<?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-36437902</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:35:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluboes '09 Forever!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8442781595061109455</id><published>2009-07-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:22:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; SB OUTING :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773804730107714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SmxmXLm1R0I/AAAAAAAAA58/vs9AW-cJ0Uw/s400/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773811467747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SmxmXktNgFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Rj4e6VxvRbA/s400/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362773818507979618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SmxmX-7u62I/AAAAAAAAA6M/WmvfNSXZ5oo/s400/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8442781595061109455?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8442781595061109455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8442781595061109455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8442781595061109455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8442781595061109455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2009/07/sb-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SmxmXLm1R0I/AAAAAAAAA58/vs9AW-cJ0Uw/s72-c/Photo0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-239888505894148043</id><published>2009-06-10T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:33:11.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lone photo from section gathering. &lt;div&gt;Poor (ever-sporting) zhaochong! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Si-0ThqlMKI/AAAAAAAADPs/gnRJ7Yk_GyY/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Si-0ThqlMKI/AAAAAAAADPs/gnRJ7Yk_GyY/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345689530259550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the colour-coordinated oboes :D Traffic light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Si-1b0CCQvI/AAAAAAAADP0/GKaH1a-x9H4/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Si-1b0CCQvI/AAAAAAAADP0/GKaH1a-x9H4/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345690772140344050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-239888505894148043?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/239888505894148043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=239888505894148043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/239888505894148043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/239888505894148043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-my-lone-photo-from-section.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Si-0ThqlMKI/AAAAAAAADPs/gnRJ7Yk_GyY/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-2473348628639453106</id><published>2009-06-09T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:20:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SOMETHING ELSE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"just post la!"&lt;br /&gt;"post something else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Keyun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2473348628639453106?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2473348628639453106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2473348628639453106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2473348628639453106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2473348628639453106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-something-else-just-post-la-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-7801766835609314438</id><published>2009-04-04T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:59:06.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SYF '09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320785823342974322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc6g_5K1XI/AAAAAAAAA10/cWTezyGw59U/s400/DSCF5868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc7Cn6zRiI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZkwVY8lSi60/s1600-h/DSCF5875.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Section...trying to be artistic. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320785819871243298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc6gy9cbCI/AAAAAAAAA2E/NJEJ7-xdcy8/s400/DSCF5870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc7Cf2uHXI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Cl0fZ7sYJ3s/s1600-h/DSCF5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320785824818051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc6hFY2umI/AAAAAAAAA2M/W3cMN86ju2U/s400/DSCF5871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A little more normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786395224674034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc7CSUZDvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/o8OrNps6FMs/s400/DSCF5877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I wonder what our directs are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc7CBI4M7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/mlC65AKnFB8/s1600-h/DSCF5882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786390612980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc7CBI4M7I/AAAAAAAAA3E/mlC65AKnFB8/s400/DSCF5882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling SB (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc602ZkNAI/AAAAAAAAA28/MyCmbzEFiWk/s1600-h/DSCF5883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786164391883778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc602ZkNAI/AAAAAAAAA28/MyCmbzEFiWk/s400/DSCF5883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SB again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60XnbeuI/AAAAAAAAA20/v5jBzIn0r-g/s1600-h/DSCF5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786156128533218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60XnbeuI/AAAAAAAAA20/v5jBzIn0r-g/s400/DSCF5888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempt #1 -weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60S2HXGI/AAAAAAAAA2s/e31upHCqOnA/s1600-h/DSCF5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786154847951970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60S2HXGI/AAAAAAAAA2s/e31upHCqOnA/s400/DSCF5889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempt #2 -amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60ABKdyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fp7Jba74qg4/s1600-h/DSCF5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786149794019106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60ABKdyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fp7Jba74qg4/s400/DSCF5890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attempt #3 - ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60E0NceI/AAAAAAAAA2c/36gdy-amcLc/s1600-h/DSCF5892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320786151081865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc60E0NceI/AAAAAAAAA2c/36gdy-amcLc/s400/DSCF5892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who took this :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-7801766835609314438?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7801766835609314438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=7801766835609314438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7801766835609314438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7801766835609314438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-09-section.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/Sdc6g_5K1XI/AAAAAAAAA10/cWTezyGw59U/s72-c/DSCF5868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-2948933333696897284</id><published>2008-09-10T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:38:33.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Section sleepover photo(s)&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Caught unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lZQn9zNpkMhBvKKdF0BvNg?authkey=QWOfAlejv8Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SMfMfNWHiKI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/M_Xj3tXHdXc/s144/DSCF3478%20%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, it's 5am and we're headed off for REACT! (Picture Rachel in there, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lhu5BFjyr7J465tbzeViRw?authkey=QWOfAlejv8Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SMfMf-dfsNI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/sNKe2t2Ah98/s144/DSCF3479%20%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2948933333696897284?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2948933333696897284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2948933333696897284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2948933333696897284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2948933333696897284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/09/section-sleepover-photos-d-oops-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SMfMfNWHiKI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/M_Xj3tXHdXc/s72-c/DSCF3478%20%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-1114983162158822707</id><published>2008-09-06T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:27:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another random post&lt;/span&gt;, do oblige me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the e'er-so-sweet person who never fails to bid her friends a goodnight, well, what a shock I got in return for my graciousness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talia says (12:24 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye goodnight sleep soon hor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keyun says (12:24 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keyun says (12:24 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keyun says (12:24 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And not just one, but TWO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="msg"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;OKAY MUACKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Nth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Nth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Nth"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Nth"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Nth"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-1114983162158822707?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/1114983162158822707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=1114983162158822707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1114983162158822707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1114983162158822707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-random-post-do-oblige-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-8500385359874665309</id><published>2008-09-05T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:45:41.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keyun says (1:41 AM):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talia marry me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!! (And no, it wasn't taken out of context!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is what comes out of a night of crazy conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a less hyper note, Cadenza really really feels foreign. Listening to all the recordings now, and - hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enjoy your holidays (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8500385359874665309?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8500385359874665309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8500385359874665309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8500385359874665309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8500385359874665309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/09/keyun-says-141-am-talia-marry-me-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-967583559321435360</id><published>2008-09-02T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:29:20.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REACT 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall give a brief recount before we forget everything (: Keyun heh sorry I'm following your "piece-meal" approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section sleepover with the sec2s was rather enjoyable; although we didn't really do much apart from playing cards and listening to [shocking :P] music. At night Sheryl and Yj scared the rest with stories about rocking chairs rocking on their own and swaying lights, which was -amusingly - probably a mere figment of their imagination =p Awoke at 5am and ventured out at about 545 to have prata together (Hmm, less is more :D) I think we got to know the sec2s better, and I hope everyone had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REACT was really quite fun, despite our batch's overall reluctance to go for it. We played hard, in both senses of the word, though our sb took turns feeling sick and had our fair share of embarrassing moments (for meeting RI and RJ with unrequited, um, generosity), heh and the teachers weren't too happy with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sectionals were quite cringe-inducing, sorry; the tuning was quite horrendous - it didn't help that our location amplified the sound and the tuneful trumpets were a few metres away from us. I apologise for looking mildly horrified, though, just that tuning seems to be a sore spot with my very odd ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined prac - The pieces were not as hard to play as last year's (furusato and utopia) and relatively sight-readable, and it was remarkable playing with a nearly 200-strong band. It's probably the last time we'll get to play with Jiayun, though ):&lt;br /&gt;Yingjun and Keyun's solos were really nice! (for the want of a better word, am not feeling in a writing-ish mood now, and my vocab has deserted me). The dawn solo was .. okay-luh but not great; but by the time we reached our piece I was too tired to think about being scared, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was spent in the typical silence; we should really think of more things to do for section lunches in the future! We attempted (I lied, gee &gt;&lt;) to excuse ourselves to go to the toilet to make amends for our lack of foresight, but it didn't work out =p (Yes, our miserable "presents" - if they're worthy of being considered as such - were scribbled on the back of our Dawn scores. My poor score! heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games were surprisingly fun. Was in Jiayun's group, umbrella, and this is the first time I've been in a group that's fairly enthusiastic, sporting, and won nearly every game :D (except the war games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch dinner .. we got a pre-batch dinner surprise request from Johnson, and being the ever-so-nice people we obliged (haha, well, we were feeling guilty). By the time we reached J8 everyone was exhausted and left shortly, so it was once again a more or less sb dinner. Took 156 home with keyun, and smartly took her horfan and chocolates off the bus with me (passed it to her this morning). Heh and for the FIRST TIME we didn't end up in sixth avenue! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this post sounds strangely like those I used to come up with in sec1 - it's good to be simple and child-like, at times. Wonder if this will be our last REACT, but glad that it ended on a fine note, yep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think rebecca's one-liners are contagious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnadot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-967583559321435360?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/967583559321435360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=967583559321435360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/967583559321435360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/967583559321435360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/09/react-2008-to-excuse-ourselves-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-3635567359380606156</id><published>2008-08-07T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:32:38.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short one before I doze off before the screen, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know today's been rather overwhelming, what with sentencing half our section to transferring to percs for SYF on the first day of being top batch, separating oboes somewhat, and compounded by a severe warning to buck up. Plus handover and top batch, and all the other changes he sprang on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yj that was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;give our best. &lt;br /&gt;And we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3635567359380606156?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3635567359380606156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3635567359380606156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3635567359380606156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3635567359380606156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-short-one-before-i-doze-off-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-6548471929862985527</id><published>2008-08-07T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:51:59.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ppl!&lt;br /&gt;another post from me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. all of a sudden, i'm SL and talia's BM,&lt;br /&gt;oboes have to have warmups alone&lt;br /&gt;and mr oura says he might be cutting some flutes for perc and piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really sorry, section.&lt;br /&gt;for not knowing how to deal with this,&lt;br /&gt;for not knowing how to ensure that all of us get to play the flute for syf,&lt;br /&gt;and for everything that will happen to our section for syf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try and be very critical abt everyone's playing, from now on, make sure we will improve as a section and that as many of us will be able to play for syf as possible, and set up a battle plan as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry section, that you have to go through this&lt;br /&gt;but i will never give up on the section, so please don't give up on yourselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yingjun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-6548471929862985527?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6548471929862985527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=6548471929862985527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6548471929862985527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6548471929862985527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-ppl-another-post-from-me-wow.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-2022588585209996284</id><published>2008-08-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:05:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keyun says:okay lets hide talia in the cupboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yj&gt; death by PTs says:whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yj&gt; death by PTs says:which one??&lt;br /&gt;keyun says:great idea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;yj&gt; death by PTs says:hmmm&lt;br /&gt;keyun says:hahaha our section one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yj&gt; death by PTs says:yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yj&gt; death by PTs says:poetic retribution!&lt;br /&gt;keyun says:muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D shh don't tell Talia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2022588585209996284?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2022588585209996284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2022588585209996284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2022588585209996284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2022588585209996284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/08/keyun-saysokay-lets-hide-talia-in.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-980194079612719069</id><published>2008-07-26T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:22:37.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIBF photos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about the results, I guess. (Sorry, though, I kind of expected it.)&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away the tears, shake off the heartache - we'll change and promise a better; it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's remember the happy bits of SIBF day!