<?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-504681896333684101</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:52:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.u.s.i.c.</title><subtitle type='html'>n.i.c.h.o.l.a.s. k.e.r. j.u.n. l.i.e.w.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-595299923280893391</id><published>2009-12-17T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:26:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.n.n.o.y.i.n.g.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, even it is holiday, I am not able to update my blog everyday... You want to know why? Here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. My mum asked me to study first to cope next year (because I am going to QVSS for 13 days), then, when I am studying (+ making notes), she said :"Don't study first, go practice violin first-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Making notes waste time only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Then, I go practice violin. Then, in she came and said :"Don't practice too long. Later your piano didn't practice!" (And, I just started practicing my violin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. After 2 hours of practicing my violin, she start to scream :"PRACTICE YOUR PIANO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Ok, then there I go, practicing my piano... Then, after a while, she shouted :"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, your room is very messy! Come here and keep it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Then, I go and keep... I kept the cupboard, she (we) repeated step 1 to 4, and then I kept the wardrobe, she (we) repeated step 1 to 4, and then I kept the table, she (we) repeated step 1 to 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Then, when I want to go online, she said :"No, you practice your violin already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;? You study finish already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;? etc." It takes about 5 minutes to finish her "speech"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Then, when I want to go for the TV to catch on some news or watch DiscoveryChannel, National Geogrpahic, and watch HBO, StarMovies, CineMax, she shouted at me, "Don't watch TV! Go practice your violin!" (Then, she (we) repeated step 1 to 6 again...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Then, here comes the funniest part, she didn't let me watch Knowledge stuff on TV, but when it comes to AstroOnDemand, woah, she'll be the first one sitting in front of the TV. If my sister is watching other channels, she'll shout :"Don't block, 8:30 already, watch A Chip Off the Old Block! Faster! Faster!" Then, she'll ask me to watch until 10:15... (Including the Beauty thingy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Then, after 10:15, she'll say :" Oui, late already, you didn't practice your violin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... How? Next year go New Zealand-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;? Waste money only! Tomorrow don't watch!" (And then, in the end she'll repeat step 8 the next day, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, every day, I've been repeating the 9 steps, until sometimes I don't remember if I ate my lunch or dinner... The only chance I can go online or watch TV is when she is out... And, I will force her to, I will just say :" Eh, don't keep asking us to eat fruits, because we've been eating oranges for the whole week... Go and buy some other fruits... Please..." Then, she'll go out, but not too long... And, sometimes, my plan backfires... She takes away the AstroCard and the modem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I am lucky enough to be at home alone, because she brought my sister out... YEEPEE! I don't know if she is surviving with my mum out there... That's all for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-595299923280893391?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/595299923280893391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/595299923280893391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/595299923280893391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/annoying.html' title='a.n.n.o.y.i.n.g.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2010928766484427958</id><published>2009-12-14T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:40:00.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w.a.k.e. u.p. d.u.m.b. a.s.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha... I did not fail~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why, but I had two different feelings liking to different girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's put it like that, xxx is A and xxx is B... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When A betrays me, scolds me, bully me, I feel disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I go to bed, I still think about A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am with A, I don't feel OK, I feel happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When A says Hi or says something, I feel happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I look at A, I could not bear to stop smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When A smiles at me, my bad mood will disappear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I don't see her for more than 1 day, I don't feel OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I talk to her, my mind goes blank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When B betrays me, scolds me, bully me, I feel angry, sad and disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I SMSes her till late at night and still thinks about her before I go to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am with B, I feel OK, I don't feel extra happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When B says Hi or says something, I don't feel extra happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I am talking with B, I am just my normal self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When B smiles at me, nothing happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I don't see her for more than 1 day, I don't feel OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she doesn't replies my messages, I don't feel OK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what conclusion can you make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My conclusion is, I love A more than B, I like A more than B, so, I will continue walking my journey, liking her... (I liked her for 2 years already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2010928766484427958?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2010928766484427958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/wake-up-dumb-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2010928766484427958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2010928766484427958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/wake-up-dumb-ass.html' title='w.a.k.e. u.p. d.u.m.b. a.s.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-5049243859587214918</id><published>2009-12-11T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:01:44.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f.a.i.l.e.d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I failed... Yes, I failed! God damn it! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! I failed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-5049243859587214918?