gt;TUT&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;GE/LC307A/FT/09&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1851&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Business &amp;amp; Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="BA013B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Know Your Rights (BA013B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;This module introduces students to the legal knowledge they will need in situations they are likely to find themselves in. The module will help students understand their individual legal rights as a Consumer, an Employee, a Road user, a Spouse and a Child.The module will also provide a brief introduction to an individual’s rights in a criminal case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 8 x 40 = 320 &gt;Offered by: SB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/01&lt;br /&gt;Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T831&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/02&lt;br /&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T1A46&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/03&lt;br /&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T831&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/04&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1A65&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/05&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T945&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/06&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T2012&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/07&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T944&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/BA013B/FT/08&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1836&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ST010B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Customer Service – The Competitive Advantage (ST010B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;Aims to provide students the skills required to provide excellent customer service. Customer service is a relative small area in a business organization. It is relatively easy to compete on product and price but the most difficult thing is to compete on service. How customer focus organizations differentiate itself from their competitors? Students will be introduced to topics such as Service Attitude, Listening to Customers, Handling Uncomfortable Situations, Measuring Customer Satisfaction, Engineering the Customer Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 7 x 30 = 210 &gt;Offered by: MIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/01&lt;br /&gt;Mon 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T1753&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/02&lt;br /&gt;Tue 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T624&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/03&lt;br /&gt;Thu 8 am - 10 am&lt;br /&gt;T621&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/04&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T742&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/05&lt;br /&gt;Wed 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1641&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/06&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T1746&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333300;"&gt;GE/ST010B/FT/07&lt;br /&gt;Fri 1 pm - 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;T832&lt;br /&gt;LEC&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3753737477071450613?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3753737477071450613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3753737477071450613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3753737477071450613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3753737477071450613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/gems-that-i-am-taking.html' title='GEMS that i am taking'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1043821160735183384</id><published>2007-09-10T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:03:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday christina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/trampoline.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 7 plus by the screeching of my parrot. Went running with ma. We chat a bit. From family to friends to food! *laughs* When to the Malay coffee shop for breakfast. Reach home at 8 some thing going nine. Did some posting of comment on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to cook lunch for my self. *Traumatized* The fish! It was staring at me! AHHHHH!!!! Seriously please no more cooking for me. OK! WAIT! Let me explain. It’s not that I don’t know how to cook. But really just imagine a whole fish lay there. EYES staring at you! Then the smell! OMG! *paranoid* It’s like a dead body there and I am messing with it! Yes my nice mum kindly left the whole fish there~! With scales! And I have to clean it and cut the fins and all! *screams in horror* When I was done cooking it I left it there. Didn’t even dare eat. Then there was sotong. I cooked sotong a few weeks ago, and guess what. Yes you got it I didn’t eat it too. How can I! It’s good enough that I didn’t puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knows me will know the only pork I eat is Bedok 85 market the ba cho mee, and mystic’s porridge. I hardy eat meat [all kinds] I love fish [use to, but I don’t think I will eat it after today] vegetable and fruits lover. Really I am thinking of converting my self to a vegetarian. How can I eat them?! It was staring at me! Never ate steaks ever since I saw how the territories beheaded the US soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I have for lunch then? I had rice and the left over of yesterday’s bake-bean and potato. *smiles* it’s just so much better eating some thing without eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made phone calls [many many] to ask people if they want to order the CSCC club t-shirt. Lucky Pei Shan got call the other half of the list. *relieved* thanks girl love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with ma tonight to cut her hair. Hee I wonder what kind of hairstyle would she like this time. Then I will force her to take me out for dinner and vegetable all the way!!! Yong tau fu would be good. *Thinking about the fish, puking sensation returns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Adeline’s blog here are my replies girl. Didn’t tag it because I think it would be too long and I don’t want to flood your tag box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the waffle ice-cream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha is nice to eat waffle ice-cream by spreading it ma haha. Like that then you will get ice-cream in every mouth. Eh your baby also eats like that? *laughs* Competition? *shakes head* no no we should meet up some day and talk about the philosophy or waffle ice-cream. The JOY! Haha *oppz, cover mouth* just kidding. Haha... btw the picture looks like that one I ate before IBM! Haha... *shrugs* o well! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to chijmes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl if you want to go on other day just give me a call ya? Mystic and I would gladly accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you didn’t fail and I didn’t fail too! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl ar you still haven't tell me which gems you want. Eh going to do the animals one? Go la go la =X haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 pm meet Christina my dear birthday girl. What a sweet candy! We walk around for a little while then we meet Gwen lim. The three of us headed to Bugis streets the eye brown trimming shop. Guess what it closed down. [I wonder who is going to trim my eye brow for me now. Better go find a good one soon.] Christina got her eye brown trim at another shop. After which we went to Swee Lee to and get her a pair of drumsticks. Wanted to get her a metronome but it cost 60 bucks! *the room is spinning* *Hoots* Saw sun-burst... went in to look for the price *o shoot think I am fainting* What was it? Sun ray? Sun set? Sun rise? *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time to go meet Cherie in town. Happen to walk pass tea shake hut and a very familiar figure caught my eye. [you know who]. Walked on and the three of us are in such a slacking mood that we did every thing in slow motion. Christina can’t see things at her left hand side. Gwen always stops walking and I would only be attracted to the up escalator. *Guffaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached town. Meet up with the hippest Cherie! When to see Ren ai *shocked* she became so skinny. Chat a while *wonder* is Ren he still as pinch-able? For being so sarcastic over the phone if I ever meet him his cheeks are so not going to be saved! *covers mouth* I didn’t say that did I? *bleahx* T200 was having a road show... *heart break* and I really wanted a t200... I was talking about cyber shot since t10 to t20 to t100 and now t200! *Sadden*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to Far East, took 171 to tea party. Was fooling around all the way. When we reached tea party. We instantly became camwhore! Took a gazillions picture. Until all three camera are out of battery. [I really really want my t200!] then we use our hand phones. *giggles* The food need I say? It comes with a grantee spelled d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played uno stacko, was super fun then we tried to play Simons but we have no idea what was the rule so we put it back. All the intense moments where we tried to draw the block out. I had lots of fun. So blessed to have such friends. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7-eleven after leaving tea party to [hey people guess what I have attain a 10% privilege card! We should go more often] buy Christina’s first bottle of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wish I had a chance to do that. My first time box wish that I made for my birthday for years didn’t come true. I know Mystic celebrated my birthday for me I was really touched. Really really I of coz enjoyed myself a lot![I was very very touched! I hope I can give my dearest mystic a birthday as good as the one he gave me *smiles*] (Not to mention who spoiled my one and only 18 birthday. He did make it up to me and I not angry at him any more, it’s just disappointing) You know it’s like I have been talking about the first time box since I was 16 every thing I have planed morning I would go sign up for a new phone line with my own name get my phone changed, afternoon go celebrate with my friends and fill my first time box with driving lessons registration go to the condom shop in town and get a condom just to show that I have been in there before because I am 18, I am legal to enter, a pack of cigarettes, a bottle or alcohol, first m18 show movie ticket. Clubbing at night. I did none of it. Just envy Christina I guess... to see that smile on her when she brought her first bottle of alcohol on her birthday. O well a spark die in me for birthdays... When I was younger I would always ask my mother if my birthday is coming and I would go on and on, day and night about my birthday (even though I never had a party, maybe only once when I was three I guess, ok and my 16 birthday, sweet 16 I will never forget my 16.) I mean my birthday are usually those simple ones where family celebrate my birthday I would still look forward to it. The whole table will be filled with food because of me. it’s me! my birthday! You know... feels good. Then every time just before my birthday I would fall sick. So my mum resulted into keeping my birthday as a secret and on the day it self then she would tell me “ah mei it’s your birthday today. Wake up and we are going to get prepared for your birthday!” Maybe I should never plan my birthdays. Then it will be great! *Laughs* that’s it! Unplanned 21! So will my 19, 20 and all my other April 18 birthdays. Haha... Ok so much for my birthday back to Christina’s birthday.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents fetched us home. Her mum made muffins! *Delighted* it was heavenly! Thanks aunty! You’re the best! Eh say can I order from you next time. *giggles* Wanted to go online after I bath, but I find it such a incommodious just turning on my computer. So I resulted to sleeping. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet mystic! Before band, getting a surprise for Adeline. I hope she likes it. *grins* I hope everything is going fine for her. Poor girl. I hope that little surprise will make her at least a little happier. [Mystic is simply the best! Was on phone with him and I told him about my trauma, and he said something so sweet that... sh!!! I am not telling you! *bleahx*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Hide . My . CHE.R.RY ~&lt;br /&gt;*Cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1043821160735183384?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1043821160735183384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1043821160735183384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1043821160735183384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1043821160735183384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-christina.html' title='Happy birthday christina!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3790636546380114485</id><published>2007-09-09T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:25:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ukiuki.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Going out later with Christina HAPPY BIRTDAY! She wants to pluck her eye brown and grab a pair of sticks from Swee lee. Then we would be wondering around until Cherie comes then maybe we would go tea party for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home whole day reading magazines and editing photos I did one edition for Adeline I hope she likes it and a few for mystic and me. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4 am. Reached school at 7 45 am. Only to find out that the bus only leaves at 9 am. *Faints* Went to the elderly nursing home and I had aunty Jenny a signed to me. She is a cute little old woman [face like Looney tunes grandmother] I can’t help smiling at me self with the way she eat her biscuits and keeping one at the side or her shirt. It’s very heart warming seeing them smile. Makes me feel that it was worth all the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band after that. Played to timpani for the first time. Lucky got Li Xuan help me. Thanks! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band I had a magical night. I wonder if mystic had as much fun as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;Going to bath le *laughs* Christina wants me to wear a skirt or dress o well. We will see about maybe a skirt. *Waves good bye*&lt;br /&gt; *CHEERS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3790636546380114485?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3790636546380114485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3790636546380114485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3790636546380114485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3790636546380114485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-going-out-later-with-christina.html' title=''/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3230741901259478571</id><published>2007-09-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:24:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i am learning to count my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/nagekiss2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Was rushing out of house [because I was late] today. When to meet Gerald to grab some stuff for my ma and dearest mystic. Wanted to grab him guitar picks so instead of walking to Simei to take a train I went to Tampines and head for Yamaha, guess what! That shop had place a huge box [divided into sections for different guitar picks] not one guitar pick is available. When I ask if they sell guitar picks the sales lady simply told me they ran out of stock. Adding on to my misery two annoying kids were screaming and running around in the train and did funny things in train all the way to Vivo! Went to Vivo shop a little while just when I was about to go board the train I miss the train. Didn’t go for band. When home and the train got stuck due to someone pressing the emergency button went home miss the bus. I was just thinking this is one of those days where you fall into the mud and get all dirty and gross. Feel super yucky about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think back I didn’t go through all these alone. Well Yiggie once told me when the whole world seems like it’s crushing you, don’t worry because there will always be people helping you, you would never have no one because you will always have me. I gave it some thought and I think she is right. Then another thing flash through my mind, remember how a week ago I wrote something about my mum being able to count her blessings? I guess this is it. Today is the day where I count my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a thought after every bad thing that happened to me some thing good comes along although it’s small and at that time I don’t seem to see it because my mind was too occupied with the bad things. I sat down and think through all the things that happened today and I think it’s time I count my blessings. Well firstly I was walking half way to Simei and then I turn back to Tampines even though I did not get the guitar picks I wasn’t very late meeting Gerald. So I guess it wasn’t so bad. When I was about to broad the train I asked my self, if I will be able to wake at Outram because usually I would fall a sleep all the way to Dover. Luckily those two noisy kids kept me awake all the way. When going to school Gerald was going back to Boon lay so he took the train with me and cheer me up. When I was about to reach Dover I Message Lewis and he was just there [Again, I was late. I had him waited for me... Sorry Lewis] Then as I waited Adeline made me hopeful. At the point when I was about to give up there was break! [This one I have to thank god and that Japanese guy, luckily he got tired, then got break] Thank god that I didn’t go for band because they hardy touch percussion most of the time they just stand there watching. When everything in my head was spinning at the train station dearest mystic called to ask if I was all right. When the train was stuck at city hall I got Guan yong with me and dear was msging me to keep me company. Fell a sleep in the bus and the whole bus only left me and I woke up all of the sudden but some jerking just before my stop, enough time for me to press the bell. When the bus was late my ma still waited for me to come home, she kept noodles for me and usually she never eats any thing after she brush her teeth, but she instantly got up and open the chocolates to eat it and told me that it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are blessing in disguises it wasn’t such a bad day, after all. Thanks guys I know this might sound a little mushy but I really don’t know what I will do without you people. I better go more good deed for having such good friends and love ones.&lt;br /&gt;*Thank you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3230741901259478571?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3230741901259478571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3230741901259478571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3230741901259478571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3230741901259478571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-i-am-learning-to-count-my-blessings.html' title='The day i am learning to count my blessings'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5390262739904206404</id><published>2007-09-04T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:22:43.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry mood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ukiuki.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! I am home! *Smiles* When out almost the whole day. Had lunch with my dearest mystic. Even though it was raining and we are half wet. *stops to think awhile* ok maybe 1/4 wet. *giggles* It was a very warm lunch. I can’t believe he actually queue half and hour for the food. He must have patient level as high as the Fuji Mountain. Thanks dearest. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I went to school to get the contacts for the t-shirt manufacturer. The senior keep asking me if I am going to the LTC camp. They kept questioning me this and that. I was surrounded by them and all their saliva kidding! *laughs* They are a nice bunch of people*smiles* I am looking forward to the old folks home thing I think it should be nice. *smiles* After school I spend the rest of the day playing game in Mystic’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with Christina and Cherie now. *chuckles* Christina is thinking of creating a blog for herself. I thought of a name for her site trampingoutloud-purlistic how does that sounds? She wanted something happy and her favorite color is purple so I thought of this name for her blog *giggles* but she want more ideas before she choose her blog address. *smiles* slowly ya? Christ? *loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Came home yesterday and my brother was fixing my door knot that had been spoiled for donkey years. I was quite stunned by his action. I mean why all of the sudden does he want to fix something that has been spoiled for years. Well maybe my family is bonded by concern in silence. [Sounds a little contradicting concern but yet in silence] *laughs* Well it’s my family kind of thing. *smiles* Never the less thanks brother. Well I think I should get him something if he ever goes to China for work exchange. *pondering* maybe a stuff toy would be good to keep him company at night *giggles* He is quite a kid at heart. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Well technically it today because it passed 12 midnight. It is now 2:04am and I am still chatting with Christina and Cherie. *laughs* we are talking about much does it cost to perm hair. I say it’s about $26 and Christina say is $100 something. O well *shrugs* I wonder how much does it really cost *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets wrap this blog entry up quick. I have to make calls to the winner of the CSCC t-shirt designing competition to ask for the actual shirt design color. After which I have to call the t-shirt manufacturer and ask him how much it will cost with those colors. Next I would have to send you e-mails to Edward and Pei shan to ask them contact all CSCC member to ask them about their shirt size and when to bring the money for collection [Hui si say it is best after LTC camp then the rest who are not going of LTC camp would have to set a side another date for them.] I also have to call the year 2 and 3 to ask if they want the t-shirt. After which I think it should be time to get ready for band. I think I should go Tampines to take train tomorrow because I cam bounce train at peak hour and I want to see if there is any ginger sweet for Adeline. *smiles* I hope those sweets will work for her. *cross finger* eeek! Ma’s up and she want’s to sleep. So I should too!&lt;br /&gt;Good night every one! See you tomorrow! [or later today]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5390262739904206404?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5390262739904206404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5390262739904206404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5390262739904206404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5390262739904206404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/09/cherry-mood.html' title='Cherry mood!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4052053110691402088</id><published>2007-08-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:52:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stupid  cca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;Hey people guess whose house I am at now? Answers: Christina! Haha yup that’s right I good old friend’s house.  And I now I am going band *sad face* it’s ok I will blog again later after band. *lovedz*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4052053110691402088?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4052053110691402088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4052053110691402088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4052053110691402088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4052053110691402088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/stupid-stupid-cca.html' title='stupid stupid  cca'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7719497416322966989</id><published>2007-08-29T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:08:19.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"spring" cleaning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/majo1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;Slacking day! I don’t think I will be going out. hm… maybe I should just pack my room sounds good? =D I think so too! My big Amazon! Haha who knows maybe there are some monkeys in there. I think that should occupy my whole day *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7719497416322966989?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7719497416322966989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7719497416322966989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7719497416322966989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7719497416322966989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/spring-cleaning.html' title='&quot;spring&quot; cleaning!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5904842150507764027</id><published>2007-08-28T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:59:10.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ohayo.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out with Adeline and Shirley yesterday. We didn’t get much done. Ask about selling books at Brass Plaza and it’s either they do not want to keep the book or they will only buy from you for a few cents. [Which is not worth counting the time you took to go down to Brass plaza and the transport and manpower to carry]  So we decided to give our books away in different methods. Shirley wants to sell it to the kalang- guni, Adeline wants to gibe her magazines away to a charity home, and I would just put my magazine in the yellow plastic bag for the recycle people to collect them. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed two books from the library. *Thinking* hang-on I think everyone borrowed two books *laughs* Took me quite a while to choose my books while Shirley and Adeline seems to have a book that they want to read in mind. *Shrugs* O well after we borrowing the books we headed to TCC [the coffee connoisseur]. To have a sweet dessert. I had pear-fect melody, Shirley had rose Juliet and Adeline had…. Adeline had…. Eeek! Adeline I am so sorry the website doesn’t have the name of your drink. *Covers eyes* sor-rri-ie…. We went in like tai tai and ate like tai tai *winks* walk out like tai tai and once we are out we became beggars. *Laugh* but I like the atmosphere to dine in there was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After which we headed to pluck our eye brown.[Adeline and me] Shirley! Next time must pluck with us![She is forgiven, she have to go back to school. poor girl] I wonder how was her forum thing. With our newly trim eye brown we went to Suntec City to look for a job in BABW and the results is we failed haha… But at least we tried. *Pats Adeline’s back* no worries girl we can try again next time. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to walk around for a while then we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning! Had a nice breakfast and I am now blogging. Think I am going to play game my whole morning and I will be on my way out to meet my dearest. Which means a guarantee good afternoon. And a AHHHHHHHHHHHH *screams at the top of voice* BAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Falls into pieces* *gathering self together* Ok girl come on! It’s not that bad. Well shouldn’t be O well we will see about that ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is meant to happen will happen no use worrying. *Cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to my GOOD MONRING!&lt;br /&gt; I hope you will too! *smiles*&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/28717431-5904842150507764027?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5904842150507764027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5904842150507764027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5904842150507764027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5904842150507764027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-when-out-with-adeline-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5287033372090249147</id><published>2007-08-27T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T06:32:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/arbeit.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[This should be posted up yesterday but some thing went wrong with my internet yesterday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! I have finally settled down to blog. It’s the third day of my holiday! *Squalled* after all the studying I can finally relax. *Smiles* but not for long SP-band is starting on 28 August. I have got CSCC camp on 12-15 September. 31-2 I am not free. *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 September is a very important date. My dearest Christina is 18! I hope she grows prettier and smarter! 9 September a day when we [Cherie, Christina and I Cindy the three Cs] are going to go crazy, play, shop, bitch, get together laugh about all the stupid things that we are going to do, love each other. At the end of the day find every thing that we did for that day to be sweet and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do during this holiday:&lt;br /&gt;Pack my paper filled Amazon room.&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed a few good books from the library, magazines are just too short and little for me.&lt;br /&gt;Get work [aiming for build-a-bear workshop or ice-cream stalls]&lt;br /&gt;Revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all this is enough to pack my whole holiday! Well its good news at least I won’t rot myself away at home during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went running with ma. Just spending time with her makes me feel very happy. I never knew my ma was such a nice person. She gives such nice advice to people and tell them what is the right thing to do even though some times it is not the best thing to do, to their benefit. She makes me wonder why did she ever married to my dad and I am inspired by her kindness. She’s one person that truly counts her blessing. Despite all the bad or unlucky things that happen to her she is still able to count her blessings. Even though at the worst of time when I think that we are sunk in mud all dirty and disgusting, she is somehow able to find something good about it and tell me that it’s a blessing in disguise. Just made her angry by raising my voice at her over a little matter and I have say sorry to her yet to make things worst she will boils me very expensive tonic she even cool it down and puts in right in front of me. *Sigh* I am going to make it up to her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie about tomorrow I am going to find a job! Maybe build-a-bear workshop. Trying my luck tomorrow wish me good luck! Out with Adeline and Shirley finally plucking my browns tomorrow. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is he doing not home the whole day. O well...&lt;br /&gt;[I don’t miss him just demanding to see his presences at home]&lt;br /&gt; Well I watched lake house with my dearest cherry! It’s a very touching show. Okie I know the show is like super old but ya it’s nice. Evan Almighty it’s also a very nice show. We laugh through out the whole show, it’s also very touching. [What it’s not even in the theaters yet?] O then I guess I must have dream that I watched it *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5287033372090249147?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5287033372090249147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5287033372090249147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5287033372090249147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5287033372090249147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-should-be-posted-up-yesterday-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7971152576300542838</id><published>2007-08-24T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:50:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motion sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ijiiji.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Woke up this morning at 4 am to study the last two chapters of my economics. Had a very bad morning. And I am going to start my fussing titled “Storm in a little tea cup” [read at your own risk of getting irritated by me fussing at very minor thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Storm in a little tea cup”&lt;br /&gt;I hate it whenever all my house toilet is occupied and I can’t do any thing, just a side note it’s every morning! I have to wait for a good hour before I get to use them. Brother bath then his girlfriend then my dad bath and if my mum bath I would have to wait for two hours! And I hate it when people don’t flush the toilet! Do you know how super turn off it is in the morning to enter the toilet to smell a stench of *cursing* smell. The color is of up most unappetizing. Every morning my face turns green at the verge of puking. Then you smell smoke it’s like a double attack! And worst still my dad’s perfume *sicken face*. All these are enough to spoil my good morning. To make it worst today I had motion sickness today. Didn’t feel well the whole morning... and when I am home I have to continue smelling smoke and hear inhumanly sounds coming out from my brother’s room! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well my story does have nice part thanks for the lunch and dinner and lots and lots of love care and concern. It’s not such a bad day today if you ask me... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to end my story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7971152576300542838?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7971152576300542838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7971152576300542838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7971152576300542838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7971152576300542838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/motion-sickness.html' title='motion sickness'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7467603219958591914</id><published>2007-08-21T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:45:37.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Econs! *mugging*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/memo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOOD MORNING!!!!! *Grinning widely* Two more days of Econs, an hour of test and I am off to Bugis with Adeline and Shirley! *Excited* Brows plucking, shopping shopping, and maybe manicure! Haha the last time I had one was during graduation night. *Bethink a night of Cinderella * O yes I wouldn’t miss my chance to visit Muji when I am in Bugis! Candies candies and more candies. O I think we should go have ice cream too! *Laughs* that Japanese Ice cream would be nice *giggles* or tako-yaki? Haha Ah! I can’t decide! *bleahx* *Delectation* I know December I still a long way but do you think I should buy it? *Ruminating* What what?! Sh…… don’t tell you…. It’s a secret. *smiles* OKOK ECONS after bath! 4 market structure here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;…Concurring in process…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7467603219958591914?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7467603219958591914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7467603219958591914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7467603219958591914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7467603219958591914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/econs-mugging.html' title='Econs! *mugging*'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7367589682844645552</id><published>2007-08-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:36:28.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 day before econs and i am having lots of fun =S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;18 AUG! woke up at 4 in the morning, and I decided to go to the washroom to wash up saw mum and dad sleeping with lights on. i thought it was rather funny [you should have seen it] after like three hours my mum finally said something to my dad. [something about never fetch me out to walk about so something]. After a whole morning's wa yang my dad finally promised to bring my mum out to Ikea. Did some studying of econs unemployment! haha ok like first part.[what is discourage workers, what is underemployment] *laughs* Then went out with my mum. she was telling me how dad was very unromantic never he never brings her out and all... Well i personally feel that my dad is a little too much. On days where my mum took leave to keep him company because he isn't working. My dad rather stays at home. *sigh* I just felt angry for my mum for having such an idiotic husband. [well i didn't say what happen so you wouldn't know how bad he is] my mum was just telling me about my dad and brother. o well *shrugs* well i had a realy great day after a long long slp in the mrt *bleahz* and i found out that i have selective hearing. When i was in the train i told meself that i wanted to wake up at redhill and so i did and for the other stop i have no idea what happened or who sat beside me *bleahz* haha... had a nice dinner and erm... i guess i am slping soon GOOD NIGHT! ZZzzzZZZZ  *better go slp and stop reading or i might just drool on YOU!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7367589682844645552?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7367589682844645552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7367589682844645552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7367589682844645552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7367589682844645552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-day-before-econs-and-i-am-having-lots.html' title='4 day before econs and i am having lots of fun =S'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8736714545792516219</id><published>2007-08-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:59:16.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO LOVED BY YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/onegai1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I know I said that I wouldn’t blog anymore due to exams period. But something special happen. It’s out of the daily routine. A bee stung me in the morning at 8 am. Please don’t ask me why it did it. I did not provoke it nor did I disturb it. Finish my FOM homework right on time rushed out to school had my EC test. Went to have lunch at pepper lunch! Whopper duper! Ok la I just hope the bee stung will be heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance tomorrow, but I am going to pluck my eyebrows first, get my ma’s mahjong set. Walk around myself. [Not loner but I just want to be alone some times] All would be good tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt; *I am smiling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6666cc;"&gt;*feeling Bliss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8736714545792516219?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8736714545792516219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8736714545792516219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8736714545792516219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8736714545792516219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-so-loved-by-you.html' title='I AM SO LOVED BY YOU!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1990252180726193986</id><published>2007-08-09T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:14:33.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam period</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/memo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey I would not be updating my blog for this two week. Because of exams. All the best for those who are having their exams soon =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1990252180726193986?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1990252180726193986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1990252180726193986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1990252180726193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1990252180726193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/exam-period.html' title='exam period'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1654535442479792106</id><published>2007-08-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:05:12.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls flirt this way~! no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/nemui.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was just surfing the net to read up on body language for my EC test on Friday and I came across this super funny web site that talks about how girls behave when they are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her lips:&lt;br /&gt;Big smiles with upper and lower teeth showing with a relaxed face. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[try doing it laugh until you die I tell you. Look so stupid la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Biting of the lips or showing of the tongue, licking her lips or touching of her front teeth. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[super gross la like after eating then will do that kind of action?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wets her lips, some women use only a single-lip lick, wetting the upper or lower lip, while others run the tongue around the entire lip area.  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ok maybe some girls do it la sounds reasonable]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She puts her fingernail between her teeth. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[turn off turn off!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She protrudes her lips and thrust her breasts forward. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[look like erm... tutt can~!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her eyes:&lt;br /&gt;She gazes in your eyes with deep interest and her pupils are dilated&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.[ok la I agree with the first part the dilated part not every girl does it I guess I don’t know. *shrugs*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She raises both eyebrows exaggeratedly for a couple of seconds, this is often combined with a smile and some eye contact. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[wa liao this one joker la I tell you do it in front of the mirror]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She winks at you while talking to you or winks at you from a distance. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[keep winking people thought got something in your eye and about the far distance de you think the other person can see ma?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;While talking to you, she blinks more than usual, fluttering her eyelashes. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[wa siao not tired ar I blink for long also tired lo madness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eyebrows raised and then lowered, then a smile indicates interest in you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[look like BIAN TAI la! Haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her hair:&lt;br /&gt;She pushes her fingers through her hair. This can be one hand movement or more of a stroking motion. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[agree for those with long hair some times just checking to make sure that I am neat in front of the guy I like]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She twirls her hair around her fingers while she is looking at you&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;[I have seen people doing it but I don’t so I guess is acceptable? =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is throwing her hair back off her shoulders. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ok agree see before many times so I guess it’s true =D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her clothing:&lt;br /&gt;If she is wearing clothes that show her nipples underneath and you notice they are getting perky and erect. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[Erm what can I say? She jolly well be naked? Or you will find it in geylang?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The hem goes up to expose a little more leg. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ok this one I also see before moest of the girls in my secondary school does it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is fixing, patting or smoothing her outfit to make herself look better. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[agree look good lo dun want to look untidy ma]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;While she is seated:&lt;br /&gt;She moves in time to the music, with her eyes on you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[disco?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She starts sitting straight up and her muscles appear to be firm. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[dun understand sound like a monster to me haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is sitting with her legs open. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[wa liao slut?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She sits with her legs crossed in a manner to reveal her thigh. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ again slut lo… to me la]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her legs are rubbing against each other. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[I don’t know how it works but I tried and it look stupid haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her legs are rubbing against the leg of the table. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ok see before so I guess its true la tv also got show ma haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her crossed leg is pointed towards you or if that same leg is rocking back and forth towards you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[my EC teacher did say this so I think its very true you can take this hint as she likes you =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her hands:&lt;br /&gt;She exposes the palms of her hand facing you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[palms reading! That’s all I can think of la haha...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to you, she rests an elbow in the palm of one hand, while holding out her other hand, palm up. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[look very stupid lehz if you try]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She rubs her wrists up and down. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[Only time I do that is when my hand pain lo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She sits with one hand touching one of her breasts. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[eh what the hell!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She rubs her chin or touches her cheek. This indicates that she's thinking about you and her relating in some way:) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ might happen la all i dun know what people things about ma]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is fondling keys, sliding hands up and down a glass, playing with toys or other things on the table. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[I thought is shows that she is bored and not paying attention to you?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She plays with her jewellery, especially with stroking and pulling motions. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[this one is in inviting la hor dun need say ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She touches your arm, shoulder, thigh, or hand while talking to you (in case you already haven't started kino yourself, dumbass:). &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[dumbass? Erm ok if la she is ur gf then yes but like only will do it I think she erm I dun want to say la hor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is pretending to look at her watch as you pass her. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[haha ok la know of people who do that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her voice&lt;br /&gt;She raises or lowers the volume of her voice to match yours. [agree because conversations are must work two ways de ma can not one happy one monotone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She speeds up or slows down her speaking to match yours. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[same goes for this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She laughs in unison with you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[of coz la if not call conversation mehz funny one laugh one don’t laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In a crowd she speaks only to you and focuses all of her undivided attention on you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[I know of girls do does that so ya ok acceptable =D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Micellaneous: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;-- [what the hell what kind of title is this still got miscellaneous!!!!! Spell wrongly somemore *tsk tsk*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She mirrors your body language and body positions. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ what is she becoming like you? Erm *glup*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her skin tone becomes red while being around you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[shy? Maybe never see before though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She blows smoke straight out from between her lips and toward you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[smoker!!! Don’t like haha ok la it’s not about me liking ma haha. Provoking? I guess]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She leans over and speaks into her friend's ear, just like in junior high school. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[ya I SEEN this MANY MANY TIMES and it’s NOT a WISHPER HA! MR LIN ring a bell? Haha Cherie will know who I am talking about =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She is standing with her head cocked slightly at an angle, one foot behind the other, hips slightly thrust forward. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[eh I tried doing it in front of the mirror, and the only time I do that is when I see some thing super weird that is in my way *bleahx*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At a party - every once in a while she seems to appear out of nowhere in your vicinity and if you move to another spot, soon she appears out of nowhere again, you catch her glancing in your general direction (actually, glancing at YOU dummy!:), she bumps into you… accidentally, touches you… accidentally etc:) &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[stalker!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok if you think I am making this thing up here is the webby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/guide/02_How_to_Get_Started/bodylanguage.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.fastseduction.com/guide/02_How_to_Get_Started/bodylanguage.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am ending my post here =P hope you enjoy reading it nth about me today because all I did was eat sleep and blog haha pig *OINK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1654535442479792106?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1654535442479792106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1654535442479792106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1654535442479792106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1654535442479792106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='girls flirt this way~! no!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-780416614578465032</id><published>2007-08-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:55:01.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i suppose to do with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/unun.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;What should I say for today? Too much calculation? My head is bursting. I am thinking if I should buy concession for August if everyday I only take one trip I would be making a loss. How? *sigh* today just top 10 when I came home it’s already 5 plus *shocked* I am also thinking about the regrouping think. I have know idea what is Sharon thinking about. *shrugs*. Lappy day tomorrow ITAB then EC and FOM lecture go home put my lappy and off to sunrise *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffing* My ma is BBQ-ing chicken wings haha and the smell!!! *runs down* Wa wa had 5 chicken wings. *laughs, mouth still stained* Very nice lehz ma ma cook de is definitely different. Growing fat later must go do sit up *bleahx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out with Adeline today to get her phone fixed. We went to walk around in wheel-lock and we only walk in one shop for 45 minutes can you believe that? All the collection toys, cute but expensive and useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-780416614578465032?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/780416614578465032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=780416614578465032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/780416614578465032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/780416614578465032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-am-i-suppose-to-do-with-you.html' title='what am i suppose to do with you'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5225288141538479233</id><published>2007-08-02T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T02:06:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What what? 12 2morrow? haha lucky me =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ohayo.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Wahaha its 1:44am and I am not sleeping yet why? Because my school starts at 12 tomorrow. *Laughs* Never had school so late before *fantasizes* all the things I can do in the morning and all the sleep I can get! *excited* Went to school feeling dizzy today I don’t know why. *ponder* Maybe I didn’t have enough carbohydrates today. For those who know me knows that I am a super sweet eater. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my miro word homework. Band starts in September. GEMS haha I wonder what am I going to take. Okok here is a list of what I thought might be nice for me to take&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp; Technology&lt;br /&gt;Arts &amp;amp; Humanities&lt;br /&gt;Business &amp; Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="CP016S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Amazing Creatures Big &amp;amp; Small (CP016S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;This module provides an overview of the diversity of animal and plant life from biological, economic, ethical and ecological perspectives. The status of biodiversity both locally and internationally and the impact of current threats from habitat destruction, introduction of exotic species, disease and over-exploitation will be discussed, together with possible human interventions to stem the loss of biodiversity.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 1 x 40 = 40&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: CLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="LC303A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Effective Negotiation Skills (LC303A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Aims to equip students with basic negotiation skills, including an understanding and application of basic principles of negotiation, the negotiation process and strategies and tactics in negotiation. Students will thus develop some analytical and social interaction skills to help them become effective negotiators in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 4 x 25 = 100&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: LC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ID002B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Brand - Design (ID002B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt; Branding and Design is the new competitive edge in the new economy. This module will Introduce students to the relevance and strategies of branding and design.Through lectures, field trips, and group hands-on project, the students will document that strategies of a brand experience of existing enterprises. The students will learn to evalute the strength, weakness, opportunity and threats of their branding strategies. The group will then work towards a possible proposal to address the gaps in existing brand strategies to demonstrate their ability to apply their understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 2 x 25 = 50&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: SD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ST015S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Creative Game Design (ST015S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;This module aims to foster an awareness and appreciation for the innovative and creative processes that lie behind successful game design. Students will learn the complete game design cycle, ranging from conceptualisation, drafting, and story boarding to game prototyping and play testing. The module also provides an overview of past and current successful game genres and discusses future trends and directions in game design. Students are expected to work in teams to come up with an original game concept. They will also have the opportunity to get hands-on experience in aspects of game design using a game engine.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 3 x 20 = 60&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: MIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ST006S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Designing Cartoons and&lt;br /&gt;Animation for Games (ST006S) cartoons and animations for 2-D games. The module starts with analysing the successful&lt;br /&gt;Aims to introduce students to the design principles of usage of cartoons and animations to produce engaging games over the last decade. Students will learn how to draft cartoons as well as how to use various software tools to re-produce these cartoons in digital form. Students will learn the principles of 2-D sprite animation and will be given an opportunity to load these animations in pre-prepared games as to test and optimize them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 5 x 20 = 100&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: MIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="LC310A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Effective Use of Logic in Argument (LC310A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Aims to equip students with the skills to identify and correct a wide range of common errors of thought and logic in their own arguments as well as those of others. Students will also learn about the use and abuse of language in persuasion. They will apply what they have learnt by analyzing and responding to written and verbal arguments found in real-life contexts. This will help them to become more independent and rigorous in their thinking, thereby enabling them to make sound judgements and decisions related to work and life.&lt;br /&gt;Seats: 2 x 25 = 50&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: LC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="ST010B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Customer Service – The Competitive Advantage (ST010B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Aims to provide students the skills required to provide excellent customer service. Customer service is a relative small area in a business organization. It is relatively easy to compete on product and price but the most difficult thing is to compete on service. How customer focus organizations differentiate itself from their competitors? Students will be introduced to topics such as Service Attitude, Listening to Customers, Handling Uncomfortable Situations, Measuring Customer Satisfaction, Engineering the Customer Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 5 x 30 = 150&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: MIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="BA016B"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="CP001S"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Nutrition and Wellness (CP001S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Do you know that you already own the most important, complex, and valuable piece of machinery ever created? Your body! It’s worth the effort taking good care of it so you can do the things you want to do. One of the ways to do so is through good nutrition, which is the key component of health, along with a healthy lifestyle. It helps you get the most out of life – i.e., to look good, feel great and be your best at work and play. This is like a jigsaw puzzle with many parts and each part—or food—is different. Some foods may have more fat, sugar or salt while others may have more vitamins or fibre. There is a place for all these foods in your body. A balanced diet is like a completed jigsaw puzzle. This module will help you to complete this jigsaw puzzle. It covers the principles of food selection, examines your personal eating habits and identifies ways to promote healthy eating for general well-being through sound nutrition principles.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 3 x 40 = 120&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: CLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="LC307A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Effective Job Search Skills (LC307A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Aims to equip students with effective job search skills. The skills include identifying job openings from different sources that match students’ qualifications, writing resumes that highlight their strengths and suitability for the job, and writing application letters. Through roleplays and group discussions, students will also learn the importance of preparing for and answering questions effectively during a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Seats: 10 x 25 = 250&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Offered by: LC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee... anyone interested in take any of the same GEMS with me? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O by the way during the holiday I am intending to take up student personal development program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal skin care [I would like to have better face complexion] it’s erm $16.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi making [then I can save the money on going to sakae for other things =P]$21.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass Fusing [saw how they do it on tv once and I brought a pair of ear rings for me mum too they don’t come cheap plus plus I head my mum say my grandpa use to do this for a living and how beautiful it will turn out.] $58.85 nice price too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride a horse! [it’s a dream come true I have always wanted to learn horse riding] $117.70 the price is a HUGE ride off my pocket. *Bleahx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5225288141538479233?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5225288141538479233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5225288141538479233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5225288141538479233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5225288141538479233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-what-12-2morrow-haha-lucky-me-d.html' title='What what? 12 2morrow? haha lucky me =D'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1130133381050364433</id><published>2007-07-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:50:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IBM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/uttori.