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some decent sb photos (after a long time) - I think the most memorable part of SIBF was the phototaking sprees we went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this? The good 'ol Sec1 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SIrASvOrp4I/AAAAAAAAByo/YllmUKHny2I/s1600-h/1+Fluboes+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227201745665107842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SIrASvOrp4I/AAAAAAAAByo/YllmUKHny2I/s320/1+Fluboes+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to make the differences more prominent ... :D (Someone caught up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingjun Keyun Talia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226569981132153282"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiBtM8aIcI/AAAAAAAABjY/QgyWIOOxbv0/s144/DSCF3186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyun Yingjun Talia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570261315356498"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiB9gtSh1I/AAAAAAAABkU/Xa47TTU4s4I/s144/DSCF3194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyun Yingjun Talia (ok, this is getting a little too rhetorical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570296008600258"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiB_h8zasI/AAAAAAAABkc/4xRImoyBVAo/s144/DSCF3195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia's funky phototaking skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570330544950514"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiCBim6TPI/AAAAAAAABkk/E0Ky5GDXqS4/s144/DSCF3196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570374855739570"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiCEHrbSLI/AAAAAAAABks/jueH-pPqF_w/s144/DSCF3197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570412505382738"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiCGT7zP1I/AAAAAAAABk0/aQwkZETH2ls/s144/DSCF3198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And phew, my aiming isn't that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226568642292598706"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiAfRYLx7I/AAAAAAAABf8/ubA9-lHccqw/s144/DSCF3163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluteoboeflute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/talia.seet/SIBFPhotos/photo#5226570520200239506"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/talia.seet/SIiCMlIQWZI/AAAAAAAABlM/tWxoeDPLaRo/s144/DSCF3201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-980194079612719069?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/980194079612719069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=980194079612719069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/980194079612719069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/980194079612719069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/sibf-photos-enough-said-about-results-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SIrASvOrp4I/AAAAAAAAByo/YllmUKHny2I/s72-c/1+Fluboes+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8429554981396483663</id><published>2008-07-23T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:39:17.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES! (Guess who :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAbQgCWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_CzkpZQmUHI/s1600-h/Photo0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226187681345571170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAbQgCWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_CzkpZQmUHI/s320/Photo0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAQ_OleI/AAAAAAAAANE/RzDQVwKnR78/s1600-h/Photo0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226187678588769762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAQ_OleI/AAAAAAAAANE/RzDQVwKnR78/s320/Photo0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAh-5xXI/AAAAAAAAANU/mgl9eanVeO0/s1600-h/Photo0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226187683150808434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAh-5xXI/AAAAAAAAANU/mgl9eanVeO0/s320/Photo0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute dimple! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the best for tomorrow, our final performance as RGSSB '08.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8429554981396483663?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8429554981396483663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8429554981396483663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8429554981396483663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8429554981396483663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-guess-who-d-cute-dimple-d-all.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIcmAbQgCWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_CzkpZQmUHI/s72-c/Photo0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-5601113730384347852</id><published>2008-07-22T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:28:03.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keyun (: give yj your moral support at fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com! says:you WILL play well understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;the one day piccolo crash course says:yes madam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay jiayou dear we'll be behind you all the way! (:&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/36437902-5601113730384347852?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5601113730384347852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5601113730384347852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5601113730384347852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5601113730384347852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/keyun-give-yj-your-moral-support-at.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8909605734648424005</id><published>2008-07-22T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:59:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello ppl! haha. i come again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster struck!!&lt;br /&gt;Yifan got chicken pox!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wanted to give the low down on the wonderful whirlwind adventure that our section is going through right now...but i suppose since talia didn't say much, i'll fill in the ever so important gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most ppl shld know by now, our one and only piccoloist Yifan contracted a horrid and untimely disease called the chicken pox. -cue ominous music-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, with SIBF 1 day away (or 2, depending how you count), we are essentially without a healthy and experienced piccolo player (they are so hard to find nowadays). Being ever so quick thinking, we decided that we had to choose someone from the section to be a temp, or rather, stand-in. After a gruelling round of auditions, the person who drew the short stick (or rather, short instrument) was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the pressure is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i would be touching the piccolo soon for auds, but, as cliched as it sounds, never in my life did i imagine that it would be so soon. not to mention that it comes in a package deal with the worry of screwing up during SIBF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i assure my section (and the band, if they are reading this) that i will try my best and hope that i'll somewhat manage a semblance of the proper tone for SIBF (and fingerings and tuning)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i swear to talia and shimin that i do not mind undertaking this (don't blame yourselves!). its just that i'm worried that i'll screw up the entire two songs and totally massacre whatever chance we have for getting an award for SIBF. With the piccolo being a very, very, and have i mentioned very (?) audible instrument (not to mention the solo in Russian Sailor) and being ridiculously prone to being out of tune (if i can ever produce a sound during SIBF to be out of tune), there seems to be a lot to worry about. hopefully everyone won't blame me if i produce some sound that is more fit to be heard in the bird park than in a concert hall during SIBF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. thats about all that has happened in our very normal RGSSB fluboes section in the past few days. just your usual hiccups. nothing to get stressed or pull out your hair over. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and regarding my previous post about how i was looking forward to SIBF, i think its safe to say that my opinion has taken a drastic 180 degrees turnabout. but i suppose that is only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. talia and keyun, if you are reading this today, good luck for your lit exam! and sec 4s, good luck for your math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to me, good luck with mission impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperately wishing for a miracle cure for chicken pox,&lt;br /&gt;yingjun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8909605734648424005?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8909605734648424005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8909605734648424005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8909605734648424005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8909605734648424005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-ppl-haha.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-2892541434158310643</id><published>2008-07-22T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:50:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;With 45 secs left on the comp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEYUN YINGJUN jiayou for SIBF this thursday. Though it seems rather anticlimax since the "peak" of the week just went by - Cadenza XI, of course -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh dear the timer just rang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, special mention to Lim Ying Jun (hah see if your name is searchable now). Thank you so much, dear sbm, and I'm so sorry I can't play it for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to express "jiayou" more eloquently or flamboyantly in chinese, but if I could I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know (maybe not) how overwhelming it must feel to be thrust the piccolo, which you've never played, or touched, before, and suddenly be made to play 1 solo and - fine, basically two songs being the solo instrument. Not like you have 1 month to practice, you have &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST yingjun I know you can do it! I certainly wouldn't have been able to. You will be the best temporary piccolo player I've ever heard after just one day of practice. Not to mention you were the obvious choice, seeing that most of what I tooted was air (sorry, it wasn't on purpose, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingjun: on behalf of keyun too, we know you'll manage; not just manage but play fantastically (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyun! All the best for your 101 global solos too, play your heart out - as always (: (all the best for Lit SA tomorrow too, heheh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yifan get well soon :/ Our hearts go out to you for not being able to play, but we know you've already done your best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2892541434158310643?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2892541434158310643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2892541434158310643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2892541434158310643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2892541434158310643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-45-secs-left-on-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-7875903840365064178</id><published>2008-07-20T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:55:28.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMUSING CONVOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:just went there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha not bad ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:quite glam, if i may say so myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:my dp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:also quite glam righttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:okay nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:how did you get to know a 20 year old guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:that part still baffles me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:thats beside the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:don't tell you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:tell!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:oh i travelled in a time machine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:tell lahkeyun says:nothing to tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:is he like your cousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:or something??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:tell tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:he was from rj last time yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:(oh is school half day tmr? no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:that time you were in pri school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:ends at 11:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:only 5 years diff lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:not bad what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:yeah. pri school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:huh really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:oh yeah right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i didn't realised oops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:how??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:how what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i'm not ponning anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:how did you meet a 20 year old guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:wasn't there like 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahakeyun says:be specific, which one? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:*fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:the one who went "whats this" to your ugly soft toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:its not ugly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:besides the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i dunno lah i met him on the streets and since i wanted to sell tickets asked if he wanted to go and it turned out that he was from rj so he wanted to support ad bought 5 tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:nice story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:thats it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:thats a pathetic lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:truth girl, i want the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:why are you so interested!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:cus my sbm suddenly has 20 year old guys in her aquaintence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:shldn't i be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i was surprised he decided to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i must have been pretty irritating :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:tell tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:and how can a 20 year old guy be from rj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:was, dear, was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:now hes in army being an officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:besides the point again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:how, girl, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:how what? i forgot (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha are you gonna give up anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:tell tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha that johnson guy replied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:he is so honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:there were 5 solos btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:who would keep count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:if he did, it would be weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:not sincere, see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:talia has lj?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:linked to sb blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sigh. why am i so obscure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:no one knows me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:darling you're so not updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:i'm doomed to internet anonymity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:don't worry its not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:its miserable ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:to change for the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:i'm not going to spend time doing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:thats rather smart (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:so you ppl shall have to publicise me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:your super dao photo pasted big big there! rmb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:don't say you forgot already hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:thats hardly publicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:aww?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:more like defamation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hehe sorry i can't tell the diff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:and no one comments on my post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:how upsetting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:put the link on your personal msg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:blogging ain't fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:thats what people do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:YEAH -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:heh. do it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:my pm is cluttered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:whats that anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:my manga and drama counter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:its not that funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:sorry hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:what!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:i thought it was some impt code or sth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:sheeshh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says: hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:now the joke's on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:impt code!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:haha what! who would put that on their pm lah please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:i work for CIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says: :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:shhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:its secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:no wonder you're so good at making ppl speak the truth huhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:now you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:ah oh dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keyun says:how scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;yj&gt;cadenza XI felt surreal says:mess with me, and america will be kicking your ass&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/36437902-7875903840365064178?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7875903840365064178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=7875903840365064178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7875903840365064178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7875903840365064178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/amusing-convos-cadenza-xi-felt-surreal.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-3961782077609486443</id><published>2008-07-20T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:49:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again!&lt;br /&gt;wow. 2nd time in a week!!! a new record.&lt;br /&gt;must be cus of cadenza. so again i caution my sbms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. i still can't believe that cadenza is over, it felt just like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;in fact. when i woke up this morning, i found myself hoping that it was a dream...oddly.