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/5049243859587214918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/failed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5049243859587214918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5049243859587214918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/failed.html' title='f.a.i.l.e.d.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2974164797955926737</id><published>2009-12-10T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:13:01.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b.a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is obviously the most boring holiday-day... In the morning, I woke up, cleaned myself, went out to eat breakfast at SanFransico Coffee in Warisan Square... Then, I came back home and started online-ing while my mum talks over the phone. When she finished talking over the phone, she scolded me that I 've onlined for too long, as she talked over the phone for two hours, I checked the clock, and said loudly,  my mum's math is very bad... Eventually, she just talked over the phone for not-more-than-30 minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, almost at 11.50am, I started practicing my violin for tomorrow's concert. I practiced until almost 1.00pm... And, my mum is still not satisfied, I told her I was hungry, and she scolded me for that too... CRAZY! Then, my mum made lunch for me... It was Ladies' Fingers and scrambled eggs in tomto sauce... Well, that's the worst thing I ever ate. It tasted like shit. Then, my sister and I started watching the DVD of last year's St. James Nite... I looked so funny... Anyway, we fast forwarded a lot because my mum said we were wasting time. At almost 3.00 pm, I started practicing my violin again. Then, at almost 3.30pm,  I stopped practicing and started onlin-ing again... And, now, I am typing my post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah, my dad ordered the humidifier and hygrometer for my precious violin... It is for the trip to New Zealand... They say the weather there is cold and dry... Who needs a humidifier for musical instruments in this wet country, Malaysia? Haha... I am going off for KL on the 23rd... I might not post anything until the 27th... I am going there again, for more shopping, and the most important of all, buy my BAM violin case, either Stylus or Hightech... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2974164797955926737?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2974164797955926737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2974164797955926737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2974164797955926737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/bam.html' title='b.a.m.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-5155624938618255973</id><published>2009-12-05T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:49:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.m.i.l.e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to continue posting stuffs that happened on the past few days (or weeks)... First, I am lazy. Second, there are just too many to post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, starting from last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raymond called me at night around 11.00pm and we talked for hours until around 1.30am... Then, I went online on Facebook through my phone until 2.30am... (I had to go offline as my phone's battery is dead)... Well, not much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, I woke up at around 8.30am... I switched on the computer and commented on some photos on Facebook until 10.30am... My mum came back from the airport that time (She went to fetch my father from the airport), she brought home McDonald and one pack of pork stuff... The mee was nice, but too bad I don't eat pork... (No offense)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had violin lesson at 11.00am until 12.00pm but Mr. Yap let me go at 12.30pm... After standing straight for one and a half hour, my back was aching... We went to Ren Ai to eat some stuff... Then, we went to Country Home to choose some furniture (cupboards)... My mum bought a white cupboard for me... But I am wondering, where will she place it? my room is too squeezy to squeeze in another cupboard... Well,  wait till the problem comes and let her solve it herself... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went online after that until around 5.30pm... Raymond called me again in the middle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not an intereseting day,  so not much to type... Maybe something interesting might happen later... I am going out for dinner now... Have fun in the holidays and SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-5155624938618255973?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/5155624938618255973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5155624938618255973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5155624938618255973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html' title='s.m.i.l.e.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-4513032611116347724</id><published>2009-11-28T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:42:41.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.n.g. t.i.m.e. n.o. p.o.s.t.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, it has been quite some time I didn't update my blog. I was busy with my club practices and I went to KL last week. Well, let me describe my holidays day by day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is the day! Everyone was anxious about their results. We ate Secret Recipe's Chocolate Cake and drank Easy Way. That's how we finished our class fund. I don't want to talk about this day as it is not so interesting. Especially the moment I went up the stage. But it was fun though, being ooo-ed.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first day of holiday. I did nothing. I woke up 8 in the morning. I practiced my violin for 2 hours and my dad kept saying :" 2 hours is not enough." Urgh... I was accepted in my audition. So, that means I can go to New Zealand next year. But I really really need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied the Basics by Simon Fischer until midnight. Gosh, I noticed that there are some techniques that I got them wrong. Change, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, erm, today is our first day of intensive practice. We did quite well, except the violas. They couldn't even read the notes. I worked on them until 3.30 pm until I was so damn tired. We are going to perform in Sutera Harbour next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of intensive practice. The violas improved a bit. I went to violin lesson. I told Mr. Yap that I was accepted in the audition. I was so confused when he straight away stood up and went out. But all my questions were answered when he came back with a maroon book. "Antiono Vivaldi Concerto Op. 8 Spring and Summer", it wrote on the book. My new piece I am going to work on - Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened today. Only my foot hurts because of standing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lazy to practice the violin. Mr. Yap came to our club's practice. Woah, he was so shock when he heard us play the Mamma Mia. You should see how he bit his tongue. Haha. His look was so shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to KL after 2 hours of club practice. We reached there and my dad say he wanted to go to Genting to "get some money". So, after one and a half hour drive, we reached there about 5.30 pm. I bought some ice-creams. They were so easy to eat. They don't melt. Haha. But it costs RM 4.00 for one Nestle Drumstick. I met