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am home~! Haha ok I am home a long time ago *laughs* IBM~! I finally completed my mission impossible. =D 27 / 7 / 07 was one of those sway day but some thing different happened and it made that day the best day ever. Well first of all when I am on my way to school I suddenly realized that I have not even washed my IBM clothes. *stunned* they are still nicely packed with price tag still on in my cardboard. *laughs* Called my mum and got her to wash it for me, told her that I will iron they myself then I get back but she did it for me. Thanks mum~! After school when to eat with Adeline and went home to get ready for IBM *smiles* When for IBM it wasn’t as bad as I think. Li Xuan gave me the last push. He told me that whether I could play or not I all in my head. Thanks pal. Whatever happens after IBM was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had meeting the next day early morning at 10 am drag myself there after the meeting I slept in train it’s a horrible sight. I must have looked really ugly. *bleahx* nodding my head away *shakes head* reach home and I slept like there is no tomorrow. From 1pm - 7 pm. *laughs* Hey maybe I am not a human after all. I might just be a piggy in disguised *hoots* Went out to watch ziZzy’s performance. Miss those days when we had secondary school concert. Where all the performing art groups come together and held a concert. *grins* awww... I love those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just want to say thank you guys for supporting me and not giving up on me even though I am a slow learner and thanks for all the encouragement that you guys have given me. Erm if you guys ever need help just give me a ring? *wide grins* I’ll be there *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1130133381050364433?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1130133381050364433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1130133381050364433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1130133381050364433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1130133381050364433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/ibm.html' title='IBM'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5072433469576428792</id><published>2007-07-26T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:43:32.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE~! no i am not BEGONE band... =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ninpo_kieru.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Good morning~! Haven’t been updating for a few days why? Simply because I have been doing the same thing these few days. *Sigh sigh* band? Some times I wish I could just disappear. *sigh* haha aiyo aiyo headache almost flung my PACC. Careless careless careless... haiz all careless. O well... it’s IBM tomorrow am I ready? NO~! First time I gave up on band was my first Chingay I walk right out of it. The second time I gave up on band I guess it’s gonna be soon. Well now I finally know why Bernie the great hates concert band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my shirt the day before and pants yesterday. I am intending to wear my plums for concert. Adeline did a lot for me thankz girl! *smiles* even thought I keep making fun of you and you are angry at me some times haha... I think you’re a really nice girl. And please stop fussing you are pretty! And i want to thank the two girl who brought me chocolate! XIE XIE =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;I still can't really play but i will try =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spell spell* [[KaPooF~!]]&lt;br /&gt;-Gone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5072433469576428792?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5072433469576428792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5072433469576428792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5072433469576428792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5072433469576428792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/gone-no-i-am-not-begone-band-p.html' title='GONE~! no i am not BEGONE band... =P'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-87170757892818645</id><published>2007-07-21T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:52:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>draging myself there is like plunging a dagger in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/komatta.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Predicted conversations in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;“Count, count”&lt;br /&gt;“Sub-divide, sub-divide”&lt;br /&gt;“Can not like that, don’t count how to play”&lt;br /&gt;“Again, again”&lt;br /&gt;“Is a very simple rhythm, like that also can not play, then next time how”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you be more serious about the concert anot”&lt;br /&gt;“1-2-3-4 miss, got count anot”&lt;br /&gt;“You sure you from percussion anot”&lt;br /&gt;“Why you never play”&lt;br /&gt;“We will keep playing until you get it right, so just get it right”&lt;br /&gt;“You got practice, your part anot”&lt;br /&gt;“Like that how to, perform?”&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes even when I am not doing well in band I will still force myself to go because I know I need practice to be good. But this time I am like forcing myself with a contradicting feeling to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Love me? I hate myself... [[[It’s a rhetorical questions don’t answer it! I am serious. Just read it. I am not giving up, just disappointed with myself]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-87170757892818645?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/87170757892818645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=87170757892818645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/87170757892818645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/87170757892818645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/draging-myself-there-is-like-plunging.html' title='draging myself there is like plunging a dagger in me'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7891626095573467482</id><published>2007-07-20T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:59:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/onegai2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It’s Friday today~! *delighted* Just finish my P.A.C.C yesterday. How I was it? KILLER! I tell you. *laughs* Can’t do much now, no use worrying about it I guess tried.&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 8 today. It’s 6:46am and I am still at home. Blogging *bleahx* Every Friday would be a slacking school day. Hm... let’s see three hours of ITAB then FIVE hours break [I’ll be doing PPT with my group mates out side MLT 12] Standard! *chuckles* hey what can I say it’s part of my daily routine to sit outside MLT 12. Ok back to my plan for the day. One hour of FOM lecture after which I will have 1 ½ hour of break and three hours of band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got two very important things to settle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One- Call CSCC welfare people.&lt;br /&gt;Two- Go for band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get those cymbal to work for me *worried* it take pretty long for me developed a relationship with it for a percussion instrument *sadden*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Morning- Games day [CSCC] and Band&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon- Shopping at orchard for IBM clothes and SAC alumni basking&lt;br /&gt;Noon- Eat I guess. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Night- Home, bath sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am wishing for a good day a head~! *CHEERS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7891626095573467482?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7891626095573467482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7891626095573467482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7891626095573467482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7891626095573467482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/wishing-for-good-day.html' title='Wishing for a good day'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1145118461233466056</id><published>2007-07-18T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:42:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy isit good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/memai.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life? Busy. Sometimes I really wonder is having a busy life is a good thing. I mean busy life would defiantly be better then rotting and doing nothing at all. I well there’s PACC exam tomorrow and I have even started studying *pulls hair* haha just kidding not to that extend of pulling my hair. But I am pretty stress though. I had a dream about Cherie, Tara and Christina then after which I had a weird continuation of Sp band people guess I must have too much stress from band. I thought I should enjoy making music... I guess it becomes a must to make them for now... I got 5 hours break before band today. *thinking* o well... love me~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1145118461233466056?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1145118461233466056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1145118461233466056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1145118461233466056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1145118461233466056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-busy.html' title='Busy isit good?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-645361329939190409</id><published>2007-07-13T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:02:46.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/sowasowa.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am still sleepy and I am in class not paying attention but blogging *laughs* What am I going to do today? Hm... lets check it out *bleahx* well firstly I am having ITAB which is now *chuckles* then I got a two hour break and after which I got EC test[wish me luck!!!!!] then another hour of break and I got FOM lecture after that which will eat into my little break that is before band. *shocked* this means I have to eat during my two hour break =S *sigh*. Ok better not say le the more I say the angrier I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do at home:&lt;br /&gt;File my papers [my room is turning into a jungle]&lt;br /&gt;Pack my room [I think its worst then pig style]&lt;br /&gt;Read up on my Econs and PACC&lt;br /&gt;PACC homework, Econ tutorial, Stats. And I think there are more[siansation]&lt;br /&gt;FOM project&lt;br /&gt;EAT&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;Out of all these things I think I would be doing 4 and 5 first. Ok well I getting stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss those days in MI where I get to pon lessons like nobody’s business, trash the school, visit town everyday with all my friends. *drops or tears, sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-645361329939190409?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/645361329939190409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=645361329939190409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/645361329939190409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/645361329939190409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-in-school.html' title='Blog in school'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7189686722373914119</id><published>2007-07-11T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T07:45:23.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/itai_02.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;The guy who made my day. After a long day in school, twisted my leg, got scolded in band. So tried in train, was my daddy~! He brought me cherries and lychee. I was wonder why was he calling me in the middle of the night. Thankz daddy~! Going school liao and I haven do PACC tutorial =[.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Just one more thing should ijust not go for band for one more time and I won’t need to perform for IBM. This saves me the time to sell ticket gives me time to study and also I dun have to buy clothes for IBM... what say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7189686722373914119?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7189686722373914119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7189686722373914119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7189686722373914119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7189686722373914119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-daddy.html' title='Thanks daddy'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1997493865700530695</id><published>2007-07-08T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:34:47.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR SICKNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/sikusiku.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;It is 4 15 in the morning and I am still not sleeping why? Because an unexpected visitor just came over to my house and decided to stay over. *swearing* My back bones are super pain. My legs hurts like hell… my stomach decided to go gently on me with crams and gastric my nose just likes the party and it’s blowing its trumpet. I rather faint then to be conscious but I guess nothing is going mercy on me...&lt;br /&gt; Don’t think I will be going for band today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1997493865700530695?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1997493865700530695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1997493865700530695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1997493865700530695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1997493865700530695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/major-sickness.html' title='MAJOR SICKNESS'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2839261690652825765</id><published>2007-07-06T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:32:20.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY =[</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/gaaan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Good morning~! I am awake and I am about to go to school soon again. *Sigh, eyes widen* You know what?! It’s Friday!!! *Hoots* No more school tomorrow~! *Cheers* I can finally do things that I enjoy. *Glad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did not die why? Simply because I have not gotten back my statistic paper. I didn’t do very well for Economics either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let’s talk about today. I have I tab in the morning for three hours then I have a 5 hours break [during that 5 hours break my group is going to city hall to do our FOM project] next program on list would be one hour of FOM lecture, after which I have CSCC’s meeting followed by Band practice and finally section meeting.&lt;br /&gt;In the rush now sorry I will blog again tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;100th post~!!! *YEAH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2839261690652825765?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2839261690652825765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2839261690652825765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2839261690652825765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2839261690652825765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy.html' title='BUSY =['/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3136182387025911209</id><published>2007-07-05T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:56:33.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Tired* Cindy and her never ending homework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/suyasuya.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Tired* I am almost dying with all the projects that are about to due and we are not even done yet. Today would de the death of me, if statistic scripts are being returned. I might just jump off a tall building. I was seriously carping my way through the paper. Well I guess Tara’s dream module in university isn’t so simple after all... and I was laughing about such subject when she told me. We use to have a b c in our math formula and now I am having exclamation marks in my formula!!! I seem to understand his lecture but when I am out everything just seems to flow out of my mind. *Sigh* I am going school soon once my dad is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet an accident yesterday some funny cow hit the back of my dad’s car. *Adrenalin rush* Didn’t get a wink in my dad’s car, and I went to school with panda eyes. O well going back to the car accident my dad’s car was fine but the guy’s car was totally crushed. I wonder why. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at the seclude in book* Hm... I guess I should be going home to finish that list in my book, and I seriously need to get some sleep. Was thinking of waking up at 3 today to do my report. After two alarms clock and I still couldn’t wake up. I gave in to tiredness and proclaim defeated. Lay there for about another two hours. Woke up at 5 to bath. And how is 7:45 am and my dad is still not done. And to think that I woke him up 15 minutes earlier that usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If I don’t blog tomorrow I might just be dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3136182387025911209?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3136182387025911209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3136182387025911209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3136182387025911209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3136182387025911209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/tired-cindy-and-her-never-ending.html' title='*Tired* Cindy and her never ending homework.'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2568030093678843738</id><published>2007-07-03T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:55:56.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short but at least i blog =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/ijiiji.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sorry didn’t blog yesterday. I have been tired lost and was just wondering. It’s going to be a long day today school ends late and I am having CCA after school. *Exhausted* ok here are some things that I must remember to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Redo the CIP pre worksheet and the powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOM project group the data’s I have found together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Itab write the steps down and the assumptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;File my papers properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Spare time to make that little special secret present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was just watching the grad night video clip yesterday… and I sure miss you guys…Ok I guess I better pack and get ready for school. See you peeps! Please miss me? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2568030093678843738?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2568030093678843738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2568030093678843738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2568030093678843738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2568030093678843738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-but-at-least-i-blog-p.html' title='short but at least i blog =P'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4819206872796923323</id><published>2007-07-01T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:28:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog layout~! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/cheer.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/cheer.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/cheer.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.dab.hi-ho.ne.jp/joji/te/cheer.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am finally done with my blog re-design. Maintenance completed~! *Cheers* Life has been complicated for the past few months. *Ruminating* I really don’t know how to solve some of the questions life have given me… *Sigh* I miss the times where I wonder about to wherever I like and care of nothing but “what I want to do next”. I am not saying that my life is a misery, In fact it’s better then before at times and I am really glad. It’s just that sometimes you would like time for your-self, to think about things, take a break from all mine tasks and pamper your-self. Went out with Bernie just now even though it was a short hour I guess she did cheer my up a lot. Thanks girl. We talked about mine life and of SAC band. *Chaos* shall not even begin with the school band, can’t even settle my-self. MST is finally over I hope I didn’t do that badly. *Prays hard* School on Monday. Youth no longer~! *Laughs* No Youth day. *Sadden* I am getting older and I sure hope that I am getting wiser. I don’t wish to grow old and learn nothing. *Laughs* some times I wonder if what I am doing it right or what I did is right?&lt;br /&gt; I am not giving up on my life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4819206872796923323?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4819206872796923323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4819206872796923323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4819206872796923323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4819206872796923323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog-layout-d.html' title='New blog layout~! =D'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1422042800702970287</id><published>2007-06-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:29:56.