&lt;br /&gt;expectations met? i dun think so. i mean, for me, i didn't really feel anything while playing music. I dunno if the others felt it, but if the players can't feel anything, how can the audience?! So, i am rather disappointed. Went for math tuition today and couldn't do anything at all. my whole brain was filled with thoughts for cadenza, math had no chance of occupying any brain space (not that it ever could, tho). I don't think i enjoyed cadenza as much as i thought i would...in fact, i enjoy band pracs more. but i suppose that is only normal. Regrets? i promised myself i would not allow myself to regret anything. so i suppose i am not regreting anything...but still... there is this feeling of dissatisfaction. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadenza day before the concert was happy though. all of us were super high and laughed a lot. rebecca and her flirting. tsk tsk. and then i stupidly forgot to bring my school badge AGAIN!! Absentmindedly left it in the band room in my wallet which i put it in on thursday so i won't forget to bring it!! i suppose it sortof worked...i did bring it....heh. i always either forget my school badge or come in the wrong attire for performances. i suppose i'm lucky its the former this time. imagine me the only one on stage in band shirt. o.0 hopefully this won't happen for SIBF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking forward to SIBF...oddly. i think thats not normal. (here my sbms will say: when is yingjun ever normal?!?) Still. i think i am hoping that SIBF will stop this feeling of dissatisfaction, tho i highly doubt the feeling will be stopped like that. or maybe its just that i need something to look forward to. 1 band prac to SIBF. Jiayou ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...have i ever mentioned how madly in love i am with Global Variations? that may also be a contributing factor to why i am looking forward to SIBF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. heck. who am i kidding. i ain't no psycologist. shld really stop trying to assess my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to a lighter topic. i have just realised how anonymous i am online. i did a google blog search a few days ago. and there were very very little blogs with my name on it and even lesser blogs were actually referring to the proper ME. Depressing, no? to realise you are so unknown. but i suppose it comes with not owning a blog or a social life. Not to mention most of the blogs were of males and there was even one abt this tv character -_- yingjun. yeah. seems like a guy name when typed out. my parents are horrible namers. (that was totally unrelated to band, huh. heh. sry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am getting the hang of this blogging thing. but still. darling sbms, if you're very very lucky, i'll blog again after SIBF. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another long long post. why hasn't anyone posted for cadenza?? i thought talia and keyun will clog up the blog with posts of cadenza. in the end, there is like one picture and less than ten words. oh well. thank me for this wonderful and important update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yingjun&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i might just come up again to upload the cadenza photos. but i am quite lazy to. not to mention i'm not so sure on how to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3961782077609486443?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3961782077609486443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3961782077609486443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3961782077609486443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3961782077609486443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-again-wow.html' title=''/><author><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-2932099894176781782</id><published>2008-07-20T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:18:05.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIMCsDl0IAI/AAAAAAAAALU/LCcudSVWuPI/s1600-h/P1020175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225022948581318658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIMCsDl0IAI/AAAAAAAAALU/LCcudSVWuPI/s400/P1020175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Cadenza XI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2932099894176781782?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2932099894176781782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2932099894176781782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2932099894176781782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2932099894176781782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-cadenza-xi.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SIMCsDl0IAI/AAAAAAAAALU/LCcudSVWuPI/s72-c/P1020175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-60577360276187291</id><published>2008-07-16T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:31:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. ahh how long has it been since i came here...finally posting, -cue the trumpet fanfare-&lt;br /&gt;but darling sbms, dun get your hopes up. this will probably be a super rare thing, savour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged for so super long. had to get keyun to help me with what to do to actually post something. heh heh. thanks keyun. right. what do people usually say when blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. cute photos? but i think my black n white one looks more qian bian than dao. failure...&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i finally got a camera. it will be debuting at cadenza!! so you ppl won't be the only ones taking photos anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i feel like i'm talking to myself like some crazy talk show host. (still dun get the rationale behind blogging) i can almost see the eye roll from talia and keyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. cadenza is in 3 days. AHHH! i haven't written notes and gotten presents yet!!!!!!! i feel so unaccomplished. not to mention the ridiculous amounts of homework i have to complete. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. shall bore you with my account of happenings today. today's prac was quite tiring. sectionals started out at 7:30. felt like a zombie. then afterwards i polished my flute and happily (rather, unhappily) spoiled it. thankfully, talia was there to save the day. band prac started at 9:30 and then we had sc prac. played tico tico.......at the end of the day. thought i was going to faint from tiredness. unfortunately, i didn't and had to drag my sorry self back home. so here i am talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think the brazil gimmick (or entertainment, as mr oura insists) is quite fun. not so sure the others think of it in the same way though. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like quite a long post (in my limited experience, at least). and so i suppose it sort of compensates for the months which i have been MIA. dun expect to see me too soon (maybe after cadenza, if i am feeling high. rare rare chance though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushing off to do homework,&lt;br /&gt;yingjun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-60577360276187291?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/60577360276187291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=60577360276187291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/60577360276187291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/60577360276187291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-2617008221192816321</id><published>2008-07-14T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:59:40.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written at a more sane hour, I have constructed a suitable response - behold the terrific [and terrifying] talia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, pictures speak a thousand words, therefore I shall rely on them rather than my not-particularly-great vocabulary (see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHt2fOlqLzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/WO8_8DcczAc/s1600-h/DSCF3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222898471730294578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHt2fOlqLzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/WO8_8DcczAc/s320/DSCF3087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, Keyun, we are heartbroken at your insensitivity! D:&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyHmpWO7I/AAAAAAAABao/eEOmcnPHCco/s1600-h/DSCF3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222893667824843698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyHmpWO7I/AAAAAAAABao/eEOmcnPHCco/s320/DSCF3029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, talia is out to 'suan' Yingjun. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Not very glamorous. (the best part is, yj probably won't see this in the near future!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyINyAQvI/AAAAAAAABaw/YI2I-5mX-j8/s1600-h/DSCF3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222893678330135282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyINyAQvI/AAAAAAAABaw/YI2I-5mX-j8/s320/DSCF3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! Yingjun and I are nice happy people after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyIvWcRCI/AAAAAAAABa4/t87sv6izDpc/s1600-h/DSCF3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222893687341335586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyIvWcRCI/AAAAAAAABa4/t87sv6izDpc/s320/DSCF3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keyun pouting at being "left out". Juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;See, I knew you always were!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyJ54a2HI/AAAAAAAABbI/QHhZ6tlpEmk/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222893707348072562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHtyJ54a2HI/AAAAAAAABbI/QHhZ6tlpEmk/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, that was merely a farce. We're all kidding.&lt;br /&gt;We're the bestest sbms that ever existed! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Did I ever mention I might have mild schizophrenia?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it can be attributed to this other mental condition called "hyperness", hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2617008221192816321?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2617008221192816321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2617008221192816321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2617008221192816321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2617008221192816321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-written-at-more-sane-hour-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SHt2fOlqLzI/AAAAAAAABbQ/WO8_8DcczAc/s72-c/DSCF3087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8277500327773802871</id><published>2008-07-14T04:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:52:23.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KEYUN TIAN tis too late to upload photos BUT I WILL SOMEDAY. Some incriminating photos of *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alternatively, I could just be happy that I can use that to scare people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, yes, I'm SCARY as is yingjun! ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;*forsees people running away and yelping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, alright, that sounded ridiculous. Excuse me, that was in a fit of indignation.&lt;br /&gt;No time to say much more, but Cadenza XI's in SIX days, FOUR band pracs!&lt;br /&gt;We can do it, we can do it, we can do it ...&lt;br /&gt;(although I have yet to define what "it" means - which I will sort out in the near future.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8277500327773802871?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8277500327773802871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8277500327773802871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8277500327773802871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8277500327773802871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/keyun-tian-tis-too-late-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-6519558495622332793</id><published>2008-07-14T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:24:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Behold the scary flutes '09! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SHpHxvnrupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ilp9MwDbH-Y/s1600-h/Photo0147..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222565637811583634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SHpHxvnrupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ilp9MwDbH-Y/s400/Photo0147..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SHpHx3q9VQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0qyadYcItQI/s1600-h/Photo0140..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222565639972803842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SHpHx3q9VQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0qyadYcItQI/s400/Photo0140..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-6519558495622332793?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6519558495622332793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=6519558495622332793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6519558495622332793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6519558495622332793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/behold-scary-flutes-09-evil-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SHpHxvnrupI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ilp9MwDbH-Y/s72-c/Photo0147..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-3404249698302770893</id><published>2008-06-23T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:25:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Band camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was intending to go off a while ago, but since I'm in the midst of waiting out our batch auds file transfer with keyun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp, hmm. I think our squash on the sole gym mat with the clars (minus jess) was probably one of the most memorable for me - I don't think any of us have quite reached such a state of hyperness before :D (Had better not divulge the ridiculous things we did, though!) Shall just hope fervently that no one witnessed it, lest we be embarrassed til the end of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, batch auds - gosh, they were terrible. I'm torn between laughing and crying heh. Yj, at least both of us were FINALLY in tune to each other, at least! (for once, I mean, think inunion and all). Haha although I sound really ghostly at 79 :O (Yj don't worry haha I'm quite sure the ghostly sound there was me =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yj, Yj you'd better come and post something soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the conventional SB photos. (I can't believe how cam-whorish we've turned since joining RGS!) I used to hate cameras haha (and still dislike them, but not as much as before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SF58G8kkk5I/AAAAAAAABZc/K_KcNUtX1Gc/s1600-h/DSCF3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741877322191762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SF58G8kkk5I/AAAAAAAABZc/K_KcNUtX1Gc/s320/DSCF3039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SF58HWoXSQI/AAAAAAAABZk/Bpxz9OYvwto/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214741884317419778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SF58HWoXSQI/AAAAAAAABZk/Bpxz9OYvwto/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3404249698302770893?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3404249698302770893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3404249698302770893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3404249698302770893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3404249698302770893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/band-camp-was-intending-to-go-off-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SF58G8kkk5I/AAAAAAAABZc/K_KcNUtX1Gc/s72-c/DSCF3039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8823879543809929696</id><published>2008-06-15T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:01:31.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back! (: Hope you guys had a great week. How was individual auds? I'm uh, immensely glad for having had the opportunity to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Keyun for changing the skin, and I'm surprised that I actually successfully changed the sidebar a little (spot the difference! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-three more days, time really flies. (Haha at this rate we may as well start a countdown to our farewell!) Our repertoire is not terribly exciting, but oh well, let's try to enjoy it as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do enjoy the remainder of your holidays, kay, though there's not much to speak of *gulps and glances at pile of &lt;em&gt;undone &lt;/em&gt;PTs and homework* See you at band prac on thurs, and of course, at band camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8823879543809929696?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8823879543809929696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8823879543809929696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8823879543809929696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8823879543809929696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-hello-yes-im-back-hope-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-9219622681336134665</id><published>2008-06-14T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:15:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY TALIA CAME BACK! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-9219622681336134665?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/9219622681336134665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=9219622681336134665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/9219622681336134665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/9219622681336134665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-talia-came-back-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>keyun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823533134291142608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvhxk99Gmw4/SMp8ngN_kMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Dulon8UQsdk/S220/DSCF1634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-357521380228493851</id><published>2008-06-08T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:52:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/SEuYfwCQaAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WOnHS_BUnw4/s1600-h/cadenza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209425065221842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/SEuYfwCQaAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WOnHS_BUnw4/s400/cadenza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadenza 11 is in 41 days time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're playing (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Centurion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Global Variations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Russian Sailors' Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Carmen Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Prince Of Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Pioneers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Selections from "Cats"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Metro Gnome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tico-Tico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, an encouraging (?) attempt to make this look more colourful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last four are not confirmed yet, or rather I'm not sure :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's on 19th July 2008 (Sat), 3 pm at Singapore Conference Hall. Tickets are priced at $12/16 each; free seating. Grab your tickets now! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-357521380228493851?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/357521380228493851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=357521380228493851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/357521380228493851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/357521380228493851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/cadenza-11-is-in-41-days-time-were.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/SEuYfwCQaAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WOnHS_BUnw4/s72-c/cadenza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-3842107858686909950</id><published>2008-06-05T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:41:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I was forced to go to sleep at 11.30pm last night! D: Would have refused but was really tired sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we screwed up terribly, it was the worst time out of all the times we practised. No excuses I guess, we're just not good enough. Stop thinking about it! "Goodbye duo, it was nice playing you" (: And yes I'm honoured to have shared one of the most embarrassing moments of my life with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, SL/individual/soloist/piccolo auds are coming too! Winks at the last two ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3842107858686909950?