one of my junior friend there too. He was freezing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to KL today. I felt so hot after visiting Genting. We did not waste our time. We straight away went to Sungei Wang after we checked in our "second home" - Cititel. I went to Chambers to buy some music scores for myself and our club. I also bought two egg shakers and two castenets for our club. But one thing. They needed my Grade 8 practical certificate to apply for the membership. I told them that I live in Sabah. And, no one wants to bring their original certificate to travel around the world and get it destroyed. And they answered me, rules are rules. Whatever, who wants their discounts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to MidValley's Megamall to shop. We went there a bit too early. Haha. Nevermind. We ate Subway as our breakfast, and I bought a new Nike shoes and a new Crocs. My sister bought 4 pairs of shoes. I also bought one shirt from Zara, RM 129.00. My most expensive shirt. Well, we went to the International Chinese Book Fair at the Mines. I got my certificate and RM 150.00 as I got the Second place in the poem competition organized by Pelangi. The Ping Ton magazine store was just beside the stage. It was full of posters written 废 and 最废的平旦漫画. The author was there. But, nobody went to his store. The stock was so full. And it is already 6:45 pm. I bought 4 Chinese Mystery storybooks for only RM 36.00 at a special price. It was written by two "Penangians". They said they are going to publish two new books at year end and one book every two month next year. Then, I bought two books, 鹅卵石 and 小天堂 for only RM16.00 each. Then, I ate two Green Tea ice creams from Taiwan. I told my sister that I might miss the taste but she said it is better to miss the taste then to regret (想念好过后悔). Then we tried to catch a taxi. One of the driver said it needed RM 40.00 to get back to Cititel as it is very jam (caused by the book fair, but it is only inside the area, once you get out, it is nothing). Then, we rejected and he asked :"Kawan, berapa kamu mahu? (Friend, how much you want?)". I anwered him "RM 2". And we left straight away. So, my dad said we try to find another exit at the shopping mall. But, alas, there is none. I saw one cute thing in the mall. You can throw it on the floor, it breaks and become liquid-ish and then becomes solid again. I wanted to buy it so that I can play it in club but my dad said we have to rush as his leg is very pain. Then, we went back to the same exit/entrance. There were more taxis but they were all the same. My dad said that they help each other (bekerjasama to cheat our money and the Indian guy just now should have told them not to take us anywhere), so they give the same price. Then, we caught a Chinese taxi driver. He said RM 12 will be enough. Then we hopped in. We shopped at Megamall for the rest of the night until almost all the shops were closed. The last shop I went was MPH but they announced "We are going to close in 10 minutes." just as I reached the section I wanted to go. Then, when they finished announing, they immediately switched off all the lights&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued...&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/504681896333684101-4513032611116347724?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/4513032611116347724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4513032611116347724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4513032611116347724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='l.o.n.g. t.i.m.e. n.o. p.o.s.t.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-3392674281610888606</id><published>2009-11-06T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:25:50.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.t. j.a.m.e.s. n.i.t.e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My primaray school teacher called me to invite me to accompany the school choir for the St. James Nite. I still remember last year the other teacher-in-charge said that if they don't have me, they will die. So, that day I saw her, she was so damn quiet. For my St. James friends, this teacher is the Hannah, famous for being LCLY. This year, the choir is going to sing 想飞 and Perajurit Tanah Air. I don't think this year's St. James Nite will be as good as last year's. Wait till I see the rehersal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My mum is sick now, so she is sleeping in her room, and the whole house is much more quiet than before. YeeeHaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-3392674281610888606?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/3392674281610888606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-james-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3392674281610888606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3392674281610888606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/st-james-nite.html' title='s.t. j.a.m.e.s. n.i.t.e.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-6749990111218999908</id><published>2009-11-04T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:37:12.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>q.u.e.s.t.i.o.n.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My piano teacher organised a competition based on the Classical Journey by Dous held on last Friday... And, guess what, I think this competition is fitter for kids... You know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What time you have to arrive before the concert start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 minutes - 30 minutes before the concert starts, although many arrived 20 - 30 minutes AFTER the concert starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What is the proper concert attire? (describe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whole black, except the undergarments. Black long-sleeves top, black belt, black long pants, black socks and black shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. When the concert starts, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Switch off my phone (actually, I set it into Silent mode). And, look around to see how full the concert is, and I noticed that it is only one-third full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Before the concert starts, what must be switched off or be switched into silent mode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My handphone, my iPod touch, my alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. How many people sleep in the concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't need to count because only one-third of the audience are awake, others are sleeping. For what I know, the people sitting behind, beside and in front are all sleeping, some are snoring, some adjusts themselves into the most comfortable postition and starts to doze off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. When do you clap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I clap after every pieces. But, many of the audience clap loudly between movements and clap weakly after the organiser and emcee say: "Do you want more?