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under maintance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOG will be under-maintance until 29 of JUNE please visit my blog on the 1 of July for the total make over~! *keep smiling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1422042800702970287?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1422042800702970287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1422042800702970287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1422042800702970287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1422042800702970287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/06/under-maintance.html' title='under maintance'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4164102775160354540</id><published>2007-06-07T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:35:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"It is hard to find someone who is willing to withstand hardship with u ... once u find it.. treasure it and make sure u dun take it as granted .... as true love is hard to come by.. dun let it go just like that ..." i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i have done enough?&lt;br /&gt;wondering.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4164102775160354540?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4164102775160354540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4164102775160354540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4164102775160354540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4164102775160354540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8301074370683719339</id><published>2007-06-03T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:11:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh all problemes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In times of trouble when I need my printer the most to print all my work my printer actually stop providing me with black ink~! At times like this I really feel like turning myself into a squid to print my own work. Imagine a lifetime supply of black ink free of charge and there will never have jam I do not have to start up my computer before I can use my printer. Now wouldn’t that be nice? *Laughs* kk I know how lame I sounded. Just wasting my time while cleaning my printer head. *sighs* am I too busy or I do I just have too many things on hand? And I do not know where to begin. But if I sort them out carefully am able to handle them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been blogging for a really long time this poor blog of mine. I am sorry I have negated it. Sometimes I open it and stare at it for a good five minutes then close the window. Sometime I just do not know what to write and so time I have too many things to write that I do not where to start...  I sorry I have got no moodMy printer just died on me *arugh, sadden* I am going to do other things now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8301074370683719339?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8301074370683719339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8301074370683719339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8301074370683719339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8301074370683719339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh-all-problemes.html' title='sigh all problemes'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8641730937386079119</id><published>2007-05-24T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T14:05:54.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am i thinking i think i just lost my brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hello I know I haven been blog-ing and even if I did it was always short entries. I am now in the national library. Waiting for my sp website to load so that I can do my e-learning home work. I have been through so many things I really don’t know where to begin telling them. *shrugs* Life in poly is not as bad as I think it would be but I guess it is very different from secondary school. I guess every one will have to accept changes in life be it good or bad life still goes on. I wonder hen go created us did he every thought that humans would end up this way? Not caring for one another but just your self? Then why in the first place did he even put a heart in us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I was just thinking since it is scientifically proven that we humans only use 1 / 10 of our brains. And we are already so heartless and cunning what do you think will happened to us if we use more then 1 / 10 of our brains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a massive broke down a few days ago. Luckily he was there for me. I am so sorry for making you worried. Hey I am so sorry. I guess I spoiled our day... lets go have some fun on Monday ya? *smiles* I must have been the ugliest girl friend you ever see *chuckles* promise to be prettier on Monday ya? =] *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Christina is coping well... poor girl. Wish I could be there a little longer for her. Hm... I guess everyone has their own family problems. Maybe if you pay a little more attention to your friends around you might learn to accept them the way they are and not fuss about your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*your more then just  a man i love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8641730937386079119?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8641730937386079119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8641730937386079119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8641730937386079119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8641730937386079119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-i-thinking-i-think-i-just-lost-my.html' title='I am i thinking i think i just lost my brain'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4454212315239369157</id><published>2007-05-21T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:13:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm... i am i stil thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;~! I haven been blog-ing for ages, how have I been doing? Hm.. I am not very sure… I mean I dun really know if I am going to be alright. I am not lost I know what I am doing and what I want I just dun know the way to get to my destiny.&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/28717431-4454212315239369157?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4454212315239369157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4454212315239369157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4454212315239369157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4454212315239369157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/05/hm-i-am-i-stil-thinking.html' title='hm... i am i stil thinking?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7881826140843900149</id><published>2007-05-14T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:12:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super buzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7881826140843900149?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7881826140843900149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7881826140843900149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7881826140843900149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7881826140843900149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/05/super-buzy.html' title='Super buzy'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1541598128045871417</id><published>2007-05-12T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:29:02.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Woke up leg crammed shouted for mother and she did not even come to my rescue. I was so tired I just continued sleeping and can’t even feel the pain, after I gave up calling her. the next time I woke up was 6:30am called him but he didn’t pick up. Well I guess he must be really tired. If cannot cope then don’t work le ya? Don’t need to earn so much money...enough for ya self to use can le. *smiles* hey guys I am so sorry I am really busy now a days It’s not that I don’t want to contact you guys... *dazing*&lt;br /&gt;**you don’t have to try so hard to make me like you, I love you the way you are.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1541598128045871417?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1541598128045871417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1541598128045871417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1541598128045871417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1541598128045871417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4242412239042764276</id><published>2007-04-27T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:45:57.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am like pratically staying in SP~! YUCKZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haha I am finally blogging yes yes people I am blogging after such a long long time. Well I am still in school, I’ll be going back for a while and I have to come back school to spend my weekends~! *cursing* O well I can’t help it I have been forced to camp. I have 1/2hr more to my next lecture *giggles* thus I am stealing some thing to blog... life is sp has been really buzy I have so many school work and projects on had that I am about to faint. I don’t even have time to go back to SAC to visit. I hardy have time to spend with him... *feeling guilty* I am sorry... I promise I will make it up to you *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am adapting to SP rather well... I think I will live through SP quite happily. *smiles* I wonder how’s Cherie? O~Man I miss her~! I well I know Tara and Christina are having camp too so no worries for them. They will take care of each other *smiles* As for me I have got Kelly so no worries for me to *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people if you haven heard I have join ban again! *laughs* Hm... I wonder what will happen to me in camp. I hope everything turns out fine. I sure will miss everyone and him. Shall we go for a SunRise on Sun? *smiles* Love you guyz! =] I am sorry if I haven reply your sms or e-mail or my replies are short I am really buzy with all the homework. I am so sorry I will make up to you guys I promise *Lovez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4242412239042764276?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4242412239042764276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4242412239042764276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4242412239042764276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4242412239042764276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-like-pratically-staying-in-sp.html' title='I am like pratically staying in SP~! YUCKZ'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2361571430503723060</id><published>2007-04-20T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:58:45.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ha ha I am finally blogging after so many days. In school now. Waiting for Adeline to come back then Kelly, Adeline and I would go for band and we will see how it goes. Wasn’t feeling very well today, I didn’t get much sleep. O well it’s a Friday today which means I can go home to have a good rest today. My birthday was sweet~! Hey guys thanks for wishing me *giggles* I felt really loved thanks a lot! *smiles* i would like to keep the sms so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;Erin: Happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery:Happy Brithday! Haha. I purposely wanted to be late. So that it can make me special. Cause I am officially the last one to say YOU’re 18 TODAY Happy Birthday! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Bernadette: Yoz. I am not too late heehee. Happy birthday girl! Enjoy e benefits of being 18!&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: Hey hapi bdae… I am nt e 1st 2 wish u hapi bday 2dae but I cn be e last…I wish u e best in whateva u do…smilez… (“,) So njoy ur day n have a gd slp&lt;br /&gt;Yan soon: Hey thanks for calling me up wo... although is not easy to get me woke up... Haha xie xie happy birthday wo…&lt;br /&gt;Angela mini:hello! =D HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Eng Loong: yo sotong! Happy birthday J take care yea? =D&lt;br /&gt;Shirlene: Hey momzie dear... Happy birthday... haha...18 alrdy... mature le!&lt;br /&gt;Siew yuan: hey girl…!! Happy 18th birthday! (: hope u’ll enjoy your day with ur loved ones yeah? Love ya! :-D&lt;br /&gt;And a lot more I have to go now I will continue later haha *loves* I din type these to show off but I simply just can’t save them in my hp and they are too sweet and for me to delete them thus I resulted to posting it on my blog… *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok a continuation of what happened on 20/4/07. After I left for band, which was my first practice for SP band. I had a shock of my life they threw me scores after scores and I am propose to play them on the spot. Came home slept like a dead crop. Kelly decided to joing SP band with me! *Cheers* Woke up when to find my love had a really nice day with him. Went to his aunt’s house and saw really cute puppy milk milk *laughs* spend a whole day with him ate at Sakae, I had my standard and he had his favorite. *smiles* O yes almost forgot here are the other sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: Morning girl! As you travel to school today rmb that it’s your special say J so keep your head up and smile! Your can smile like the mad guy we saw in the train that time hehs. And if anyone gives you trouble today, tel me and I’ll HOOT them! Happy 18 dear. Jlove love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jondave: It’s your birthday today and little Jondave has not forgotten it. I wanna say all the best in your studies… and do well in life.Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald: Happy 18 birthday. 1 year older le. Haha can do meny more things le haha hope you will be happy today and every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ting: Happy birthday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene: Happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ru Yui: Haha n a veri happy bDay to u my dearR frenZ :-DwishinG u all e best aheaD.. Yea u slp tight n dun fall off ya bed ar Haha .. Sweet dreams! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina: Happy Birthday! Your 18 now! One of the best times of your life! Enjoy it girl! Yea! Yahoo! Wee! [birthday hug] stay happy J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline: Happy Birthday. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylynn: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET! YOU”RE NOW LEGAAL FOR ALCOHOL AND ENTERING INTO CLUBS WITH EASE. LOVE YOU! SEE YOU ON SATURDAY J&lt;br /&gt; There are people who wished me by saying it haha so many of them. I just wanna say a BIG THANK YOU! For making my 18 birthday so so so sWeEt~! Hee  *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2361571430503723060?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2361571430503723060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2361571430503723060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2361571430503723060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2361571430503723060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-be-continued.html' title='to be continued'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5587702881439538954</id><published>2007-04-17T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:54:54.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Was late for school to day thanks to all the jam on the highway. Ran up the stairs and that hill with full speed. Almost died upon reaching the classroom. Had lesson until 12 something. Went to buy accounts book and helped Sharon find SPSU. Went to SAC to collect cet. Went home sleep had a nightmare... got up trying to fix my lappy... chat with him a little while. What can I say? I love him I love him and I love him~! *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5587702881439538954?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5587702881439538954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5587702881439538954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5587702881439538954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5587702881439538954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/quick-blog.html' title='quick blog'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6894732289239838924</id><published>2007-04-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:06:00.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A joyful day~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Woke up early today went for band. I was the second one to reach band *laughs* ah teng was the first. Played a new piece of song, I got the marimba part. It’s hard but I will try. I have got quite a long time to practice. Maybe I will go down to the cc after I part with Kelly to practice myself. I am quite worried about Bernie I hope she is fine. *Worried* Yup after which I would buy dinner home for my brother and my ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ok back to today, sorry I got carried away*laughs* Lup dup celebrated my birthday for me~! thankz guys. It’s so sweet of you guys. *Sends flying kisses to all lup dup members* I will do my best in playing and I hope band will grow and also help me to grow. *lovez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band went home to see ah ma and little aunt. I can’t believe what my grandmother gave me. Thanks grandma. I will study hard and do you proud. *Smiles* My little aunt told me that she saw me yesterday with Cherie, going into 7-11. *Astonished* She eve asked me to go down to visit them this Sunday and she will give me another present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with my LG at 2. I felt really bad for making him travel from Woodlands to Tampines. *takes a bow* am I forgiven? Went to Cityhall to get his pencil box. Ate at Pastamania, he ate his standard creamy chicken while I took my standard too. *laughs* then we got lost while we were trying to walk to town. After a while we did find your way... got to town had Orange Julies. [strawberry and orange] guess who drank what. *giggles* brought our stationery at orchard popular. He send me back to Tampines, which is where I got my tiny pencil case. *laughs* LG walked me home and we sat aat the bus stop. Exchanged keys...well I mean I won’t get to see him for two days at lest I get to keeps his keys which will remind me of him. *blushed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going school at 8:45 am tomorrow. End at 1 pm meeting Kelly to see the cca drive and then we are heading down to SAC to collect our o lvl cert. Then after which I wonder where we would go? If she is going home straight I guess I will just head down to CC to practice and meet Bernie to give her a little surprise! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt; *I know I am selfish but I can’t help it. You belong to me and only I can own you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6894732289239838924?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6894732289239838924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6894732289239838924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6894732289239838924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6894732289239838924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/joyful-day.html' title='A joyful day~!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-128256035928181957</id><published>2007-04-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:49:20.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very slacking day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Just finish reading “The Athenian Murders” it’s a really nice book. It’s a book within a book to prove a fact raised by a character in the book that’s within this novel. Sounds complicated? You should go read it. It’s really nice. *Smiles* After reading such a heavy I think I should read a light and chirpy book. *Smiles* He lend me two book even though I would really like to read “The Alchemist” first but I think I would first read “our iceberg is melting”. “The Alchemist” is a book that will set me thinking just like “The Athenian Murders”. Hm... *ponders* I wonder if you know what I mean? *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8am this morning. Took a shower dressed for jogging. Left my house at 8:30 am. Called my LG, felt happy to hear his voice. *Smiles* Had a little chat with him. Walked to the bus stop decided to walk away from it. I made up my mind to walk to Bedok reservoir to meet Cherie. Reached Bedok reservoir, called my girl. Decided to sit down under a block to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with her at 9:30am saw the whole school at Bedok reservoir for their 2.4 km run. Walked around talked to some of them, after which we finally ran. We ran about say... a little lesser then half of the reservoir. Talked about our life. I know she had her own problems and I too have mine. We are all coping with our own problems. I wonder what kind of life would it be if there were no problems in life? Well I guess there would never be such a life. The poor wants to be rich, the rich wants to be richer. The young wants to be old and the old wants to be young once more. The illiterate wants knowledge and the literate choose to neglect the truth. The famous wants to lead a normal life while the normal wants to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought lunch home for brother. Fell a sleep until three thirty. Went online... I can’t really remember what I did. *laughs* bath at 4pm went to buy dinner for brother and I. Came home ate my bee hoon [standard] finish “The Athenian Murders” came online to blog and I am now chatting with my class. They are having mass msning *laughs*&lt;br /&gt; ***I miss him... 15 more minutes till his work end and I am waiting, even if it takes forever...