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3842107858686909950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3842107858686909950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3842107858686909950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3842107858686909950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-i-was-forced-to-go-to-sleep-at-11.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-1813277793384061439</id><published>2008-06-05T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:04:49.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Irrelevant + Incoherent = Imbumbledum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH ensemble auds are tomorrow, and commander tests are on friday!&lt;br /&gt;(not that I'm particularly worried about the latter, I have a feeling it'll turn out as the best bout of medicine ever. and am not worried about not getting in for the former, since it's quite expected, but am exceedingly apprehensive about the process itself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH KEYUN &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where are youuuu)&lt;/span&gt; WHOSE &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not-so-smart&lt;/span&gt; IDEA WAS IT!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like jess in sec1, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; to go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-1813277793384061439?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/1813277793384061439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=1813277793384061439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1813277793384061439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1813277793384061439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/06/irrelevant-incoherent-imbumbledum-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-6388583795997639076</id><published>2008-05-28T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:32:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATEMPO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This post is an attempt to once again, prove that I do not sound particularly solemn nor serious, as you two remarked throughout our letter writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not begin to swoon (like crazy yujia) about atempo, apart from the fact that it was really good (apart from a few mistakes, which are of course, nothing compared to ours). The fluboes were marvellous and almost always in tune (surprise surprise! or maybe not that surprising.)&lt;br /&gt;The flute solos (I think almost everyone had at least one solo?) were all great, argh, revealing how pro the entire section is. &lt;em&gt;We shall have a dream for our section to sound like that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw6_5wCiwI/AAAAAAAABRg/EZVy9TsvuZY/s1600-h/DSCF2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100138841934594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw6_5wCiwI/AAAAAAAABRg/EZVy9TsvuZY/s320/DSCF2829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three budding artists! (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Displaying our formidable artistic talents (or rather, lack therof. Sorry [up] directs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly brought to you by: (from left) Yingjun, Keyun, and Talia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmph, my bee is happy, unlike the other two - BEE happy! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7AZwCiyI/AAAAAAAABRw/TbFFdMOa5T8/s1600-h/DSCF2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100147431869218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7AZwCiyI/AAAAAAAABRw/TbFFdMOa5T8/s320/DSCF2832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off the proudly-made caps in the most secluded spot of the MRT station we could find. (Haha, I wonder why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7AJwCixI/AAAAAAAABRo/hSsTtERS0x0/s1600-h/DSCF2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100143136901906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7AJwCixI/AAAAAAAABRo/hSsTtERS0x0/s320/DSCF2848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, our bad cam-whoring skills.&lt;br /&gt;(In any case, we had a mere 2-seconds to pose, smile, aim, and for yj to take it -photography was illegal teehee- so not a bad effort, eh ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7A5wCizI/AAAAAAAABR4/54lzsZPZ6fQ/s1600-h/DSCF2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100156021803826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7A5wCizI/AAAAAAAABR4/54lzsZPZ6fQ/s320/DSCF2889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah one of our nicer photos where we look sane and sweet and normal! And keyun, of course, bearing that sweet yet subtly secretive (and perhaps even 'dao' face she constantly advocates) expression. Yingjun looks as eager to be the tallest as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7BJwCi0I/AAAAAAAABSA/9-JmoE-FJwo/s1600-h/DSCF2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100160316771138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw7BJwCi0I/AAAAAAAABSA/9-JmoE-FJwo/s320/DSCF2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yay another nice photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I hardly sound sober and serious! (I do blame it partly on the hour, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay lighthearted and optimistic kay, as we brave um the things we aren't so particularly fond of (like, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-talia (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-6388583795997639076?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6388583795997639076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=6388583795997639076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6388583795997639076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6388583795997639076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/05/atempo-hello-disclaimer-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/SDw6_5wCiwI/AAAAAAAABRg/EZVy9TsvuZY/s72-c/DSCF2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-5789634821129542223</id><published>2008-04-01T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:54:51.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf4s3-PtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mecAkFvgGA0/s1600-h/DSCF2760+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155973710233298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf4s3-PtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mecAkFvgGA0/s320/DSCF2760+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf483-PuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/023NrZLfMt8/s1600-h/DSCF2761+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155978005200610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf483-PuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/023NrZLfMt8/s320/DSCF2761+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vftc3-PnI/AAAAAAAAADY/80lXzCVE1hc/s1600-h/DSCF2751+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155780436704882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vftc3-PnI/AAAAAAAAADY/80lXzCVE1hc/s320/DSCF2751+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vfts3-PoI/AAAAAAAAADg/gPzfes7i6Mk/s1600-h/DSCF2752+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155784731672194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vfts3-PoI/AAAAAAAAADg/gPzfes7i6Mk/s320/DSCF2752+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vfts3-PpI/AAAAAAAAADo/_-3mxuAchqk/s1600-h/DSCF2754+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155784731672210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vfts3-PpI/AAAAAAAAADo/_-3mxuAchqk/s320/DSCF2754+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vft83-PqI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P6Kqfq-18g/s1600-h/DSCF2755+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155789026639522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vft83-PqI/AAAAAAAAADw/2P6Kqfq-18g/s320/DSCF2755+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vft83-PrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CnXa79RKVQ8/s1600-h/DSCF2756+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155789026639538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vft83-PrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CnXa79RKVQ8/s320/DSCF2756+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155973710233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf4s3-PsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dg5NGvuXyPo/s320/DSCF2757+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Mar(r)y Lim Yingjun; Any takers? (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This line has resounded within the walls of every single school within the country for decades, and one can - could - easily find children singing it merrily while skipping joyfully down corridors.&lt;br /&gt;But, this is not to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one of Skychair's few education-related failings was recently made known, parents have lost faith in the well-established and nearly-impeccable education system, the pride of Skychair. A few days ago, Mary was discovered not to have "a little lamb" after all, as the song-cum-rhyme falsely claimed. "Outrageous!" cried one dissatisfied parent; "How dare established institutions ... spout lies, cheating our feelings... taught untruths from a young age, not just us but the past decades ... moral degeneration of the generation!" was another parents' final pronouncement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 29th March 2008, a little girl by the name of Jacqueline spotted TWO little lambs at the garden in Mary's compound. This resulted in severe emotional distress and she ran home in tears, unable to accept the harsh reality that had played out before her eyes. After receiving counselling from concerned members of public, she gradually recovered from her horror and related her shocking discovery to her mother. Her initially disbelieving mother, Mdm Lim, had no choice but to face the stark reality - after her daughter personally brought her down to the site. After much contemplation, Mdm Lim decided to reveal the truth to stop the terrible lie from being spread further, and over the past few days there have been numerous reports of national uproar, as Skychaireans all over reeled in shock at the disturbing news. No doubt, the crowd that gathered outside Mary's house has been growing rapidly; a sea of tears, questions, outrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary has been pleading innocent to this heinous crime of public deception, claiming that the second sheep was a recently acquired possession and a present for her sister in neighbouring Earthtable. Nevertheless, crowds have been ploughing Mary's house, with reporters attempting to get a clear view of the second lamb. The SB times managed a privileged peek through a gap in the window at Mary sitting meekly, curled up in a corner gazing sadly - as though silently pleading the unfeeling crowd for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The brief glance was rudely interrupted by another pushy eager onlooker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We want the truth! Punish her! We want the truth! Punish her!" The crowd began a rowdy chant, sending everyone off into a burst of fresh enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though just on cue, one of the two little lambs started prancing about the little garden patch, jumping around the field, and with a sudden jerk, floated up into the air, turning into a cloud! A collective gasp escaped from the crowd, as their peeled eyes witnessed the most extraordinary thing they'd ever seen in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright fanfare - as though serenading a realisation of their foolishness - pierced the air of horrified silence, and a banner mysteriously opened up over the roof of Mary's cottage, teasingly bearing the words "HAPPY APRIL FOOLS' DAY!" Mary appeared with a huge satisfied grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The correspondent went to the optician following this incident.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Yingjun! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5789634821129542223?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5789634821129542223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5789634821129542223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5789634821129542223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5789634821129542223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/04/mary-had-little-lamb-its-fleece-was.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/R_Vf4s3-PtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mecAkFvgGA0/s72-c/DSCF2760+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8202007273226388897</id><published>2008-03-20T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:39:04.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I refute that!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love reading the fluboes’ sb blog! ... Keyun’s style of writing has barely changed, but for talia it’s from “boohooooooooo” to “sigh.” in this span of 2 years. (innocence to reluctant resignation, you see what life in rgs does this you? YOU SEE?!) Her posts as a sec one were blessed with untainted angelic halos (and sugar, spice and everything nice), and now they sound so serious, drained and no-nonsense (admittedly defeated too, at times). With bombastic vocab and perfect grammar, no less! :O How infuriating." -Gan Yujia, 190308&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I disagree! Hmph I shall use this post to remind a certain person that I am no less nonsensical, cheery and jokey as I was in Sec1 (albeit a little more serious and diplomatic) but nonetheless just as quirky!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, lalala, our last band prac was super fun right? Global variations is quite tuneful and melodious, I'm actually beginning to like it, maybe it's just a matter of time for such things. Boohooooo, sadly he seems to be quite disappointed with our section, how? We must practice a lot more kay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;(ALRIGHT I HEREBY GIVE UP. IT SOUNDS RIDICULOUSLY CHILDISH!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, well, I think the three of us have more or less woken up to reality; realising that we can't keep bemoaning the state of the band and wishing that the past would come rushing back to embrace us. Since being morose and rebellious and all evidently doesn't contribute to the flickering spirit, we've got to take up the reins of being seniors and face the future, optimistically; confidently; unashamed. I suppose that can only be achieved through hard work and practice - I still remember the days some of us would indiv even though it was before the exams. That was crazy, I know, but nonetheless memorable - now we grimace about having to go into band pracs because we secretly know we're unprepared and unpracticed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this year will be an uphill road of challenges and commitments, but to remind, well, refresh you guys with a quote; lovingly pasted in the band room:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Commitment is what transforms a promise into reality.&lt;br /&gt;It is the words that speak boldly of your intentions,&lt;br /&gt;and it is making the time when there is none –&lt;br /&gt;coming through time after time,&lt;br /&gt;year after year after year.&lt;br /&gt;Commitment is the stuff character is made of,&lt;br /&gt;the power to change the face of things.&lt;br /&gt;It is the daily triumph of integrity over skepticism."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face the year ahead and give our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Section photos - band day camp '08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R-FBiXpxnjI/AAAAAAAABO0/qdryKnao4E8/s1600-h/Band+day+camp_section+photo_march+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179493105173372466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R-FBiXpxnjI/AAAAAAAABO0/qdryKnao4E8/s320/Band+day+camp_section+photo_march+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R-FBinpxnkI/AAAAAAAABO8/cx360GAS7Ic/s1600-h/Band+day+camp_section+photo2_march+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179493109468339778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R-FBinpxnkI/AAAAAAAABO8/cx360GAS7Ic/s320/Band+day+camp_section+photo2_march+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8202007273226388897?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8202007273226388897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8202007273226388897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8202007273226388897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8202007273226388897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-refute-that-i-love-reading-fluboes-sb.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R-FBiXpxnjI/AAAAAAAABO0/qdryKnao4E8/s72-c/Band+day+camp_section+photo_march+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-3828314928821626474</id><published>2008-02-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:06:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How are we to get them to understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3828314928821626474?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3828314928821626474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3828314928821626474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3828314928821626474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3828314928821626474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-are-we-to-get-them-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-1483388331209150688</id><published>2008-02-07T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:20:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164285455203153026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R6s6QowZtII/AAAAAAAABN8/xrjxnsgpkHI/s320/directs+photo+farewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes someone grew taller :D whoo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[cont'] "not to mention, a grade eight flautist...", grade six flautist, one flautist and one oboist with primary school experience.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, we are going to be so shi bai, having direct-juniors who are probably much pro-er than us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;donuts?&lt;br /&gt;(OH, right.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our sb blog is actually 2/3 alive O: and I just realised our tagboard's disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;variations on a samseah's haiku:&lt;br /&gt;some posts do make sense&lt;br /&gt;some posts don't make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;fluboes zero-nine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-1483388331209150688?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/1483388331209150688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=1483388331209150688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1483388331209150688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1483388331209150688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/07/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/R6s6QowZtII/AAAAAAAABN8/xrjxnsgpkHI/s72-c/directs+photo+farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-4593590954549651862</id><published>2008-02-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:01:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday when we just stepped into rgssb, now we are direct seniors ourselves and our directs have left? They've left for so long and it only just registered in our minds that they are really not there anymore. Every morning we face an empty, silent corr, with the people who once made it come alive gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting in band pracs playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss RGSSB '07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just don't feel and won't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-4593590954549651862?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4593590954549651862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=4593590954549651862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4593590954549651862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4593590954549651862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-them-too.