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Why is there an intermission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who cannot bear the bore-ness of the concert, and those who does not know how to enjoy music to ESCAPE from the auditorium, that is why the second half concert is only quarter full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, at the last page, there is some space for you to make notes. Guess what I wrote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The concert starts later than scheduled for those who are late to "enjoy" the music, and let those who came early waste their energy and sleep all through the concert. Like one of the parents sitting in front of me said: "Those who don't know how to enjoy the music will just only sleep and leave before the concert ends. So, let's go." Then, they stood up and left. When the concert starts, it wasn't the people the audience are expecting, instead the performer who came out was a small girl who played Fur Elise, which spoiled my eardrums. And, the "commercial" for the Four Seasons only discourages the audience to attend the concert, according to the audience who ARE sitting beside me. So, four of them planned to reject the "offer" to buy the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I can win an Honesty Reward... I think they held this competition to 打自己的嘴巴 (slap their own mouth)... Sorry if I typed anything wrong, or said something that isn't supposed to be said, but it is my honest opinion for this concert...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-6749990111218999908?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/6749990111218999908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/6749990111218999908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/6749990111218999908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions.html' title='q.u.e.s.t.i.o.n.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2581240009588126554</id><published>2009-11-02T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:40:02.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a. h.e.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum and dad are having "fun" in their room... So damn noisy... I think I am going to have a baby brother or sister... Hope not... Both of them are getting along together nowadays... Gosh, they locked their door. I wonder &lt;u&gt;what they are doing&lt;/u&gt;... Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2581240009588126554?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2581240009588126554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/hem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2581240009588126554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2581240009588126554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/11/hem.html' title='a. h.e.m.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-8242398617682389998</id><published>2009-10-30T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:04:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.u.b.t.i.t.l.e.s.</title><content type='html'>I was watching 痞子英雄 (Black &amp;amp; White) for the past few days... My dad is poor at Chinese, so we switched the subtitles to English, but my dad gave up watching the whole thing... You know why? Yeah, because of the handicapped subtitles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好，算了: Good, calculate.&lt;br /&gt;第三集: The third gather.&lt;br /&gt;帮我打个电话: Help me beat one telephone.&lt;br /&gt;做心理准备: Do mental preparations.&lt;br /&gt;你在干什么: You dry what?&lt;br /&gt;对了: To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more, but I juts simply can't remember them. The subtitles made us laugh until our stomach aches... But, we switched the subtitles to Chinese after that. It was obvious that they used computers to translate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-8242398617682389998?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/8242398617682389998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/subtitles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/8242398617682389998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/8242398617682389998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/subtitles.html' title='s.u.b.t.i.t.l.e.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-1806158237813938100</id><published>2009-10-28T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:30:18.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s.c.h.o.o.l.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haih... Today, we have school in the middle of the holiday... Just one day, though... But, at least I can see my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I am in school, I want to show some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397514424435241570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/SufSxZKCcmI/AAAAAAAAABk/8zinkVlpW48/s400/kb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I do not know who did this... But, it is truly very ridiculous. Because of the line in school is too slow, I can't stand it anymore, so b-y-e-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-1806158237813938100?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/1806158237813938100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1806158237813938100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1806158237813938100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/school.html' title='s.c.h.o.o.l.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/SufSxZKCcmI/AAAAAAAAABk/8zinkVlpW48/s72-c/kb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-7968958064003015984</id><published>2009-10-24T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:25:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b.o.r.e.d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This holiday really nearly bored me to death. I just don't know what to do... All my friends will only wake up at 12.00pm... So, I have no one to SMS with... Then, I have to go for the next choice. But, the problem is, I am out of books and my mum is too "busy" to bring me out to the nearest bookstore to buy a book I wanted. Ok, next choice, but, I've finished watching all the DVD's and VCD's... Well, I wanted to listen to some songs, but I listened to all my CDs more than a zillion times, and I am bored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what, I have finished tidying up my bookshelf and maybe next, I will pop in my old Mary Poppin cassette and The Sound of Music cassette into the cassette player... But, my cassette player is disconnected from the TV and I don't dare to get near the old TV (because it is in service for more than 10 years and it gives electric shock)... Furthermore, I don't know which is the wire for the cassette player. Well, maybe I have to wait till tonight when my dad comes home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidays, please leave me alone... (Well, I meant THIS particular holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-7968958064003015984?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/7968958064003015984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/7968958064003015984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/7968958064003015984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/bored.html' title='b.o.r.e.d.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-1740052437335446331</id><published>2009-10-24T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:27:06.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>n.e.w. b.l.o.g.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've opened a new blog... These are the few "characteristics" of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;2. To learn about happiness.&lt;br /&gt;3. Contains various story to know more about happinesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of more about the new blog. Just look and see, then you'll know... The link is in the "e.x.i.t.s. t.o. m.y. o.t.h.e.r. b.l.o.g.s." under h.a.p.p.i.n.e.s.s. Oh, and the m.y. a.c.h.i.e.v.e.m.e.n.t.s. (h.o.m.e.p.a.g.e.) is the homepage of my, erm, some of the people calle it my music life's blog... It has exits to my concerts, school activities and bla-bla... You can look at it too, but it is organised by my dad, and designed by my sister... I just tell them what to do... I don't even know the password... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only blog written by me, Nicholas Ker Jun Liew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-1740052437335446331?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/1740052437335446331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1740052437335446331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1740052437335446331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog.html' title='n.e.w. b.l.o.g.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-4028045205946992487</id><published>2009-10-23T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:01:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I prefer going to school and meet my friends, rather than staying at home, getting bullied by my sister, and getting controlled by my parents... There is only one word to describe this type of situation, that is annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really miss school, for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Staying at home has no difference than staying in a jail but nevermind... I am really very bored staying in the house... It is not a holiday when you can spend time with your family. But, it is a holiday when you stay at home, with your most annoying sister and my mum. AND, the worst is, I cannot even go out to the nearest bookstore to buy a book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sigh* What can I do? Any suggestions? I am really going to die in my house... The first thing I do in the morning is watch TV, then practise my violin, then practise my piano, then go online, then search some articles on some composers and songs, then search some articles on violin and piano techniques.... And, at last, I am here posting my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I do in a holiday, where the only place I can go is the restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I do in a holiday, where I cannot even play some computer games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I do in a holiday, where I cannot even meet my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate this holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-4028045205946992487?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/4028045205946992487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4028045205946992487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4028045205946992487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html' title='h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2897817500119737149</id><published>2009-10-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:04:14.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.i.n.g.y. p.o.n.g.y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started to play ping pong (table tennis) when my dad strated to play with some of his pro friends... I got into training with my dad... But, we were all lazy to pick up the balls... (We bought 40++ balls to play with) So, it is the girls job to pick the balls up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, just now, my mum asked my dad, why do the balls falls to the floor every time? (I think she said the wrong thing but I still can't figure out what she was trying to say) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, my dad repied her, if not, you want the balls to stick on the ceiling after we play-&lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha... My dad can be really funny sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2897817500119737149?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2897817500119737149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/ping-pong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2897817500119737149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2897817500119737149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/ping-pong.html' title='p.i.n.g.y. p.o.n.g.y.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-3314117619535239337</id><published>2009-10-17T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:55:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.y. h.a.n.d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, we finished our Sejarah and Mathematics exam... It was so damn easy... I don't understnad why this time's exam is far more easier than those before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we finished Maths exam, SanSan borrowed my History paper to photocopy... I waited uptairs with Xiao Yii... That time, Lim Ee Chin was standing beside us, using her jacket covering half of her fave (nose and mouth)... Xiao Yii wondered whether if she was talking to her phone... I asked Lim Ee Chin... Then she said no... We asked her back: "Why are you covering your nose and mouth then?" She replied the funniest answer: "我的手jacket很香啊! (My jacket has a nice smell.)" Me and Xiao Yii laughed until we almost fainted... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, SanSan came up... We quickly cover our nose and pretend to be sick... Then, SanSan asked us why... We answered: "我的手很香啊! (My hands have a nice smell.)" SanSan was blurred... But, we can't explain to her because we were laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-3314117619535239337?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/3314117619535239337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3314117619535239337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3314117619535239337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-hand.html' title='m.y. h.a.n.d.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-5433367760181779561</id><published>2009-10-16T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:40:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>r.e.c.o.r.d.e.r.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad bought me a recorder... I recorded many stuff... It can record up to 288hrs... But it cannot be connected to the computer... The one that can be connected costs about RM 400... This one only cost RM 199... It is very light and can record with a good quality of sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394923244497707042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St6eG3rIoCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z9-MDu1EshM/s400/15102009214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My new SONY reccorder&lt;br /&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/504681896333684101-5433367760181779561?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/5433367760181779561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/recorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5433367760181779561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/5433367760181779561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/recorder.html' title='r.e.c.o.r.d.e.r.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St6eG3rIoCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/z9-MDu1EshM/s72-c/15102009214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-4390457314573520962</id><published>2009-10-16T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:58:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f.u.n.n.y. m.e.s.s.a.g.e.