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-128256035928181957?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/128256035928181957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=128256035928181957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/128256035928181957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/128256035928181957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-slacking-day.html' title='a very slacking day'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1574587448095576175</id><published>2007-04-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:41:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakae sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/011.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;First I must apologies to my band mates. I am sorry I didn’t go for band today. And my phone was low bat. I am so sorry. *begs to be fogiven* I heard about today. Hey people cheer up don’t feel so bad *smiles* There’s 2.4 tomorrow ya? All the best~! Run faster ar! *laughs* psst psst~! Cherie wear PE attire then we can go drink free milo  muhaha! *evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with him just now. Ate at Sakae Sushi! He counted for the 11th sushi and end up eating California Maki. I counted for the 22 and I had Tamago Nigirl. *giggles* we ended up sharing with each other. Both had one of each. Mo ren tried to trick me... said Ben ho, Ro hong, Tcc, wei jun and don’t know who is outside… *evil starez, giggles* We both blamed each other from tempting each other to eat Tamago Nigirl. *laughz* I took one after he took one and after that he took another one haha I wonder who many did we eat 4? 5? Hm... *woots*  I had two Salmon Nigirl and two Unagi Nigirl. They are my favorites!!!! *screamz with delight* While we were talking above the table, our legs were fighting under! *laughs* two pair of converse, with the same design fighting. *laughs* we ordered sakae chawanmushi. He uses the slurping method to eat the chawanmushi. And I on the other hand use the blow and put in mouth method. *laughs* he looks really cute slurping the chawanmushi. *trilled* He of coz did not miss his favorite Fried hotate. Haha he seems so happy eating it. *delighted* He took a plate or Kani tempura, I’ll pay a close watch if he takes it again it means that he think’s that is rather nice. *giggles* we played a little guess “which plate I wanna eat” game. He told me that he wanted to eat some thing round. So I label it as balls, and he was like laughing at me... it was Tako Yaki *bleahx* o well haha I can’t really remember what happened exactly... I think we were talking about his younger cousin, about how she loves to play ball, and I decided to feed him *laughs* Well I told him that it was a spaceship and it is flying and going back into it’s main station to report. *giggles* we had Mochi icecream... we were laughing about the lychee. I think I said the word too slowly and it became lai-chee *hilarious* was laughing about it. we also order a peach and strawberry smile. When it was sever our strawberries are not smiling!!!!! *laughz* I wonder what’s wrong... He says if it were to smile the he would catch it and earn big buckz with it. *laughz* he ate the whole strawberry smile in a mouth and he was shivering, I bet all the chills gusts right up to his brain. Brain freeze~! Hm... maybe the strawberries smile got back on him for saying that he wants to catch it to earn big buckz. *giggles* played arund with the hot water tap. Mo ren asked me to wash hand with that tap! When I told him it was hot he said just take out that sign and I can use le. *stunned* So when he got brain freeze I told him to helped himself to the tap. *laughs* I did enjoy myself a lot today. *Lovez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friday de 13 unlucky? I doubt it... the day worked out pretty well for us wouldn’t you agreed?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1574587448095576175?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1574587448095576175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1574587448095576175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1574587448095576175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1574587448095576175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/sakae-sushi.html' title='sakae sushi'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2395130654763601832</id><published>2007-04-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:56:10.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went to school yesterday with my 2.9kg. I felt fat *laughs* It’s not as bad as I imagine carrying my Acer around. The worst time carrying it is when I am on my way home in MRT, when I am about to sleep while standing... my lappy almost dropped. I ended up sitting down sleeping after city hall. Miss my stop [Simei] ended up at tampines. Walked home almost died. *bleahx* Lucky I took my lappy to school yesterday got all my things done at around 4pm something.&lt;br /&gt;Went home chat with my LG on lappy yesterday. So many things happened my room light was dancing disco, I had a fight with a moth and my lappy’s wireless mouse went haywire. *laughz* finally manage to solve all my problems before 9:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up went to Paya Lebar, started my flag day, I guess it ended well since I got 92.1 buckz even though there are people who gets to my last nerves, there are also people who are really good to me. God Bless! *wootz* Finish my collection at Bedok at about 11:55pm slack in Macs until 1 something then took a train back to Dover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Kelly. Fell on bed once at home. Woke up took a bath came online to check out sing-poly’s webby. Waited for my LG to come home. Was worried about him getting caught in the heavy rain and not eating. *bleahx* finally felt better when he reached home and told me that he was eating. Going to my woodlands home tomorrow. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt; *If my life is a fairytale you’re the knight who saves me from all evil*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2395130654763601832?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2395130654763601832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2395130654763601832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2395130654763601832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2395130654763601832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/flag-day.html' title='flag day....'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-781531753989815853</id><published>2007-04-11T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:31:55.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more each day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello haha Hey people guess whom I saw yesterday! I saw Jeffery!!!!!!!!! O my god I miss him! That cameraman! Going to Sp makes me realizes 07B1 is a class that is filled with people who wouldn’t shy away from camera! O how I miss them!!! Sp is fun I suppose... I made some new friends since I went there *smiles* I am still trying to get use to those un-hyper girls. I still felt like running around the school. Jumping and all... Got school at 9:30am today... and I must bring my laptop! *Shocking* Bless me guys... Acer 2.9kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paragraph none of you peeps might understand... it’s simply for the sick of writing it make myself feel better. Ok come on, I really don’t know what’s wrong with her ok?! She is so paranoid I can hardy do anything or say about her. I mean she is so old already I really don’t know why is she behaving in this way... I keep asking her to do it and she doesn’t now finally almost a month and a half, she finally wants to go for the check. I wonder what’s wrong with her! Anyways I can’t be bother with her. I wonder who is taking care of whom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen!!!! I only picked up on the fifteen call. I when I saw the number I was super touched. At the very moment I felt like hugging him. I am stuck with you! Every time he appears before my eyes I knew that was magic. He cares for me from the most major to the slightest thing. What more can I say? His MINE! *Giggles* He comes to look for me even when his so tired after work or after school. *Loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you cannot be measure by lines of words. Some times there are beyond words... Some time I might not say but my love for you is no less then before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love you more each day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-781531753989815853?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/781531753989815853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=781531753989815853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/781531753989815853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/781531753989815853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-you-more-each-day.html' title='I love you more each day'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4421261256919033906</id><published>2007-04-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:47:40.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond words that’s what you are to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/018.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I started my day by running. Ran four rounds of the garden beside my house. Took the key from my ma. Walked up the stairs, reached home gave him a ring. Poor LG his so tired from work... woke him up to get ready for work. Went back to sleep. Woke up by the banging of the door, by my mother. Opened the door for her and went back sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 3pm to bath and went out at 4:00pm. I made a quick visit to tamp library. Manage to read half of my storybook. Left the library at 6:15pm went to buy socks, plaster and the sausage bread from bread talk. Took the MRT to Paris Ris to bounce back. Reached Bugis at 7:17pm meet my LG. Went to get his lappy bag with him. While I was out with him I saw the other side of Singapore. I have never see computers thrown everywhere like it was free. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Parco to look for his maroon shirt. Got three Polo-t one dark red close to maroon, kaki green and a dark blue. I think he looks good in darker colors... I wonder what he thinks about it? *Chuckles* He send me home. Ate Simei’s Long John Silver. I was kind of touched when he told me he wants to bank in money! I wonder how else can I pamper him... I really felt that I make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw all the injuries on his hands, my heart almost bleed death. Seeing his blood shot eyes I felt and urged to make him sleep. Even though he told me that his not tired from work. But I can see that he is quite wore out... I wonder how can I love him more than ever... *thinks* I’ll find a way! *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going SP tomorrow! I wonder what lame games are them going to make us play. I think I am going to see my classmates tomorrow. Let’s keep our fingers cross that they are all nice people *smiles*. Dun worry even if the day doesn’t go my way I will make it work for me *smiles*.&lt;br /&gt;*His everything I need... beyond words that’s what you are to me, my space for you [-Space-]*&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/28717431-4421261256919033906?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4421261256919033906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4421261256919033906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4421261256919033906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4421261256919033906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/beyond-words-thats-what-you-are-to-me.html' title='Beyond words that’s what you are to me'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8253871232867309819</id><published>2007-04-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:16:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life’s good with him</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/008.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Went out with my mum yesterday hee... she brought me out to shop for clothes. Brought two polo-t, shorts, and a pair of jeans. We went around town by walking. *laughz* she never knew that we youngsters walked about town. Went out with Kelly today. Went to Funan Mall to buy the case for our laptop, I got mine for 23 buckz instead of 25 buckz. *laughz* brought a snap ball for 10 buckz. I am quite happy with my buy. We got drag into Celo make up, got a free Olay facewash. *laughz* went to shop around... went HAN’s to visit Yi Zhi, Po Yi and Pauline. Then we walked around Suntec to shop a little. Walked to bugis to wait for my LG  = life’s good. Went home together. Hee finally get to hold his hand after a long day. I felt grateful.&lt;br /&gt; *life’s good with him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8253871232867309819?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8253871232867309819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8253871232867309819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8253871232867309819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8253871232867309819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-good-with-him.html' title='life’s good with him'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8891165122740819190</id><published>2007-04-06T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T03:24:10.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is my magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/009.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey I am home! Went out at 11:45 am, reached Bugis at 12 something. We agreed to meet at 1:30pm but we both reach at about the same time. Went to look for his fossil watch. Saw one that we both agreed that it was rather nice *smiles*. He asked me if I took my breakfast. I gave him a glance and ask if he was hungry *grins*. Sa dan! Next time hungry just say ya? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will willingly accompany you to eat de. *kiss* Ate at Ritz *giggles* had strawberry strudel and a cup of mocha. There was this ang mo, who knows how to speak Chinese but he preferred to speak to the aunty in English. This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mo: Can I have a durian strudel please.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Huh?! What? What strudel?&lt;br /&gt;Ang mo: O durian, a durian strudel.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Orhz du-lian strudel ar... okok.&lt;br /&gt;[Aunty servers the durian strudel to the ang mo]&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: your du-lian strudel sir.&lt;br /&gt;Ang mo: O this looks nice, I think it goes well with tea... do you have tea? What tea do you suggest?&lt;br /&gt;[Aunty looks at me and dear]&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: I don’t what he talking about.[in chinese]&lt;br /&gt;Me: He asked if there’s tea[in chinese]&lt;br /&gt;Ang mo: don’t have tea?[in Chinese mei you cha?] O ok never mind what do you have?&lt;br /&gt;[Aunty showed the ang mo the drinks that they sold, the ang mo took star bucks coffee]&lt;br /&gt;Ang mo: I would like lesser ice [in Chinese ice shao shao]&lt;br /&gt;O my god la, that ang mo knows Chinese, don’t communicate in Chinese with the aunty. Dear and I was stun. *laughs* That funny ang mo. O we saw people queuing to meet Jolin. All waited under the hot sun poor people... o well I guess if they are her diehard fan I guess it’s worth the wait. *smiles* Went to the arcade watch my LG played and 4 ang mo play mairo racing game... it’s a cute game maybe next time I will go try with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to Tampines, after which we took a shutter bus to Courts, Ikea and Giant, a one stop shopping centre. Giant was the first stop we went. He challenged me to find mocha milk shake. I didn’t find it and my punishment was to be his wife. That I didn’t need to think much I agreed at an instance. We walked around giant and the first thing that caught your eyes was the computer accessories. Hm... *thinking* I think I am getting a soft laptop bag to put my laptop. It would be more convenient for Me.*smiles* we walked around and we stopped at the pastry section. Cakes, noodles, cookies, soup and it got us glue there for quiet some time *giggles* There was one thing that I forbid him to even look at it. Instant noodles. *laughs*We were walking in the drinks section and as I was walking pass the tea section; as I took a quick glance I thought I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;banana tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! When I took a closer look again I then realizes that it was lemon tea. *laughs hilariously * I mean at my fist glance I thought the picture on the teat box was sliced banana. *bleahx* Dear got himself a pack of peach tea. *wondering* hm... I was just thinking if it’s nice *smiles* We went to the fruits section and we saw strawberries! It took us a rather long time just to choose a nice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;box of strawberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *laughs* We then went to the bottle drink section to choose mineral water, he wanted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voda voda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I wanted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;volvic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We had a little argument on which drink to buy. End up buying volvic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Ikea, walked around looking at furniture. We tried on all the chairs talked about what kind of house would be nice. What kind of kitchen would we like to have. *blush* look into the mirrors, played around with the exhibitions. Talked about the wine glass and all... he said he wanted to get himself a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *thinks* hee... and he thought of getting himself a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;side table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... We’ll see how it goes. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went to Courts look at all the things in there. We watched a little boy played a racing game for awhile, he only know how to play the hard roads but the easy roads he can’t even travel properly. After Courts we took a shutter bus to Parsi Ris. I slept on his shoulder. I can’t explain it his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoulders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess all that I can say is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he works wonders in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Paris Ris we went around looking for PC games. Found it hee... we walked to down town east. Ate at Sakea, I had udon and my LG had rice. *laughs* we did a little, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indian dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and counted to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plate so we will eat it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Tai Nigiri]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He told me a little about his past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we went to the beach to get our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strawberries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eaten. When we open it, it took our breathes a way it was huge!!!!!!!! Must giant sell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gigantic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuff? *laughs* we talked about all the funny possibilities will happen as we ate the strawberries. It was nice... my day was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carefree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *grins* we end up not buying sparkles and all... but I still enjoy my day as much... maybe even more then I expected. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He’s my LG! *loves* Ps: sushi oishi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&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/28717431-8891165122740819190?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8891165122740819190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8891165122740819190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8891165122740819190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8891165122740819190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/he-is-my-magic.html' title='He is my magic.'