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-8685916166660006926</id><published>2008-02-03T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:37:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss our directs.&lt;br /&gt;and rgssb, when it was, &lt;em&gt; different &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(we've always been known to be such slow people, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think, that we're officially direct-seniors now.&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention, a grade eight direct-junior as well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8685916166660006926?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8685916166660006926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8685916166660006926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8685916166660006926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8685916166660006926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-our-directs.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-7473196395261531854</id><published>2008-01-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:15:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear sbms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I’ve finally changed our blog template – haha, after a unanimous agreement that the previous one was far too childish and presented a tarnished image of our sb. I hope you don’t mind it, though I doubt this blog will really be in much use. Anyhow, I shall attempt to blog occasionally, but the only available season I have to post is during the wee hours of the morning (such as now), so it may not come too regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is finally here, so a very Happy New Year to you two (who will probably only see this in about a month’s time). 2008 will be a year chock-full of various activities and challenges, and I guess we’re all quite fearful it may cut into our band commitment (i.e. indiv, etc.) In addition, we’ll be having direct-juniors (!) in a mere few weeks – time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been an eventful year, and for our sb in particular, just a summary of the main events (for sentimental purposes.)&lt;br /&gt;January, February – our groaning and moaning over the fact that we’d be seniors within no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March/April – extended practices for SYF; with our second nerve-wrecking auds (or was that earlier on?) and memorable times we so dearly cherish. Frantic practicing of the various runups and chromatic scales and all for Christmas Scene, and rather unsuccessful attempts at correcting our tuning for Sunrise. SYF gold, deflating many hopes, but an all-the-more humbling experience. (We had aimed for GwH and presentation.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April – YJ’s birthday episode, with shaving cream on April Fool’s Day. &lt;br /&gt;Price of YJ’s expression: PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May – Reduced band activity, plus a somber atmosphere from SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June – Holidays and spring cleaning, which induced some asthma ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July – Au revoir to our dearest directs, whom we miss so very much now and wish band would revert to its original state. Our fondly remembered books (aka SB diaries, which we’d preserved for 1 whole year, through numerous arguments, crying and scolding) were given as our final gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August – The first (shaky) baby-steps of RGSSB ’08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September – My (Talia’s) birthday, which thanks to me, failed quite badly &gt;&lt; Resulted in the section waiting 2 hours or so for me to appear, when I was stuck meeting Ms Lim about some LM matters outside the staffroom, not knowing that a whole party (literally) was awaiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October – Studying for EOYs, and mostly band break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November – Harried practices for the upcoming inuion; the Sec1s investiture into main band. (Hm, I got deemed a hairy Santa Claus, and Keyun a Snowman (and they’re currently residing together in a box in my house). We were grumbling that YJ had the best persona of a Teddy bear.) A time of rather despondent reflection, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December – Keyun’s birthday, meeting YJ in a chance encounter at the ice-skating rink. Pracs and preparation for CCAO, and much anticipation/dread of the year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now – 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me, and I really treasure you two! Fluboes’09 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-7473196395261531854?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7473196395261531854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=7473196395261531854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7473196395261531854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7473196395261531854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-sbms-firstly-ive-finally-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-5943069059472836476</id><published>2007-12-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:45:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YJ, PLEASE DON'T QUIT DDDDDDDDDDDDDD':&lt;br /&gt;(don't even think about it, please, i hope you seriously aren't considering throwing away all this just for german, which you'll probably forget before you're 20.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I think we ought to change our skin, (or perhaps delete the blog altogether as it's quite pointless. and start another set of books, instead!) 'cos it looks really quite kiddish &gt;&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5943069059472836476?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5943069059472836476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5943069059472836476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5943069059472836476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5943069059472836476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/12/yj-please-dont-quit-dddddddddddddd-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-200558933547684694</id><published>2007-10-26T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:00:57.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RyHy-d7kc-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qC0fTAuo7To/s1600-h/DSCF1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125645005924627426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RyHy-d7kc-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qC0fTAuo7To/s320/DSCF1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha guess who? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-200558933547684694?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/200558933547684694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=200558933547684694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/200558933547684694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/200558933547684694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahaha-guess-who-p.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RyHy-d7kc-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qC0fTAuo7To/s72-c/DSCF1688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-5772508928300467372</id><published>2007-09-20T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:38:50.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RvJ3Jr2OCmI/AAAAAAAAADE/O2IbC8K32CU/s1600-h/DSCF1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112279535291599458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RvJ3Jr2OCmI/AAAAAAAAADE/O2IbC8K32CU/s320/DSCF1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Talia! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5772508928300467372?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5772508928300467372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5772508928300467372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5772508928300467372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5772508928300467372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-talia-3.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RvJ3Jr2OCmI/AAAAAAAAADE/O2IbC8K32CU/s72-c/DSCF1633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-5460108338941080016</id><published>2007-09-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:00:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello sb! :D I just found out something amusing when blogging and since this place doesn't have any quota for uploading photos... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RtqVM-ca9HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSpejO7Lfws/s1600-h/DSCF1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105557177731052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RtqVM-ca9HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSpejO7Lfws/s320/DSCF1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RtqU2eca9GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DAB1vwEz0oY/s1600-h/sb+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105556791183996002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RtqU2eca9GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DAB1vwEz0oY/s320/sb+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEONE GREW TALLER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5460108338941080016?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5460108338941080016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5460108338941080016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5460108338941080016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5460108338941080016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-sb-d-i-just-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RtqVM-ca9HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSpejO7Lfws/s72-c/DSCF1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-5988617019777833588</id><published>2007-08-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:36:16.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talia obviously didn't update what she said she would... But nevertheless, that pic alone is funny enough :D So now I shall do the honour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're playing Prince Of Eygpt for react! Its such a nice song and the lyrics are amazingly touching. I think we were more inspired to sound better after hearing the recording in cadenza 9 which was like omg. You can totally feel the drive and its really pro! :D Below are lyrics from Prince of Eygpt. (I noticed some wrong interpretations of how I thought it was supposed to sound/depict :P Oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mJiCKDj6xjA" target="_blank"&gt;Deliver us &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Egyptian Guards]&lt;br /&gt;Mud…Sand…Water…Straw…Faster!&lt;br /&gt;Mud…And lift…Sand…And Pull&lt;br /&gt;Water…And raise up…Straw…Faster!&lt;br /&gt;[Slaves]&lt;br /&gt;With the sting of the whip on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;With the salt of my sweat on my brow&lt;br /&gt;Elohim, God on high&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear your people cry:&lt;br /&gt;Help us now&lt;br /&gt;This dark hour…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Hear our call&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all&lt;br /&gt;Remember us, here in this burning sand&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;There’s a land you promised us&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us to the promised land…&lt;br /&gt;[Yocheved]&lt;br /&gt;Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach&lt;br /&gt;(My good and tender son)&lt;br /&gt;Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t be frightened and don’t be scared)&lt;br /&gt;My son, I have nothing I can give&lt;br /&gt;But this chance that you may live&lt;br /&gt;I pray we’ll meet again&lt;br /&gt;If He will deliver us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Slaves]&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Hear our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;From despair&lt;br /&gt;These years of slavery grow&lt;br /&gt;too cruel to stand&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;There’s a land you promised us&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Out of bondage and&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us to the promised land…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yocheved]&lt;br /&gt;Hush now, my baby&lt;br /&gt;Be still, love, don’t cry&lt;br /&gt;Sleep as you’re rocked by the stream&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and remember my last lullaby&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll be with you when you dream&lt;br /&gt;River, o river&lt;br /&gt;Flow gently for me&lt;br /&gt;Such precious cargo you bear&lt;br /&gt;Do you know somewherehe can live free?&lt;br /&gt;River, deliver him there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Young Miriam]&lt;br /&gt;Brother, you’re safe now&lt;br /&gt;And safe may you stay&lt;br /&gt;For I have a prayer just for you:&lt;br /&gt;Grow, baby brother&lt;br /&gt;Come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Come and deliver us, too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Slaves]&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us&lt;br /&gt;Send a shepherd to shepherd us&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yocheved]&lt;br /&gt;Deliver us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vtmBzoPCTWA" target="_blank"&gt;Through Heaven’s Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jethro]&lt;br /&gt;A single thread in a tapestry&lt;br /&gt;Through its color brightly shine&lt;br /&gt;Can never see its purpose&lt;br /&gt;In the pattern of the grand design&lt;br /&gt;And the stone that sits on the very top&lt;br /&gt;Of the mountain’s mighty face&lt;br /&gt;Does it think it’s more important&lt;br /&gt;Than the stones that form the base?&lt;br /&gt;So how can you see what your life is worth&lt;br /&gt;Or where your value lies?&lt;br /&gt;You can never see through the eyes of man&lt;br /&gt;You must look at your life&lt;br /&gt;Look at your life through heaven’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lai-la-lai…&lt;br /&gt;A lake of gold in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;Is less than a cool fresh spring&lt;br /&gt;And to one lost sheep, a shepherd boy&lt;br /&gt;Is greater than the richest king&lt;br /&gt;If a man lose ev’rything he owns&lt;br /&gt;Has he truly lost his worth?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Of a new and brighter birth?&lt;br /&gt;So how do you measure the worth of a man&lt;br /&gt;In wealth or strength or size?&lt;br /&gt;In how much he gained or how much he gave?&lt;br /&gt;The answer will&lt;br /&gt;answer will come to him who tries&lt;br /&gt;To look at his life through heaven’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why we share all we have with you&lt;br /&gt;Though there’s little to be found&lt;br /&gt;When all you’ve got is&lt;br /&gt;a lot to go around&lt;br /&gt;No life can escape being blown about&lt;br /&gt;By the winds of change and chance&lt;br /&gt;And though you never know all the steps&lt;br /&gt;You must learn to join the dance&lt;br /&gt;You must learn to join the dance&lt;br /&gt;Lai-la-lai…&lt;br /&gt;So how do you judge what a man is worth&lt;br /&gt;By what he builds or buys?&lt;br /&gt;You can never see with your eyes on earth&lt;br /&gt;Look through heaven’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look at your life&lt;br /&gt;Look at your life&lt;br /&gt;Look at your life through heaven’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WpK8WdCsYzk" target="_blank"&gt;When You Believe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Miriam]&lt;br /&gt;Many nights we’ve prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no hope anyone could hear.&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood.&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there’s much to fear.&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles when you believe.&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail,&lt;br /&gt;it’s hard to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will,&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe.&lt;br /&gt;[Tzipporah]&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear,&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proved in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birdsso swiftly flown away.&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m standing here(Now I’m standing here)&lt;br /&gt;With heart so full I can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I’d say.&lt;br /&gt;[Miriam and Tzipporah]&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe…&lt;br /&gt;[Hebrew Children]&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, oh Lord, among the celestial)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ka-mo-cha ne-dar- ba-ko-desh&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, majestic in holiness)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v¡¯-chas-d¡¯-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v¡¯-chas-d¡¯-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra…&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing, I will sing, I will sing)&lt;br /&gt;[Hebrews]&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;Now you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;[Miriam and Tzipporah]&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so nice!!! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5988617019777833588?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5988617019777833588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5988617019777833588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5988617019777833588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5988617019777833588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/talia-obviously-didnt-update-what-she.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-4125527333150546844</id><published>2007-08-25T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:50:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH AFTER SPEECH DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Rs_s5TkOruI/AAAAAAAABMI/WIJwn6LhJu0/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Rs_s5TkOruI/AAAAAAAABMI/WIJwn6LhJu0/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102557372082990818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YJ being emo for once! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't believe it. I actually &lt;em&gt;missed band prac&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;2 days in a row&lt;/strong&gt;! -gasp-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-4125527333150546844?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4125527333150546844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=4125527333150546844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4125527333150546844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4125527333150546844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-lunch-after-speech-day-yj-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/Rs_s5TkOruI/AAAAAAAABMI/WIJwn6LhJu0/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-4376781774624878415</id><published>2007-08-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:01:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe Talia actually posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-4376781774624878415?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4376781774624878415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=4376781774624878415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4376781774624878415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4376781774624878415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-believe-talia-actually-posted.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-3825452712098313173</id><published>2007-08-12T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:58:05.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine, fine, I shall oblige keyun once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY =D&lt;br /&gt;(yes, remember our party :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall elaborate more on the state of rgssb later okay? &gt;&lt; sorry attempting to hit a 12 deadline which is rather impossible (grah 11 already) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3825452712098313173?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3825452712098313173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3825452712098313173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3825452712098313173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3825452712098313173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/fine-fine-i-shall-oblige-keyun-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-3808388410670852089</id><published>2007-08-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:54:06.