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I was so boring and I sms-ed SanSan... She was watching Twilight... I told her that she will die in her exams... She kept saying that Edward Cullen is hawt... Haha... But, she said that if she die, she won't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicholas: "Don't worry... I will buy the best coffin and the best place for you with a special sentence added at the tomb - Cause of Death: Did not study for exam. Haha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SanSan: "I want black and white coffin :) thanks XD and too in love with doggie :) and and and. Cause watch movie XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicholas: "Ok... No problem... But, if I buy already, I cannot put a living body inside the coffin... I will get sued for it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SanSan: "Haha... Write one more sentence then, she asked for it XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is Sejarah and Mathematics exam... Haih... I am so boring in my little room... Keep on taking pictures of my room and pen and bla-bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-4390457314573520962?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/4390457314573520962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4390457314573520962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/4390457314573520962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-messages.html' title='f.u.n.n.y. m.e.s.s.a.g.e.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-376350373985467596</id><published>2009-10-15T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:21:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m.o.n.e.y. i.s. s.o. s.u.n.n.y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Money Money Money! Is so sunny, in a rich man's world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha... Ok, straight to the &lt;strong&gt;main point&lt;/strong&gt;... Today, I earned &lt;strong&gt;RM39.00&lt;/strong&gt; just by selling Sejarah and KHB's notes... I don't know how much Xiao Yii get from the buyers but that was the total sum... I gave Xiao Yii a &lt;strong&gt;25% commision&lt;/strong&gt; and she got &lt;strong&gt;RM9.75&lt;/strong&gt;... I still haven't pay her yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, today was &lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; exam... The Science was so damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;easy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... All from the &lt;strong&gt;exercise papers&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;workbook&lt;/strong&gt;. Woah... I can get above 95%, I think... Well, &lt;em&gt;don't boast my chickens before it cracks&lt;/em&gt;... Well, preparing Sejarah and Mathematics... I don't know why, but it seems like I lost the mood to exam... Maybe beause the breaks between and the long period of examination... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, forgot to tell something... My sister and I acted to be Show Lo... Well, not really very good but acceptable... Quite funny... There were actually 4 pictures but I deleted the other 2 because it wasn't really good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394482867886927186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St0Nlk9UrVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yZhX4S2yVdU/s400/14102009201-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394482895283559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St0NnLBMHjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5k-Ly81O5H8/s400/14102009205-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-376350373985467596?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/376350373985467596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-is-so-sunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/376350373985467596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/376350373985467596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-is-so-sunny.html' title='m.o.n.e.y. i.s. s.o. s.u.n.n.y.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St0Nlk9UrVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yZhX4S2yVdU/s72-c/14102009201-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2946636213479400489</id><published>2009-09-13T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:22:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e.x.a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something happened today, around 9.00... Something very funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished BM exam, I went to SanSan's place,and she was talking to, erm, was it Sheela? Can't remember... Then, I asked her: "Eh, the crazy girl (Xiao Yii) isn't here yet?" Then, she suddenly appeared, then I told her: "Just talked about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SanSan and Michelle and Joey and Xiao Yii shouted: "Ah! Ah! (Not to be mistaken by the XXX sound, ok?)" Actually, Xiao Yii shouted the loudest, and when everyone settled down, she suddenly asked: "What is happening?" LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, SanSan's jacket has a small tiny bug (almost as small as your fingernail)... And, she threw the jacket on the floor... I picked it up, and let the bug walked to Desmond's beg (Sorry, Desmond!). It was such a success to see the bug climb on Desmond's beg, until Lim Ee Chin just flicked it off to the teacher's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Raymond started a joke: if the bug is on SanSan's jacket, what will happen if the bug is on her shirt? Will she take off her shirt? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Raymond and I tricked lots of people... Xiao Yii reacted with the funniest reaction I ever saw... I just shouted: "Be carefull!" Then, she screamed till my eardrums hurt and ran out the classroom... Haha... She was quite furious, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10.00, we all sat near the door... Raymond looked at Michelle... Then, Michelle used her jacket to cover her breast (Well, it just looks like, she was just pulling her jacket)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond: You think you have a breast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle got angry and chased him all over (actually, half) the school... Then, Raymond fooled SanSan in the same way too... And, ended up being the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Haih, don't know why... When I was small last time, I used to look at my mum's (breast) and said I don't want to be like that, it is very ugly... But now, when I am criticised that I do not have one, I will feel disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every-girls-body agreed... Then, Xiao Yii covered her breast with her jacket again... Then I fooled her too... Then she got very angry, but she did not hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I accidentally dropped my paper. I asked her to help me pick it up...&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yii: "Do I have one (breast)?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yii: "Big or not?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes! Very big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed... And, she picked up the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2946636213479400489?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2946636213479400489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2946636213479400489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2946636213479400489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/exam.html' title='e.x.a.m.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2146381827599816538</id><published>2009-09-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:27:22.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d.u.r.i.a.n.