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8893024043954724134</id><published>2007-04-04T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T08:59:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP's school rulez *laughz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good morning! Woke up smiling I hope it will be a great day today *smilez* I came online and I saw this funny thing about sing-poly:&lt;br /&gt;Offence Penalty&lt;br /&gt;Wearing Slippers Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Having Long Hair (for males) Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Having Outlandish Coloured Hair Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Improperly Dressed Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Having Handphones and Pagers Ringing / Beeping during Class Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Committing Traffic and Parking Offences on Campus Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;Smoking on Campus and its Vicinity Fine $50&lt;br /&gt;and to enrol in smoking cessation programme at own expense&lt;br /&gt;Littering Fine $50 and/or extra work&lt;br /&gt;Defacing Furniture, Walls, Posters, etc Fine $100, pay cost and/or extra work&lt;br /&gt;Failure to Wear Identification Lanyard i) $5.00 fine (first-time offender) ii) $10.00 fine (second-time offender) iii) $20.00 fine (third-time offender) iv) To refer to the Student Disciplinary Committee (fourth-time offender).&lt;br /&gt;Any Other Minor Misconduct&lt;br /&gt;Fine up to $250 and/or extra work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s ridiculous. Haha what do you guys think? I am going to slack at home again just like yesterday. Think I am able to finish the book that I borrowed from the library? Nah... I don’t think so.*laughz* hm… maybe I should try breaking his score haha... I can try…but I don’t think I can make it... I laugh so hard before I slp ytd that I must have fell a slp smiling and woke up smiling too =] haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8893024043954724134?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8893024043954724134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8893024043954724134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8893024043954724134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8893024043954724134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/sps-school-rulez-laughz.html' title='SP&apos;s school rulez *laughz*'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1568358681046626814</id><published>2007-04-04T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T02:26:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is in a mess the only thing that's right it's him</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/003.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Haha alright I have been slacking at home the whole day. It’s my ma’s birthday today hee... celebrated with her. Went out with him yesterday. We finally get to go esplanade’s rooftop. It was fun. Hee we chat a little. I got to understand him better. His like a book half written and I am going to write the other half with him. But before that I have to read the half that was already written. His like an adventure book. Where you get to choose which page to read. Every time I open the book there’s always something new I learn about him. It’s nice seeing the different side of him. and I am glad he showed them to me *smilez* most people say that I won’t meet the right guy this fast but I think I did. I love the way he loved me and most of all I love him just the way he is. *grins* I was suppose to help my grandmother tomorrow, but my ma told me I dun need to just as sudden as as she told me to go help her. I wonder what is wrong with her. Starting to get irritated with her. o gosh now I dun even feel like talking to her just seeing her makes my blood boil. I mean I am already 18 what more does she want. I hey I know what I am doing. But I am sure I don’t know what is she doing to mine life! I wonder what is she thinking. There are many things that I been through that she doesn’t even know. I solve it my self anyway. O lets not talk about her I am getting so pissed with her that every time I see her calling me I feel like throwing the phone away. Doesn’t she know what I don’t like people to tell me what what to do? I am better of at doing what I want to do. Arugh! Getting pissed with her asking me to do things. Just sitting beside her makes me boil... can’t communicate. And lets not even start talking about my father. I am just fine without them. Was talking to my god brother just know I know he is not in a v good mood either I guess it’s just not the right time for us. Haha like brother like sister. We both got our problems. But I am sure we can solve it*smilez* I guess everyone got their problems. Well I hope he solves his quick. There’s so many things I need to learn about my self, him, my friend, My family. If only I could mind read. Sometimes I really wonder what would it be like to mind read. Well I guess that’s something I can’t image. Really don’t know what to do... o well I will just take a steep at a time and we will see what will it turn out to be... there so many question that I want an answer to but I can never ask them... or I will never get to... o well what can I say... some questions can’t never be answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;***My life is in a mess the only thing that's right it's him***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1568358681046626814?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1568358681046626814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1568358681046626814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1568358681046626814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1568358681046626814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha-alright-i-have-been-slacking-at.html' title='My life is in a mess the only thing that&apos;s right it&apos;s him'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1728141101500166315</id><published>2007-03-31T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:15:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNNY SUNNY DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YEAH! I just finish running *screamz* OMG! I am feeling supper happy! *Laughs* finally got to run so long. Hm... *lookz at all the bookz pile up* I better get started with my story book. There’s so many books wait for me to read them *giggles* the two library books are due on 7 April I better remember. Just quarreled with my dad. That unreasonable guy scolded me for my spectacles. Gosh! O well lucky I was with Cherie just now hee thankz ger. =]  kk I think I better go catch sum sleep =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1728141101500166315?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1728141101500166315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1728141101500166315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1728141101500166315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1728141101500166315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunny-sunny-day.html' title='SUNNY SUNNY DAY!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8762617331661820375</id><published>2007-03-26T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:23:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/013.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;OK! My webby still doesn’t have a date for me to make my student pass! Anyway I am going down to SP with Kelly to sort it out. And I heard her sister say we might just be able to not buy a notebook! *wootz* that would mean I can buy a cyber t100 and a new nokia phone! *grins* lets just keep our fingers cross *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what am I going to do during the afternoon? Hm... lets see... ok I think I am going to soap me self in the library until 5 pm to wait for Berine. Then we can go for band together just go into the band room to practice. I wonder what score did I get... I hope it’s not a main instrument. I am beginning to like those little instruments that fill up the song in between breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O I spotted two really really nice shorts in 37 degrees! And maybe I am going to get sum shirt... *thinks* or should I get more bottoms? *laughs* those who knows me knows that my bottoms wouldn’t stay on my hip really well. *bleahx* I am famouse for my deifying gravity shorts/jeans. O well we shall see... what happens to my appointment first. *praying really really hard* I hope every thing is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... she sms me and Cherie and maybe more people. But I really don’t know what to reply her... what should I say to her? O well I will wait for 30/march before replying her sms. Mean it’s a forward sms I really dun know what to say... send her a fw sms back? It doesn’t seem very meaningful does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...Cherie! if you every wanna slack next time call me I got a nice place to slack at night! *laughs* when we are 18 it would be even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... O my god! I was with wan wan, haha, and cherie on Friday and we had lotz of fun! We did all sorts of rubbish and we kept laughing haha. It was really fun. We played all the instruments in band wa super shoik to just jam with them la. *happy happy gay* haha&lt;br /&gt;And... yesterday 3-4pm I went out with him and we slack the rest of our day away. Haha I got to eat in tea party! *muahaha* it was super nice la haha... hey people you guys should go! We didn’t do anything much... but I felt happy with him. *giggles* o ok mushy haha... I dun know I mean I really dun feel like staying at home getting nagged by my mother, or my dad or just getting caught in their problemes. Hey! I am 17 – 18! Shouldn’t I get my own life and not staying at home? Haha... *ahem ahem* we still got one soup to cook ya? Haha *bleahx* I am looking forward to it. haha *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I wonder how long does it take for me to reach dover by train... say... 45 mins? I need to be there by 9 erm... and it’s 6:44 am should I got get ready? Just had coffee. I shall wait for 7 o’clock *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ya there’s so many people’s birthday coming up. I know what to get for two of them... and hm.. what should I get for ting? *Processing* I really miss her mo peng mo peng, hairy hairy, short short, but still very shuai then she will laugh a bit... *laughs*&lt;br /&gt; Hey! Break! I think I should go style my hair and pack my things first ok 7:07 am I am done! Haha all set and ready to go I wonder I need to take my original copy of my birth certificate? Hang on let me check...o and how about my band file and sticks? Ok! I brought them! *smiles* hm... the sky dun looks too good. Should I go out now? And not get wet but wait for Kelly a little longer? Oppz too late... it just started raining *shurgs* o well... or should I just get my dad to fetch me? lets wait for 7 30am and see how it goes ya?&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/28717431-8762617331661820375?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8762617331661820375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8762617331661820375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8762617331661820375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8762617331661820375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/03/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6214911770965336215</id><published>2007-03-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:49:28.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to...you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tell me what am I suppose to do with you?! You pushed me away when all I wanted was to see you happy. When I drifted away you tell me that I have changed. I love you... I really do. No matter what happens I just want you to know that as long as you need help there are many willing hands for you. There will never be a day without people helping you... coz there will always be me... I miss you and I really hope that you are enjoying your life... I must admit that I do get angry with you at times, but it won’t be long... I still love you like how it use to be it’s just that some things has changed and that I don’t know how to cope with them... I am sorry if I ever hurt you... I really never mean to... I just don’t know how to face you... If you ever came across this entry I hope you know it was mend for you... everyone misses you... the door is always opened for you *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-6214911770965336215?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6214911770965336215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6214911770965336215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6214911770965336215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6214911770965336215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/03/ode-toyou.html' title='Ode to...you'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8594027738846453738</id><published>2007-03-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:49:20.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have u been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hey peeps I am so sorry *apologies* I know it’s been a century time since I last bloged. Ok I have been busy settling my poly stuff. OMG all the paper work... it’s driving me nuts! Lucky I’ve finished them. *Grins* my poly requires me to buy a note book... they are offering four computer Fujitsu LifeBook S7110, Fujitsu LifeBook E8210, Acer Aspire 5583WXMi, Acer Aspire 5685WLMi. I have decided to take Acer Aspire 5583WXMi. After all there’s no recommendation for my course. This is what it has :&lt;br /&gt;Intel® Centrino® Duo mobile technology Intel® Core™2 Duo Processor T5500 (1.66GHz, 667MHz FSB, 2MB L2 cache) Intel® PRO/Wireless 3945ABG network connection 802.11 a+b+g Genuine Microsoft® Windows® XP Media Centre Edition (Vista Capable) Intel® 945GM Express chipset Intel® 945GM Integrated 3D Graphics with up to 224MB of shared system memory 512MB DDR II RAM 120GB HDD 14.1" WXGA Acer CrystalBrite™ TFT LCD DVD-Super Multi Double-Layer Drive (DVD+/-RW, External) Built-in Bluetooth® 2.0+EDR 5-in-1 card reader (SD/MMC/MS®/MS PRO®/xD-Picture Card™) Acer OrbiCam™ Integrated 1.3 Megapixel CMOS camera 2.4 kg + Additional 512MB RAM at $100 w/o GST + Additional 1GB RAM at $240 w/o GST + Upgrade to 3 yrs on-site warranty at $190 w/o GST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! And I am thinking of upgrading it with an Additional 512MB RAM. Which will course me about $1496.93 since the GST is 7%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to make a pair of spectacle I really need them in poly life. I can’t depend on my friend to lend me copy their notes. *Laughs* eh... Tara, Christina, Cherylynn if you are reading this... thanks for lending me your notes all these years. *bleahx*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people I am glad to say I found someone who really really loves me. I only told some of you, some of you found out while your were out. *laughs* He does all the things that I have always wanted to do with my love. The last time I went over to his house and we had fried rice! Haha well it’s not v nice looking but I thinking it tasted good! It’s ok I am sure we will master it! I just had a really great idea of what to get him on his birthday. Well... actually I got many ideas... I wonder which should I get him... How?! There’s this one that I really wanted to get him but... I think it would be better to give him after one year or so... because I think that would be really meaningful. *Smiles* O my god I got so many ideas it’s flying in my head!!! O well I will go think about it *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going running with Cherie 2morrow with my new pair or running shoes *cheers*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8594027738846453738?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8594027738846453738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8594027738846453738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8594027738846453738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8594027738846453738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-have-u-been-doing.html' title='What have u been doing'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5831549049378720525</id><published>2007-03-06T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T07:08:39.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/019.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Happy birthday brother! Hee... we celebrated his birthday. It was his 26 birthday yesterday. I kind of got his everything last min. I am so sorry. I was suppose to meet my friends at 1.30pm they only meet me at 4 30pm? We went to tea party for dinner, and I only reach Tampines at 8 pm. Got his present at Bugis, his cake and dinner only in Tampines. Chocolate brought him a cake too but he chose to eat mine! *Laughs* hang on let me to take a peek what flavor did she buy... I would like to place 50 bucks on chocolate flavor! Be right back! And so I won $150 *delighted* yeah! *Self-praising* O gosh! I am a good mind reader. I was quite touched he actually finished the cake. And he was quite happy to see his own birth date’s new paper. So it was worth all the trouble. *Smiling with satisfaction * my posting results would be out in a hours time o well wish me luck ya? *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5831549049378720525?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5831549049378720525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5831549049378720525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5831549049378720525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5831549049378720525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-brother-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2700739336892252800</id><published>2007-02-28T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T06:40:58.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/009.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok very good I forgot to wake my dad up!!!!!! It’s already 6:27 am *laughs* 3 more mins and I am going to ring someone muhaha... today’s my last day in MI I am not going to pon school... hee since the day is super short. Everyone was laughing at my reason for withdrawing, [if I don’t withdraw I have to pay next months school fees] very funny mehz? *Shrugs shoulder* o well hee... O my god! I had a supper sweet dinner yesterday la! *Flying high in the sky* one more min!! ok break! Making phone call...ok 6:31am done! *laughs* I had a super duper sweet lunch too! I went to wan ying’s work place and she bake me the waffles, scoop my ice cream for me! Know her for so long haven eaten her f&amp;amp;n food before now I finally get to taste it! I like supper loved lo! Lets see Rachel and I are wearing our council uniform today haha... after school we are all going out to play! Okok late liao better get running! PS: must msg mr ng later to see if I can work as a facilitator one hour 10 lehz! *cross finger prays hard*&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/28717431-2700739336892252800?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2700739336892252800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2700739336892252800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2700739336892252800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2700739336892252800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-day-of-mi.html' title='Last day of MI'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1963346355803311473</id><published>2007-02-27T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:33:43.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday tuesday lovely tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good morning! yes yes I am blogging in the morning before school again. Slept super early yesterday but I am still tired *yawns* siao ting says she coming to school today *jumps with joy* I miss her saying “mo peng mo peng, hairy hairy, short short, but still very shuai” haha…  I hope Jeffery comes today... O Roy was tell us that he climb the stairs competition and came in 7th YEAH! *claps*  GOOD JOB Roy... hm… I wonder what’s going to happen in school today... *thinks* I brought Rachel’s name to school today! *laughs* I wonder what are my unique friends doing... I miss Cherylynn I hope she’s fine... she was feeling well on Sat... Christina should be doing all right I guess... Just went to wake my dad I wonder if he will be fine... I slept at four which was them time I woke up...Hm... should I make a call at this time? *thinks* I think better not I guess... shall not disturb his sleep. I can always sms =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1963346355803311473?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1963346355803311473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1963346355803311473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1963346355803311473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1963346355803311473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/tuesday-tuesday-lovely-tuesday.html' title='tuesday tuesday lovely tuesday!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1279054981260103308</id><published>2007-02-26T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:32:00.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOOD MORNING! Ok I don’t have much time before I go to school let’s make this quick. Yesterday the drumming lesson was really tiring it was from 9-1 pm and we only have ½ an hours of drumming and the rest of them time we where doing yoga! After which we went down to marina square to watch “know drug” dance competition. SAC modern dance went I could say the they are not up to standard...We did some shopping with Berine and after which I went to meet my friend we went to eat wan ton mee haha! We walked around and talked abit. Then after which I went to my grand ma’s house to help her fold the paper for god. Folded from 8sumthing-12 and haha it was a hill of it...*bleahx*Came home covered with gold glitters and paper ashes... some of the glitters are still stuck on my hands haha I am turning gold!!!!!! *laughs* school’s going to be a really long day for me... I wonder if I can survive it? Hm...with teens magazine, inverted names to do and sms I think I able to... okok dad’s going bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1279054981260103308?