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for keyun's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3808388410670852089?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3808388410670852089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3808388410670852089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3808388410670852089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3808388410670852089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-3596139667180447431</id><published>2007-08-04T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:34:28.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I know what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3596139667180447431?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3596139667180447431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3596139667180447431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3596139667180447431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3596139667180447431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-i-know-what-they-meant.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-5210630182982944691</id><published>2007-07-30T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:33:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, farewell's over. Though none of us feel that they have really really left, because we still see them in the corr in the mornings and all. Perhaps, we'll only sense the difference tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh, many incidents happened to prove that blogger is not a safe place to blog in, especially when you can click "cached" when the blog is locked and still acess the tagboard. Therefore I shall limit my feelings that might offend/affect others in my own blog, which I hope is safe. I'm still wondering who I should tell about it and who not to, some people who know about it simply do because they asked me too many times and I'll feel bad about not telling them. Still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, been puzzling over what exactly love is. Some say its a feeling, some say its a decision and so on. What does it really mean to say that you love someone? Is it possible to love a non-living thing more than a living person? What does it mean then, to say you love rgssb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in one of their letters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior once told me that rgssb is like a roller coaster ride, with lots of ups and downs. When the ride ends, what's left are those beautiful memories( or sth like that, can't remember the exact words/where I saved the convo) For them, the journey has ended on 27th July 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice song which I find to be quite suitable(I think)：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用你给我的翅膀飞&lt;br /&gt;我懂这不是伤悲&lt;br /&gt;在高都不会累 我们都说好了&lt;br /&gt;用你给我的翅膀飞&lt;br /&gt;我感觉已够安慰&lt;br /&gt;乌云也不在多 我们也不为谁掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As I told you, I know how to fly okay. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a bandgirl, always a bandgirl (: Rgssb '07 directs &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-5210630182982944691?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5210630182982944691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=5210630182982944691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5210630182982944691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/5210630182982944691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-farewells-over.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-3535079731358589642</id><published>2007-07-16T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:07:02.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-3535079731358589642?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3535079731358589642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=3535079731358589642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3535079731358589642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/3535079731358589642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-talia-didnt-like-me-um-invading.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-4163217633903668128</id><published>2007-07-16T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:48:36.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TESTING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-4163217633903668128?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4163217633903668128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=4163217633903668128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4163217633903668128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4163217633903668128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/testing.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-2870290628183931697</id><published>2007-07-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:49:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/RppZ2jdifxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W9Bl460ERcU/s1600-h/sb+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-PRddII/AAAAAAAABKU/zKbjBUDYq5M/s1600-h/scan0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087463361203762306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-PRddII/AAAAAAAABKU/zKbjBUDYq5M/s320/scan0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-fRddJI/AAAAAAAABKc/xBWZmIgAzS4/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087463365498729618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-fRddJI/AAAAAAAABKc/xBWZmIgAzS4/s320/scan0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddKI/AAAAAAAABKk/2njiibpb7nI/s1600-h/scan0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddLI/AAAAAAAABKs/8NSeglkSwGg/s1600-h/scan0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087463374088664242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddLI/AAAAAAAABKs/8NSeglkSwGg/s320/scan0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddKI/AAAAAAAABKk/2njiibpb7nI/s1600-h/scan0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087463374088664226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddKI/AAAAAAAABKk/2njiibpb7nI/s320/scan0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-_RddLI/AAAAAAAABKs/8NSeglkSwGg/s1600-h/scan0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class photos! &lt;3! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2870290628183931697?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2870290628183931697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2870290628183931697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2870290628183931697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2870290628183931697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-class-photos-talia.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RppM-PRddII/AAAAAAAABKU/zKbjBUDYq5M/s72-c/scan0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-2168051321676385040</id><published>2007-07-15T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:56:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever keyun :) you’ve got weird ideas sometimes. Keyun’s kinda predicted who will be what next time in our sb, for some reason she insists that yingjun and the piccolo don’t match hence I will be piccoloist while yj wil be soloist. Haha, I decline to comment -_- anyway both yj and I have agreed not to protest violently – because we don’t want to be either anyway! – to keyun’s odd opinions. Let her think what she wants, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill in the blanks: “Talia crushes NO ONE” (ahem) Keyun if you go on ah –murderous look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘oh my _ ‘ part 3&lt;br /&gt;A couple days back in math lesson, Ms Lim was looking for her ruler to draw a graph. She searched high and low but couldn’t find it, so borrowed someone’s ruler. Then at the end of the lesson, after she packed up the messy (oops) teachers’ table, she was like “OH, my ruler!” haha and its not funny-funny, but after all that’s happened :D I started laughing and laughing… (my class is seriously weird, we laugh randomly at everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘oh my _’ part 4&lt;br /&gt;This is a funny UNSERIOUS joke told by my pastor today :D It was purely for entertainment purposes, and disclaimer: no bad intentions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three old ladies were having a discussion about their sons.&lt;br /&gt;Old lady 1: You know, my son is the pastor of the church, whenever he walks into church, everyone greets him calling him “Reverend”!&lt;br /&gt;Old lady 2: That’s nothing. My son is the bishop of the church, whenever he walks into church, everyone stands up and greets him as “Great Reverend”!&lt;br /&gt;Old lady 3: Mine’s better. My son is the archbishop of the church, and whenever he walks into church, everyone stands up and claps, greeting him as “Most high Reverend”!&lt;br /&gt;Passerby Old lady 4: Wait til you hear this. My son is 6ft tall, tanned and muscular. Whenever he walks into church, everyone screams “oh my god”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D (note, I am NOT swearing nor do I ever speak like that, but its funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have 3 books now. Sorry. This week’s a particularly stressful week for me. I can’t believe I’m actually typing out a post but well... I’ve got lots of work, history pt (bleagh pro yj finished super early), piano exam &gt;&lt; etc etc. I’m rather afraid of the latter but I shan’t continue ranting here (: Yes and I slept at a horrendousifying time yesterday. or shall I say today (its 11.57 still) I slept at 5 and woke up at 8 &gt;&lt; don't ask. work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to start on my history PT. currently I only have half the outline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tmr!&lt;br /&gt;talia(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2168051321676385040?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2168051321676385040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2168051321676385040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2168051321676385040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2168051321676385040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-oh-whatever-keyun-youve-got-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-6534584271528599138</id><published>2007-07-11T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:19:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ada! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were acting super weird today. Gee. Who has Ada's book? (I think its me) No wait no. Aiya whoever just please write a post okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia crushes ___ *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm kidding. But who knows! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 keyun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-6534584271528599138?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6534584271528599138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=6534584271528599138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6534584271528599138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6534584271528599138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-ada-i-think-we-were.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-1763495204945214516</id><published>2007-07-11T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:13:44.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"oh my twisties"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey taken out of context! I was eating twisties at the rgs bus stop (and kindly offered some to keyun who impolitely declined :D) and then the bus came. Yep, so when we reached bukit panjang bus stop and i was waiting for the next bus, I suddenly remembered that I had left the unfinished packet in my bag, so i said "Oh! my twisties!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, its ada's bday today. happy birthday to you.. happy birthday to you.. (haha this is quite dumb since i'm not even saying it to her) (whoops, up til 9 mins ago) we haven't done a card yet :P (fallen behind on a lot of cards, whoops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh i shall say something very malu that happened. we were apparantly supposed to nominate for some singa (sing, ah!) award (me and the other 2 vicechairs) but its super unfair if we nominate so we voted -.-'' and uh, somehow or another my classmates decided if they sucked up to me i'd let them go for PE haha! anyway. in the end i told one of them to sms ms ong back and put someone's name, like gloria. but uh -.- ok nvm. haha this sounds really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i had something to say but can't remember. at least i posted, ok!&lt;br /&gt;and my _ presents are no better than the last time i visited keyun, haha! i'm gonna like not-sleep the whole night before or something. and i can't imagine the letter writing part. but above all that, apart from doing stuff, well, i can't imagine the day (which is like what, 16 days?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay. anyway. see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-1763495204945214516?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/1763495204945214516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=1763495204945214516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1763495204945214516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/1763495204945214516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-twisties-hey-taken-out-of-context.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-8520004664611377336</id><published>2007-07-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:43:16.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, hey that was an accident! I typed "&lt;strong&gt;my junior&lt;/strong&gt;" and changed my mind and decided to type her name instead. However, I forgot about the "&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;" so there! Not my fault what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to band being super pissed. Yj was nice about it, she helped me buy green tea to cool down Hmm. I wonder if I should say this. My junior came and she found me. But I didn't want to take her! So...I told her to tell her directs that keyun went missing. And later when Yj pulled me back, I asked the sec 3s what she told them, and she was guai! She didn't say anything like," keyun told me to tell you that I can't find her" So I started feeling guilty, and went to take her, only to find that Amanda was taking her already. So I tried to hide but Amanda came out of the corr just as I was trying to run away. I think she's quite disappointed in me, cos I just stared blankly at her when she told me to clap/give comments. Oops I hope she isn't pissed! At the end she told me to take Jinghui next week. So I asked if she was coming next week, and she was like,'Why, I don't come better is it!" *Shakes head vigourously* "I’ll try la…" *:D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. I hope my direct doesn't read this :P I want to take her well, I really do. To be like how they were to me. But then so malu! And I don't think I'm good enough, I myself sound horrible already, plus she has 2 years more experience than me? Ahh why must they leave! Everything will change, nothing will be the same anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote a batchmate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you all leave, band will be different. different for our batch. different for the whole band. i can't imagine band without you all. it feels to me like a group without a leader, without a head. it feels as though we are being thrown into the deep end without knowing how to swim yet. what will happen when you all leave?&lt;br /&gt;how are we to fight back for that gwh '09? i'm so very afraid of having to go through that disappointment again, of disappointing you all. i don't know if we can make it, can we? we can't let you all down, but...gwh seems really so far away.&lt;br /&gt;directs, dear directs, don't leave! batch09 needs you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of point I think. Bleah. Anyway since Talia quoted me, I shall quote her! Normally people would say oh my goodness or something like that right? Talia was like," OH MY TWISTIES! xD Haha! So funny I was laughing like mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8520004664611377336?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8520004664611377336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8520004664611377336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8520004664611377336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8520004664611377336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-hey-that-was-accident-i-typed-my.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-2656080628921057666</id><published>2007-07-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:02:51.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote keyun.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway I thought she wasn’t coming today, so I told &lt;strong&gt;my Jinghui &lt;/strong&gt;that and she heaved a sigh of relief. " HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's rather memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head prefect campagining this year was quite toned down. ah well. last year was much more.. hyped up and enthu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep ok short entry.&lt;br /&gt;(: talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2656080628921057666?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2656080628921057666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2656080628921057666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2656080628921057666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2656080628921057666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/announcement-quote-keyun.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-4936501335388334790</id><published>2007-07-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:37:02.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; i'll post here more. Our blog has been dead for ages :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep i shall briefly describe the past few band events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go, but i got a nice (noisy) phone call from my dear sbms after crossing the causeway. Of course with a lot of interruptions from my bro and sis who were having a laughing competition! From what I heard, it sounded really nice, wish I could have gone. The up-side is, I don't need to pay $5 :D (which reminds me. I'm really running out of money, something that's never happened before. Especially after buying band related stuff, as well as GSE, and being dragged out to eat so much *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp was alright, but i preferred last year's one. Of course, probably due to the sleepover. The most vivid memory i have of it is laughing crazily throughout section breakfast at yifan, for some reason i found her really funny (in terms of appearance) This round though &gt;&lt; I started laughing madly through section lunch, the sec1s must have thought i was crazy! I shall not describe THAT embarrassing incident. I got a funny video of &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; :D cheering, I'll never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had no idea who to vote for. I wish _ would never leave. farewell =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I shall not end my post on a sad note (: G!B!D! (G major!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a ridiculous post. Chionging it because I am (was) targeting to log off in minus 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-4936501335388334790?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4936501335388334790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=4936501335388334790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4936501335388334790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/4936501335388334790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-i-promise-ill-post-here-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-2373674120826576070</id><published>2007-06-11T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:16:15.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1Y_ySzGoI/AAAAAAAAABc/bNdByD8m41k/s1600-h/oboesolo3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074810207972039298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1YOSSzGgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m4dpC2Ef0P4/s320/flute2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1YOSSzGhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_usa1DGKlmE/s1600-h/flute3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074809357568514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1YOSSzGhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_usa1DGKlmE/s320/flute3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1YOiSzGiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/otRfrXrd5Qo/s1600-h/flute4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074809361863481890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1YOiSzGiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/otRfrXrd5Qo/s320/flute4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha amusing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-2373674120826576070?