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was getting down the car in Lintas Supermarket, my mum asked me if I got my medicine, and I replied: "Yeah, the durian is in the car." We laughed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394920248369798082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St6bYeOk28I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jfDvJicbsa8/s400/18102009238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got this "exam fever" (38.8)... And, I just can't stand it and went to see the doctor... I brought my book (Life's Like That - Scenes from Malaysia Life) and there is one topic one durians in Malaysia... Then, outside the Lintas SUpermarket, there are some people selling durians... I really got mixed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got Xiao Yii's handphone number from SanSan... I sms-ed her, and she replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: "Be careful! (referring to the joke in e.x.a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yii: "Hu is dis?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: "Give you tips still you don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yii: "Siapa ini? Salah number..."&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: "Nicholas worh."&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yii: " Ya la bha... I know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish... I got fooled... By a skinny girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2146381827599816538?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2146381827599816538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/durians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2146381827599816538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2146381827599816538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/durians.html' title='d.u.r.i.a.n.s.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njgk_HYu_NE/St6bYeOk28I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jfDvJicbsa8/s72-c/18102009238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2587412128653248763</id><published>2009-09-09T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:26:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l.o.t.s. t.o. t.e.l.l.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, first, I would want to apologize for not updating my blog for months (the last time was 23rd of July)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I would like to tell everyont that...&lt;br /&gt;I got first-runner up in the National Speech Competition!!! And, I succeed to become an MC in a programme for school... Well, I bought a new phone to congratulate myself (Nokia 5800 XpressMusic)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Is there anything else I left??? I'll publish it next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2587412128653248763?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2587412128653248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2587412128653248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2587412128653248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-to-tell.html' title='l.o.t.s. t.o. t.e.l.l.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-3986309416064905354</id><published>2009-07-23T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:21:50.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w.e. m.i.s.s.e.d. i.t.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We missed the &lt;strong&gt;solar eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We missed it just because of our &lt;strong&gt;Chinese History teacher&lt;/strong&gt;, who &lt;strong&gt;didn't believe that the solar eclipse was happening&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J1He&lt;/strong&gt; saw the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; thing! But, we &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt;... So sad... *&lt;em&gt;sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't see the solar eclipse happening because of the few reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. The newspaper stated the &lt;strong&gt;wrong time&lt;/strong&gt;, making our teacher didn't make us go out and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I didn't &lt;strong&gt;go to the toilet to check out why everybody is looking at the sun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Our teacher &lt;strong&gt;scolded us&lt;/strong&gt; for trying to see what is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't see the solar eclipse, the world's best thing ever which happened at &lt;strong&gt;22 July 2009&lt;/strong&gt;, around &lt;strong&gt;9:30&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;the news said it was going to happen &lt;strong&gt;between 8 to 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), that only happens every &lt;strong&gt;300 years&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, something that I learn about that was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is miracle when you hoped for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The news said only &lt;strong&gt;20% of possiblity&lt;/strong&gt; for the eclipse to happen in Malaysia. But, it became &lt;strong&gt;100%&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd is that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; ever ever &lt;strong&gt;trust the news&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They said it was going to happen &lt;strong&gt;between 8 to 9&lt;/strong&gt;, but it happened at &lt;strong&gt;9:30&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They said that there was only &lt;strong&gt;20% of possibility&lt;/strong&gt; to see the eclipse in Malaysia. But, it happened!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I'll upload photos of the eclipse when I have time... (&lt;em&gt;My new VAIO P is quite slow, and I'm lazy to wait, so I might need to use the "public" {family} computer)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-3986309416064905354?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/3986309416064905354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-missed-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3986309416064905354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3986309416064905354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-missed-it.html' title='w.e. m.i.s.s.e.d. i.t.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-3236704003337502273</id><published>2009-07-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:09:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.h. c.o.m.e. o.n.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIN HOW WEI!!! &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;can't BEAR&lt;/strong&gt; you anymore... &lt;strong&gt;Stop&lt;/strong&gt; disturbing me! The whole class is hating you because of the few/or maybe more reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Your &lt;strong&gt;show off style&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Your &lt;strong&gt;extra proud style&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Your &lt;strong&gt;terrible, horrible, vegetable style&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Your &lt;strong&gt;like-to-guess-people's-secret-but-guessed-it-wrongly-but-don't-want-to-admit-it behaviour&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;too many&lt;/strong&gt; to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt;, change your behaviour, you &lt;strong&gt;dumbass vampire&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-3236704003337502273?