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1279054981260103308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1279054981260103308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1279054981260103308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1279054981260103308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-1651954665970669953</id><published>2007-02-25T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:31:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for chinese drumming</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Good morning! The sky is still dark but I hope that it will be a bright and sunny day *wishes* going to esplanade in a moment time. Berine and me will first meet up with Erin for breakfast then after which we will walk to esplanade. I wonder what I am going to do after the workshop. I haven’t really planned. I am wearing a tank and a pair of jeans, will wear a jacket over before meeting the rest of the band. I wonder what are they going to make us do there...*imagining * eeek! O well I’ll just go with the flow...Hey say… should I go shopping for sum girl’s stuff I mean I really need it... I need a pair of sport shoes, umbrella, and... We’ll see how it goes... *laughs* o I am thinking of cutting my hair... how should I cut it? Gosh! There’s so many things I would like to do... I wonder if I got the time and money to do them? Hm...*Thinking* If there’s time I will blog again when I am home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-1651954665970669953?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/1651954665970669953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=1651954665970669953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1651954665970669953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/1651954665970669953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/going-for-chinese-drumming.html' title='Going for chinese drumming'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-6704876548281668371</id><published>2007-02-23T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:39:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a friday to pon school</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It’s a Friday and it’s 9:17 am what am I doing online? I skipped school you silly. *chuckles* And what am I going to do today? I am going to the library to return books then I am going to stay in there for a while *smiles* and maybe after which if I could get people to go band with me I will return back to SAC, o better remind my self to ask about my O lvl certificate. I still don’t get it how am I supposed to check it out online... *ponders* something bad happened yesterday I really don’t wish to say... but I am feeling better today. O yesterday night there’s a freaking demon in my room I have never been bitten by mosquito on the sole of my feet! O well I guess I better go bath. And get ready to head to the library *smiles*&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/28717431-6704876548281668371?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/6704876548281668371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=6704876548281668371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6704876548281668371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/6704876548281668371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-friday-and-its-917-am-what-am-i.html' title='what a friday to pon school'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2703482685376807822</id><published>2007-02-20T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:07:01.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt; Yeah! Hee happy cny everyone! *smiles* I thought this year’s cny would be a disaster but it turn out really well! Thank god! *chuckles* on new year’s eve we had a simple dinner with grandpa and grandma... even thought grandpa can’t really hear but he still cares a lot for us. He kept asking me is I would like to eat this and that *smiles* ah gong... I love you too! The first say of new year we where all gambling haha I won just a little bit. Didn’t touched alcohol  on cny... and the second day I went to my po po’s house =]  brought her a fu lu sho’s card and I asked brother to write on it and she asked brother to pasted it on her room door hee... *feels proud* I mean I feel happy that she paste it there la haha...after which I went to catch a movie with my friend. Almost got into trouble... when I was on the platform... there’s two say... about sec three? Little gers staring at me and they were talking out loud so I trun around to look at them that’s how I know that they where staring at me and bitching about me. To make it worst I sat right opposite them on the train and they kept saying about me... O! Those little bratz! If only I could feed them with rat poison! Opps just kidding hee... I am a nice person ya haha... we went to watch an nc 16 show and the men asked to check my ic! *screams in vain* I am going to watch m18 already! O well I guess looking young means I am pretty *bleahx* haha I shall now complain haha... I did really enjoy my cny hee =]o and there’s another good news I pass my accounting with distinction! *screams* hee... yup there will be school 2morrow... which means I get to see my friends =] hee wa just got a good news we might be going to watch norbit as a class =] yeah! Can’t wait for 2morrow =] opps just got a call going out to TMall to get shortes with berine! hee will be home for dinner =] *loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2703482685376807822?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2703482685376807822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2703482685376807822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2703482685376807822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2703482685376807822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy cny'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4628162183396826107</id><published>2007-02-12T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:06:55.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hidden by other's light or am i even shining?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How do you measure how much a person is worth? Measuring cylinder? Weighing machine? How educated they are? Your heart? Your mind? What does it take for you to determine a person’s worth? How much am I worth to you? How much am I worth to the society? How much am I worth to myself? I am thinking and thinking over again I seems quite useless... my dad doesn’t like me... my friends thinks that I am too dependent...&lt;br /&gt;What would you see in the morning when you looked up the sky? Blue sky? White clouds? I bet the first answer that comes to you would be the sun... am I wrong to say that? There are stars and moon too... because the sun is too bright and it out shines all elements in the sky then only thing you see is the sun... the sun gives you warmth and brightens your day... what about the stars in the morning and moon? I know the sun is good... I am only a star... people thinks that I the moon who depends on the sun’s ray to shine at night... who am I to you? I am lost...I am hidden by other's light or am i even shining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4628162183396826107?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4628162183396826107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4628162183396826107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4628162183396826107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4628162183396826107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-hidden-by-others-light-or-am-i.html' title='I am hidden by other&apos;s light or am i even shining?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-8611808145096175334</id><published>2007-02-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:21:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just woke up from crying... *looks ugly with puffy eyes* anyway I am thinking of these course to choose what do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_bsg.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_bsg.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_lrm.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_lrm.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_af.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www-bus.tp.edu.sg/bus_home/bus_courses/bus_ft_courses/bus_diploma_in_af.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-it.tp.edu.sg/it_home/int_courses/int_ft_courses/int_ftc_get.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www-it.tp.edu.sg/it_home/int_courses/int_ft_courses/int_ftc_get.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-it.tp.edu.sg/it_home/int_courses/int_ft_courses/int_ftc_ind.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www-it.tp.edu.sg/it_home/int_courses/int_ft_courses/int_ftc_ind.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/acc.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/acc.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bfs.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bfs.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bs.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bs.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bit.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/bit.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/avt.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/avt.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/pdi.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/pdi.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/dvfx.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/dvfx.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/fsv.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/fsv.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/mma.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/mma.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/mbs.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.np.edu.sg/corpcomm/jae2007/mbs.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt; I have to call LCCI on Monday before making my choice *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-8611808145096175334?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/8611808145096175334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=8611808145096175334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8611808145096175334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/8611808145096175334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-should-i-choose.html' title='what should i choose?'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-5911545441306743436</id><published>2007-02-10T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:21:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i done for the pass three days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thursday! I climb the roof of MI and swept the teacher away when she was trying to wake me up got a shock upon waking up that I swept my teacher, scolded my classmate and I made a din or noise with my friends in Pastamania. That was how I end my Thursday. Friday! I lay dead on bed until 12:30 pm then time that I have to get up to collect my death note. Skip MI when to school almost died when I got my results I thought I did rather well... was happy gone out to catch a movie with my friend did all kinds of rubbish. Came home slept like pig. Saturday woke up intending to pack my room... was stop by my mum so I slept all the way until one o clock. Dad saw my results compared and pissed me off I screamed at my friends on phone and now I am feeling guilty... decides to treat him milkshake *smiles* [L1 R5 17 L1 R4 14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-5911545441306743436?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/5911545441306743436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=5911545441306743436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5911545441306743436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/5911545441306743436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday-i-climb-roof-of-mi-and-swept.html' title='what have i done for the pass three days'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2084430051617983143</id><published>2007-02-07T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:23:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wed morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Good morning I am about to go to school... hm... Lets see what lessons do I have today... I have econs break accounts break managements of business and home tutor, and I am able to go home! Hm... or should I go for band? After all my two pieces of songs are not polishes yet... I shall see if anyone wants to go with me... ok! So I am left with one more day to o lvl results... am I scared? Of coz! But I can’t do much to change my results I hope I’ll be able to see the daylight on Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2084430051617983143?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2084430051617983143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2084430051617983143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2084430051617983143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2084430051617983143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/wed-morning.html' title='wed morning!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-320931163583496593</id><published>2007-02-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:37:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Roy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/007.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday Roy! Yup we celebrated his birthday*smiles* hope he likes it... today was supper slack... most of them pon right after the second break... I hit my head against the top of my dad’s taxi. *pain*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-320931163583496593?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/320931163583496593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=320931163583496593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/320931163583496593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/320931163583496593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-roy.html' title='Happy birthday Roy!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-3266194442429321958</id><published>2007-02-04T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:29:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday sunshines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/004.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Yawns, gives myself a little stretch* Morning! It’s a Sunday! I am waiting for “death note 15” to load itself on youtube. While blogging. Hm... *Thinks* I shall give my day a little plan. In the morning I shall slack a little but surfing the net. At say... about 11 30 I shall on the heater to bath so that I can go Bugies. I think I will be home at 0400pm latest 0430pm. What do I need to buy... two carrot-cake from teenage café, stamps, maybe I shall go Muji to see it there are chocolates for Tara... envelope. Maybe I will go visit the national library. After all it seems such a nice day... perfect day to visit the library! Think I shall finish one of my storybook there so I can start with the last one *smiles* what should I wear? *Thinking in process* jeans and green shirt? O well... *headache* *laughs* o hang on I have to ask ma is she still wants to buy tights. *Walks a way to find ma*, *sit back on chair* back! She says as long as it’s long and it not too expensive she will get it. *Smiles* colors that she don’t mind wearing... blue, black, brown... haha just remember the 3B *chuckles* kk death note is complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-3266194442429321958?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/3266194442429321958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=3266194442429321958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3266194442429321958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/3266194442429321958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-sunshines.html' title='Sunday sunshines!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-7180496374419164857</id><published>2007-02-03T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:43:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice weather nice day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ikilote.free.fr/kaoani/Kao_a_Fleurs_(3)/011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yeah yeah my computer is finally up! It crashed on me for a good 3 days or so... lucky I could still occupy my time with the book that I borrowed from the library... went out with Yan, Siew, Jeff, Sher and Cele yesterday. *Giggles* we had quite a lot of fun at Sakae. Played all the funny games just to finish the food... *laughs* we left Jeff’s phone one the sushi belt *hoots* I had lot’s of fun yesterday thanks guys *smiles*. Went running with Cherylynn today and we found lots of nice spots for emo. Pictures! I am going back to take pictures there! O how do you find my new layout? Nice? *Chuckles* Hm... I am thinking if I should self MC from school on Monday... it ends at 6pm! O well... shall enjoy my Saturday and Sunday before I think about that... and my results... *runs off wilded*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-7180496374419164857?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/7180496374419164857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=7180496374419164857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7180496374419164857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/7180496374419164857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice-weather-nice-day.html' title='Nice weather nice day!'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-4196538775740185575</id><published>2007-01-28T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:55:57.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O gosh how did I get so sick? Panadol isn’t even working on me... I took two pack of flu pandol and two normal pandol and I am still sick. Should I blam it on the weather? Hm... maybe... Or the school? Or maybe it was just me? I have heard that the o lvl results is out on the fifth. *scared* went out yesterday had fun. And now I am sick. O well lets see how it goes maybe I might not be going to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-4196538775740185575?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/4196538775740185575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=4196538775740185575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4196538775740185575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/4196538775740185575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28717431.post-2666426825960748950</id><published>2007-01-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:25:11.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's my last straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really don’t understand... what should I do? Is love really so precious? So precious that you can do anything for love? What makes a men fall for a women? What makes a woman love a man? What makes men goes crazy over woman? What makes woman crazy over men? What makes men go all out just for that woman? What makes them so anxious about her when she is sick? What makes them go crazy when she gives a slight rejection? What makes them crazy when he walks their walk? What makes them crazy when they didn’t reply messages? This is the second time some guy screamed at me because they are so anxious about the girls they like. I very nice to be scolded ar? I also not her! How the fuck would I know what she is thinking, or doing?! I am just a girl I am not the girl that you like! So if my answer doesn’t suit you then, I am sorry I can’t help you! I know they are apple in your eye la! I am your friend lehz! Not apple never mind la! Don’t need to scold me when I don’t give you the right answer right?! Friends for how long liao?! And you! Don’t think you can run away just because I am talking about guys! Everyday in school also dun care me, need me then talk to me what the fuck! In the new school lehz you left me all alone and you still can tell me sorry I ditch you! Wa liao la! When people ditch you and you got no friends then come and find me for company! Go die la! Need to take photo then remember my name! Need to get something from me can wait for me to wake up one right? Think you very great mehz?! Must drum me up! nothing better to do come suan me! I am so sick of seeing you! Get out of my sight! [anger out busted I am sorry can’t help it that was my last straw] I am glad I made good friends in MI who won’t leave me there in times of trouble, and I won’t leave them if they ever needed my help *smiles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28717431-2666426825960748950?l=sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/feeds/2666426825960748950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28717431&amp;postID=2666426825960748950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2666426825960748950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28717431/posts/default/2666426825960748950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sounds-of-staccato.blogspot.com/2007/01/thats-my-last-straw.html' title='that&apos;s my last straw'/><author><name>Staccato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01540102003117935821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/85/3415809/28484288039602l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