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2373674120826576070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=2373674120826576070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2373674120826576070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/2373674120826576070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-amusing-d.html' title=''/><author><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/_8jNAKDY5u2o/Rm1Y_ySzGoI/AAAAAAAAABc/bNdByD8m41k/s72-c/oboesolo3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-8411544830279165543</id><published>2007-06-07T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:55:20.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talia and Yingjun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you all never blog! (Esp the latter x) Next time when we are sec 4 and look back our life as an sb would be so boring :P Just for the record, our sec one juniors are Jinghui(oboe), Sheryl(flute), and Rachel(flute). We wrote them like 2 letters and they replied a really crappy one so haha I don't think we want to write to them anymore do we? Jinghui is like nerdy and playful, Sheryl responsible and cute, Rachel bimbo and don't care . Haha I think... And Rachel makes all her dots on i crosses and they look so...bimh. Like imagine if you see a paper full of crosses. Anyway, syf is over. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was thinking should we like post all the entries on our direct's books here? Or scan is better. Anything I really want a copy! Haha yeah and I counted lah. If we write like 2 pages(one paper) per post then for each book we have about 18 posts left. And that isn't impossible! So yes please please we must finish before that day comes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, we got gold for syf. What can I say? We didn't play our best on stage and it was very saddening to see seniors all break down crying. But we promised them to get the honours back in syf 09...can we do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keyun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8411544830279165543?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8411544830279165543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8411544830279165543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8411544830279165543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8411544830279165543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/06/talia-and-yingjun-why-you-all-never.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-7981197906650822747</id><published>2007-04-02T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:31:38.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINGJUN! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh mann i'm really sorry gakk so the post really vanished =( so SAD luh spent so long typing it out, haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the 'poem' went somewhat like this. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(special thanks to dictionary.com and thesarus.com :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Yingjun's birthday! She's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally pulchritudinous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally genial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just magnanimous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Undoubtedly impassioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necessary part of our sb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday yingjun, we hope you enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway everything about our directs' lunch is already on batch09.diaryland.com haha yeah so i might as well not repet here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but right now i have piano lesson in one hour + *BLEAGH* and haven't got that irritating piece correct &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH and the books! YINGJUN! You know what, keyun said she was writing in class and the teacher came in and guess what happened?! -.-''''''''''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for the remainder PLEASE pass it around or i'll soon resort to writing on foolscap then pasting it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the photo of our 'sb' convo! (: haha I HOLD OUR SB TOGETHER (: so ego =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RhDRmifsexI/AAAAAAAAAyI/x2asgi6-EJU/s1600-h/CIMG0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048765642307304210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RhDRmifsexI/AAAAAAAAAyI/x2asgi6-EJU/s320/CIMG0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: talia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-7981197906650822747?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7981197906650822747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=7981197906650822747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7981197906650822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/7981197906650822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-yingjun-oh-mann-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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/_Mm2xFcLqiz0/RhDRmifsexI/AAAAAAAAAyI/x2asgi6-EJU/s72-c/CIMG0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36437902.post-6750022859213921423</id><published>2007-03-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:14:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY and HELLO! Haha eh our blog is so dead lah! )= Okay I just want to say jiayou for syf, 19 more days! I hope we can make it, if not...I don't dare to think &gt;&lt; That aside, the sb outing was fun! Yj I want to see your house! :D Heh Maybe I shall not be a psychologist after all. A designer would be cool :D This is so random. I think I lost my blogging mood =/ Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-6750022859213921423?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6750022859213921423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=6750022859213921423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6750022859213921423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/6750022859213921423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-and-hello-haha-eh-our-blog-is-so.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-8634025534451387774</id><published>2007-01-07T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:10:39.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi sb :)&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog while my connection is still working. Sometimes I long to have an elder brother! Thats random but I just read the post about Talia wanting to have a new sister? Haha I was always very envious of my friends who had brothers :)&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. Before we know it it'll be 2009 and our batch will be leading the band! Then one of us will be solo player, one SL, and one piccolo. No there'll be 2 solo, one oboe and one flute. Is that a good? This year our directs batch is leading the band into SYF. Year after next we ourselves will be doing that. So scary &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the books! We must really write a lot faster than what we're doing now! Talia is super fast -.- she can finish 1 whole page in 10 min on the bus! Okay my point is we should do our best to finish the books by farewell and its not impossible. I'm sure we want to make our directs' farewell as memorable as inunion was for us. So I shall end here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 keyun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-8634025534451387774?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/8634025534451387774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=8634025534451387774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8634025534451387774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/8634025534451387774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi-sb-i-shall-blog-while-my-connection.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-899208301444778836</id><published>2006-12-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:39:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello sbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made this private YAY no jesern or whatever anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT unfortunately no one is posting &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-899208301444778836?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/899208301444778836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=899208301444778836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/899208301444778836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/899208301444778836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-sbs-i-made-this-private-yay-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Talia</name><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-36437902.post-116667887039360667</id><published>2006-12-21T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:42:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES KEYUN IS GOING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it, I never thought her mom would say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we stayed up until like 2am and I was smsing her asking her about, well, life and stuff. And I was so happy (for Keyun) that she could go. So I couldn't sleep til like 3+am. I tried doing all sorts of stuff, playing piano blahblah, still couldn't sleep. &gt;&lt; Okay she hasn't replied to my sms yet. I do hope i'll be able to get her to change her mind, and get her to see life the way I see it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... my Christmas wish is to have a new sister-not very literally, and not very likely either.&lt;br /&gt;Well Keyun gave me the second best present when she agreed to go. haha. I haven't felt this kind of happiness in a long time. I don't know if yj can go or not. but if she can, honestly I don't know if we can fit in the car =P Nvm my bro and sis will sit on (each other? :D) no lah we aren't that fat. But then again I don't think she'll go. but if she does. Who's ever heard of an sb outing to well... that would be the coolest, nicest thing ever!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay I shall wait for keyun's reply :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like i'm talking to myself. Oh well. haha well i'm not crazy, at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116667887039360667?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116667887039360667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116667887039360667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116667887039360667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116667887039360667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-keyun-is-going-i-couldnt-believe.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116653943662939252</id><published>2006-12-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:43:58.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talia wants me to write a long long, not crappy post. I wonder how you do that =p&lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:post something long long long too&lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:and not 'crappy'!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yj didn't come today! She only returned from holiday yesterday(same timing as Jesern! x) Haha so coincidental right. So me and Talia called her this morning asking why she wasn't here. No wonder she was not replying to smses. She changed her hp number! Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think I'll write a longer post next time haha x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116653943662939252?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116653943662939252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116653943662939252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116653943662939252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116653943662939252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/talia-wants-me-to-write-long-long-not.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116653378015988878</id><published>2006-12-19T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:09:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Okay okay!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay keyun! I shall finally post again. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I&lt;em&gt; pleaaseee&lt;/em&gt; don't talk about the holiday anymore? It should be ying jun's turn! It's so weird to talk about your holiday where the whole world can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I shall list a few interesting parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I ate raw corn! whooo! Raw corn is really &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;. Not joking. 'Cos they pluck it when it's ripe over there in camerons' while in Singapore, they pluck it a couple of days/weeks early so its not ripe yet and not nice. But its so sweeeet and juicy!!! :) Should I put a photo? Ah ok maybe just one. Of a nice nice raw corn. The corn thingees are both yellow and white. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/415366/CIMG0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/717865/CIMG0252.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? BUT I saw this corn which had yellow, white and &lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt; thingees!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We went to the Orang Asli village, where the native people live. In like atap huts. And their houses are made of wood. And they live on the hills, literally! Argh I guess I shall put another photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/591462/CIMG0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/CIMG0235.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that misty misty part at the top is a cloud. Hmm. That's how they live. Cool huh. I think I shall put another photo of our hike around the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/400617/CIMG0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/933059/CIMG0212.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills were rather steep and we were all panting by the time we reached the top xD My bro and I went first to the top of one hill so I took a shot from above of them climbing slowly up... I went with my cousins by the way. The villagers were like laughing at us, seeing at how tough it was to climb up! =-P The children were running up and down the steep hills to each others houses, just like that! And there was this hill (there are lots of hills) where it was so steep we could barely stand upright, we were all lying on our backs, and there in front of us was this washing line staring at us. I mean, the women stand on that steep hill where we could hardly balance to hang their laundry! We also saw this family building a foundation for their house out of bricks, and there was this tiny boy around 3,4,5? Carrying bricks up the hill. It was a real eye opener... Oh and the toilets looked like little shacks. At least what we think were the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The market place was quite interesting (but well, i've been there before and seen it.) There was purple cauliflower and - gasp - purple broccoli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/972141/CIMG0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/136142/CIMG0136.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! (oh you know our groups cheer was like "hey broccoli you're so green, you're so green you make me scream" but well, broccoli is purple too :)) This is also where we bought dozens of corn (I think I ate like 5 whole cobs of corn there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The playground is something very memorable in cameron highlands :D Obviously cos we played there a lot. And also we sat under the shade peeling blades of grass --&gt; seeing who could split a blade of grass into the most number of pieces. Wu liao huh :) But it was fun! i think my record was like 12. And it (each strand which I split the thing into) was about as thick as a strand of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/705317/DSCF0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/812234/DSCF0119.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my brother the daredevil (hanging up there in the pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My quirky sis (just a random pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/900510/DSCF0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/DSCF0150.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no keyun, she didn't stick something thru her nose!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Our intended stroll-ish-hike turned-to a 2 1/2 hour hunt (for the end!) and packed with intense suspense and thriller moments. The map we bought said it was a "nice leisurely walk". Gosh. It was much harder than the hardest ones in bukit timah nature reserve. Some parts even had landslides so we had to like go ever so carefully. There were also sometimes miniature 'waterfalls' along the path. So. We had to cllimb across them. And my mom slipped and fell down one. Nearly (thankfully). Then my dad grabbed her and she was okay. Gosh. we were all praying all the way that we wouldn't fall off the edge! (Some parts were like, maybe, 30cm wide? and you look down, you don't wanna fall off.) Plus, the map said it was like 2km long at the most. BUT it was actually 4km long. Sheesh. They bluffed us!!! We were all so thankful to be out alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/28645/DSCF0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/619323/DSCF0173.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the photo was at the start of our hike. We went down to the smaller waterfalls part, and hopped around on the rocks (of course the moms got really mad =P) And further down was a magnificent, flowing, white, rushing waterfall which seemed at least 2 storeys high. I have a photo of it but uh, I think I'll crash the blog by posting so many photos! *I think around 10 so far?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The nice, lovely, wonderful scenery! And all the flowers too. The nice temperature too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/1600/202927/DSCF0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2136/4072/320/668807/DSCF0231.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The record 6+/7 hr drive from camerons' to meleka without stopping a day overnight elsewhere. last time we stopped in kl, which would have been a 4+ hr drive. Well. Got really sick coming down the hill *bleagh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I guess that's the end to our family's holiday. heehee :D I hope the blog doesn't crash! (IT BETTER NOT!!! Spent so long doing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope too no one else reads this leh keyun and yingjun! I don't fancy the idea of sharing this with whoever from all over the world. So after reading it must post more and make this go to the 'archives' k? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally unrelated. Today ada took keyun and I, (Keyun for the first time), and it was really funny cos she took keyun first then obviously the stand was too high for me. So I was grinning and pushed it down and then ada was like, "hah?! You're shorter than keyun!" and I felt like bursting into peals of laughter!!! Keyun is like, more than half a head taller than me! (7cm to be more precise) Okay and for today, astoundingly, for the first time I didn't have that sick feeling down in my stomach after senior prac. Whooooooo. Is that an achievement? Well at least a landmark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I had better stop. Oh mann I was supposed to spend tonight practising piano!!! sheesh :(And I just spent it doing this. ah well. Maybe that's one reason you shouldn't have blogs. 'waste' time.) but I have no more jing shen left to play piano *sigh* blame today's fds!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116653378015988878?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116653378015988878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116653378015988878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116653378015988878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116653378015988878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-okay-okay-keyun-i-shall-finally.