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/3236704003337502273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-come-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3236704003337502273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/3236704003337502273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-come-on.html' title='o.h. c.o.m.e. o.n.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-6188208279459997516</id><published>2009-07-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:57:35.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.m.g.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those people who are sitting behind the class, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE BEHAVE YOURSELF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more time, I'll tell my blog-readers who you are... And, that is when I make you be like &lt;strong&gt;an ostrich&lt;/strong&gt;... You'll have to find a hole and &lt;strong&gt;dig your head into it&lt;/strong&gt;... Mua-ha-ha-ha... *&lt;em&gt;so evil&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I wrote a letter to our class teacher stating that &lt;strong&gt;I want to change my seat&lt;/strong&gt;. But, what a pity, it's &lt;strong&gt;a total failure&lt;/strong&gt;. She said that I need to wait for another two weeks. And, it was obvious that she's covering the truth that she &lt;strong&gt;doesn't want to change my seat&lt;/strong&gt;. She said I have to wait for another &lt;strong&gt;TWO whole-long weeks&lt;/strong&gt;! And, after two weeks is our exams... Usually, according to our class' "&lt;em&gt;tradition&lt;/em&gt;", we change our seats &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; exmas... I was like &lt;em&gt;D-U-H&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, was like the first day I lent my books to so many people... I felt happy that I did some good deeds (&lt;em&gt;saving people from getting scolded&lt;/em&gt;), although I'm not sure if I'm correct/&lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;because students always like to repeat the same solution when it works&lt;/em&gt;)... So, please &lt;strong&gt;comment&lt;/strong&gt; about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-6188208279459997516?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/6188208279459997516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/6188208279459997516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/6188208279459997516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='o.m.g.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-1673115197245299418</id><published>2009-07-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:09:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.a.t.e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They&lt;/strong&gt; made our KHB teacher &lt;strong&gt;leave the class again&lt;/strong&gt;! But this time, with &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are so &lt;strong&gt;inhumane&lt;/strong&gt;... When our teacher is on &lt;strong&gt;fire&lt;/strong&gt;, they can just &lt;strong&gt;hehe-haha-let's-sing-along&lt;/strong&gt;... They are not even &lt;strong&gt;respecting&lt;/strong&gt; the teacher in front at all.... When our teacher erases off the exercises on the whiteboard, they start to &lt;strong&gt;grumble&lt;/strong&gt;.... When our teacher leaves the class in an angry mood, they still can &lt;strong&gt;go yippy-yaya-ing&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What in the world are they doing??? Well, that's my class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, after our teacher left, almost &lt;strong&gt;every single soul&lt;/strong&gt; in our class &lt;strong&gt;gone crackers&lt;/strong&gt;.... Then, the horror came... Our class teacher turned out and sort of scolded us... Besides that, she wants &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;, including the innocents to write a "&lt;strong&gt;sorry-letter&lt;/strong&gt;"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm at home writing the letter, and my mum saw it... She thought I did something wrong to the teacher.... She kept on saying about this and that although I explained to her the situation.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;I hope that the "causers" of this incident are reading this and know that they are actually making others suffer while they get all the fun...&lt;/strong&gt; I f they want fun, please, &lt;strong&gt;get out from our class&lt;/strong&gt; and let those who &lt;strong&gt;suffer in paying school fees&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;want to study hard&lt;/strong&gt; be in the classroom in &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Don't ever ever interrupt us!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Respect us, guys.... You all should know what you are doing.... Getting scolded by the teacher, you all still can &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;.... Getting rattan by the teacher, you all still can &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt;... So, &lt;strong&gt;evil hearted&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh, I hope that I won't stay in this hopeless class....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Specially dedicated to the "causers"... Hope you know who you are... And, don't repeat your mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-1673115197245299418?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/1673115197245299418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1673115197245299418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/1673115197245299418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate.html' title='h.a.t.e.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504681896333684101.post-2650405891740234045</id><published>2009-07-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:22:44.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.s.h.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me tell you how &lt;strong&gt;shitty&lt;/strong&gt; this &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; woman can be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She suspended my &lt;strong&gt;MPYO membership&lt;/strong&gt; because of my "non-music-related-activity" that actually made me have to miss my MPYO August Camp. And, suspended means that I have to be&lt;strong&gt; listed as reserved player&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Fuck that Audrey off!!!! I am so damned pissed off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, never mind, I told myself that I'll let &lt;strong&gt;those who stands at the wrong side, or have wrong opinion about me&lt;/strong&gt; know that they are &lt;strong&gt;extra-fucking-shttily WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I'll start my hardwork of practicing my violin and get a full-scholarship to &lt;strong&gt;Juliard School&lt;/strong&gt; and be a &lt;strong&gt;professional famous soloist&lt;/strong&gt; instead of a famous orchestra player... Like what Mr. Foo Say Ming said, &lt;strong&gt;this is the time/period of the competition of hardwork&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504681896333684101-2650405891740234045?l=mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/feeds/2650405891740234045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2650405891740234045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504681896333684101/posts/default/2650405891740234045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mu-sic-ian.blogspot.com/2009/07/ish.html' title='i.s.h.'/><author><name>N!CK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02460203209351887483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