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116583883060834474</id><published>2006-12-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:07:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T: Crazy/hyper&lt;br /&gt;A: Addicted to chocs&lt;br /&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;br /&gt;A: Addicted to chocs&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;K: A big tease&lt;br /&gt;E: Is a damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;Y: Always a good boy/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;U: Really likes to chill.&lt;br /&gt;N: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Y: Always a good boy/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;br /&gt;N: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;J: Lives life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;U: Really likes to chill.&lt;br /&gt;N: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;F: People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;U: Really likes to chill.&lt;br /&gt;B: Likes people&lt;br /&gt;O: Dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;E: Is a damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key:&lt;br /&gt;A: Addicted to chocs&lt;br /&gt;B: Likes people&lt;br /&gt;C: Is wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;E: Is a damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;F: People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Has a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;br /&gt;J: Lives life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;K: A big tease&lt;br /&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: Best in bed&lt;br /&gt;O: Dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Likes to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;T: Crazy/hyper&lt;br /&gt;U: Really likes to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Always a good boy/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Z: Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling random =p Talia can you post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116583883060834474?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116583883060834474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116583883060834474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116583883060834474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116583883060834474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/t-crazyhyper-addicted-to-chocs-l-loved.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116574729330013372</id><published>2006-12-10T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T18:41:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Holidays #1&lt;/u&gt; *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ms keyun here is part one! (ok actually I copied it from an email to my angel xD but i'm too tired to type it all out. basically I kept a log of my holiday and uh, wrote it down there and then. So... (wrong tense s sometimes!) and yeah. here's some parts of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon, 4dec06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.40am:&lt;/strong&gt; Left home, drove to my uncle's house (went on holiday with cousins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.50am:&lt;/strong&gt; Cleared customs and joined the m'sian expressway, on E1. Est time to Yong Peng, 11am :( Feeling sleepy. All our bottoms are sore, we're all eating fruits. Reaching E2 soon. The air pollution is very bad here... especially when the giant monsters go past. C (my bro) played 'poke-r' and started poking me all over and i got rather irritated &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11am:&lt;/strong&gt; We stopped at Yong Peng pit stop and I was so sleepy I couldn't get up. WE're heading to Ayer Keroh, abt 1 1/2 hours more. We made up names for ourselves; I'm 'Luku Skywalker" (star wars haha. have you watched?), C is "Luku Yoda", and S (my sis) is "Luku Langsat" xD So funny, but S was throwing a tantrum. (Luku Langsat is a type of fruit that looks like longan on the outside and squishy and segmented flesh). I started massaging C's bottom for him 'cos he said it was super-super-sore, he's even sitting on a cushion now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12+pm:&lt;/strong&gt; We're reaching Ayer Keroh in 4 mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.15pm:&lt;/strong&gt; We just ate at A&amp;W, so sad there's no more in Singapore (at least from what I remember). I ate one coney dog (a hotdog with nice beefy gravy) + half mom's + half C's 'cos they couldn't finish + some root beer which I don't quite like but I'm trying to learn to like :P Heading to KL, and S is blowing bubles in the car. I haven't (unfortunately) learnt the art of doing so. Quite sleepy still... will probably sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3pm:&lt;/strong&gt; At the Regent, KL! Room super nice especially the beds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6pm:&lt;/strong&gt; Walked around with Dad, Bkt Bintang - traffic was awful. 10x worse than s'pore traffic jams. Lots of horning, and when combined I said it sounded weird (some high and screechy, some loud and rumbly etc). Then dad remarked, "hmm, sounds like french horns? or japanese horns maybe... since most cars are made in japan" :) We're going china town for dinner. Ate roti prata and super full, and had carrot 'juice' (carrot water to be more precise &gt;&lt;) carrot water tasted awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.33pm:&lt;/strong&gt; Came bcak from Chinatown. Atmosphere still quite bustling though its a weekday. There was a police raid halfway, so suddenly chinatown went dead - lights off, hurriedly packed up. We ate soup horfun, wonton mee and satay --- same woman selling satay as last year still! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay 1st part done! :) still have 2-6 left but later xD have piano lesson tmr so well :( And Keyun don't you think the pic I sent you is SO CUTE! :) :D :) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116574729330013372?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116574729330013372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116574729330013372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116574729330013372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116574729330013372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-1-sigh-yes-ms-keyun-here-is.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116567655790337814</id><published>2006-12-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:02:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happiness- a tear drop away says:hey!&lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:hihi!&lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:=D&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:haha where are you?&lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:yay&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:you came online &lt;br /&gt; ll~Talia~ll   says:uhm&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:in front of a computerZ?&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:uh okay&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:I thought you went for holiday?&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:in a room?&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:haha&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:back!&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:hey.&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:oh!&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:6 days liao!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:haha =p&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:XD&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:yay welcome back&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:happy birthday to you &lt; )&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:you were born in the zoo (bah)&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:you look like a monkey :-#&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:and you smell like one too   &lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:haha&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:-.-&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:XD&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:happy belated birthday&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:heehe&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:haha wanted to -.- but didn't want to interupt the song&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:go post!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:did you?&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:uhhh&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:not yet  &lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:i jsut came back!&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:hmm&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:2 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:oh&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:haha no wonder&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:so whathappiness- a tear drop away says:go post ah!&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:I post my whole holiday?!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:yup&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:!!!&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:eeeeee&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:we dont mind =p&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:then hmmph&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:the acsi guys all see&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:the seniors all see&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:dun wan &lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:ehhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:the acsi person is like yj not me&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:your holiday they won't be interested?&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:as in they read so what&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:eeesh&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:dun wan larh&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:post!!!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:)))))))))=&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:just post the stuff u find funny&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:or interesting&lt;br /&gt;ll~Talia~ll   says:hmmm&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:post!&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:promise?&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:yay&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:okay I'd better see it someday&lt;br /&gt;happiness- a tear drop away says:=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee I better see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116567655790337814?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116567655790337814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116567655790337814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116567655790337814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116567655790337814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/happiness-tear-drop-away-sayshey.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116499109191776510</id><published>2006-12-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:38:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay Talia posted! I'm so proud of my sbms =D Wheee I'm high now! Lalala just went for the acsi concert... The oboe solos were =D Talia cycled to my house today to pass me her present! So sweet of her right =) But I'm not supposed to open it til my birthday...I wonder what it is! It has a funny shape xD Her card was nice too! Haha I'm glad to have her as my bus partner/elevator activater + sbm! So many sentences with exclamation marks =P But I just feel happy! Haha I don't look matured lah. What chinese teacher =/ In china when I was visiting a gift shop the guy who was at the stall which made poems out of your names was advertising. I was kinda interested at first. Then he said something like," you can use the child's father's name together with you two for the poem also" (I had my sis with me) Then I realised he thought I was the mum-.- So dumb! But I think its also partially cos of our age gap and the one-child policy in china. Anyway I was so pissed I just walked off without a word. Hmph. Okay I gtg now its late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 keyun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116499109191776510?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116499109191776510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116499109191776510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116499109191776510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116499109191776510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-talia-posted-im-so-proud-of-my.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116497891406885016</id><published>2006-12-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:15:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;i'm back! (ii)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sbs I have something funny to share about tonight xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandparents are on holiday, and their house is like one block away from mine, so we have to go feed their fish and water their plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tonight my bro and I went across. Except that he went on a &lt;strong&gt;tricycle&lt;/strong&gt;. you know those baby-toddler tricycles, the small plastic ones that go "grrnk grrrnk" everytime you pedal? Well we've had one since I was like 3 years old and we still have it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so ridiculous, he's like 10 already, yet he sat on that tiny little tricycle and went into the lift. I stared at him and 'ordered' him off cos he looked so ridiculous. But he said "no i wanna ride across" and we both burst out laughing. THEN the lift stopped at 2nd floor (we're on 3rd) and my bro said "uh oh." and I continued laughing. haha. he threw (kind of) the bike behind him and uh stood in front of it and stretched out his arms, hoping the person won't see it xD fortunately for him the person just stared at the lift door so he was ok xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to get from the lift to the ground there's a slight ramp and a step (but someone was moving house so they placed a small metal ramp from the step to the floor to facilitate movement of furniture and blahblah). So he just sat on the tricycle and pedalled down the ramp on that tricycle which was flying like the wind (i thot it'd just like go so fast he'd fall) and I was screaming as he laughed his way down. It was so scary lor! I mean, he was obviously too big for it and he might have just flown right off. Anyway... I felt it was so funny to see him riding this puny little tricycle across the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically the same thing happened on the way back home except  that he encountered a car and a couple of people who stared at him in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i eat my words that that was the only time. I may come back with (iii) so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116497891406885016?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116497891406885016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116497891406885016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116497891406885016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116497891406885016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-ii-hello-sbs-i-have-something.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116497076482973351</id><published>2006-12-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:59:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;i'm back!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sbms (and er whoever else is reading. like whoever from acsi shoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since keyun is so sad that i'm not posting anymore... I guess I shall. ONE more time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cycled to Keyun's house with my bro, to pass her her b'day present, plus the books (yingjun!!! did you write yet). My mom at first agreed to let us go. But then my sister wanted to go and since she's 'only' p2, my mom won't let her. So, she kept going "eeeh, mom, I want to go!" but my mom was filling up an application form to be an STL for BSF (ok nvm haha basically it just means she's gonna be even more busy) and she needed some peace and quiet so she lost her temper and banned all 3 of us from going. So um my bro and I 'threw' a tantrum and pleaded with her to let us go. Finally she allowed both of us (but not my sis who was sulking in the room) to go. So off we went - carrying this big plastic bag and um $3 (haha you'll know for what later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 5 minutes we reached bkt panjang (the edge of it) and went down the pavement all the way for abt another 5 minutes. It was kinda soggy from the drizzle so we kept g oing over water puddles and lifting our legs in the air and 'screaming' as we went across each one. (You should see my bro's shirt now. The back is like full of black speckles.) We crossed a couple of traffic lights too (obviously waited for the green man to come on) and finally spotted a pink with dark pink windows building in sight. Keyun's house ahoy! (: (er keyun no offense but it doesn't look that great xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pedalled to the block where my dad sometimes drops keyun off when we give her a lift home. its near THE bus stop (haha keyun. you know which one). THE one where I always get off and we sometimes start smsing x). And then there was this ramp for us to go up. So we had to swerve 180deg and go up the ramp. When we were going up my bro said "haha I thought I saw my chinese teacher." Then halfway up he said, "hey jie! THAT'S keyun!" (haha keyun you look so &lt;strong&gt;mature&lt;/strong&gt;. ) So anyway halfway up a ramp keyun came running after us. (I felt kind of stupid wearing a helmet but my bro cracked his skull like 3 years ago when we were in the nature reserve cycling so now we have to wear helmets -.-) So I gave her the plastic bag of stuff (which my bro insisted on carrying - so considerate! :D) and she asked me to choose 1,2,3,4 (she bought 4 pens back from disneyland! so sweet xD) so I chose 4 and I got a goofy pen which was green in colour :) [sorry keyun, I kind of spoilt it on the way home 'cos er, i stuffed it in the pouch with my hp and it dropped out when I was going up the lift home. BUT I re-assembled it don't worry :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Keyun went up the lift, so my bro continued cycling up the ramp (we were halfway up). I was gonna turn around and go back down but he saw another path leading from the top to the halfway mark again. do you get it? basically it looked like a roundabout, and so he just wanted to go to the top and come down to the center again (where we orig. were). So I followed him. And we reached the top and 'wala!' in front of us was 4 steps. haha. leading down to the middle again -.- (keyun do you know what I mean? but at this time you were already walking back to the lift so...) and then he just got on the bike and zoomed down the four steps. haha. and nearly crashed into the wall in front. (now you see why he's capable of crackign his skull.) I &lt;u&gt;pushed&lt;/u&gt; the bike down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go across the street to bkt panjang plaza and buy something to eat for fun xD so we parked our bikes and my bro went in to buy bubble tea (: (now you see what the $3 was for). After about 10 mins he finally appeared. said there was a loooooooooooong queue. He bought 2 cups! So we tried stuffing it in the bicycle compartment for water bottles. but one of the cups cracked. oh well. so we just hung it on the handlebar and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home --&gt; uneventful. finally reached home and went to the room to drink the bubble tea :) and we played a game together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh ok so that was a 2 hr segment of my interesting afternoon xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I found out some facts about yingjun! (by searching on google. scary huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she got gold for math olympiad!&lt;br /&gt;2. she BLOGS can you believe it. despite insisting 'i'm not the blogging type!' and refusing to post at al for a few months. I would have said that to myself 'cos I don't quite like blogging. oh well but her blog only has 2 posts and she abandoned it mid=way this year X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I gtg now. mom's beckoning me to set the table for the past 1 1/2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed the post keyun -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its not that bad as long as I don't talk about band, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116497076482973351?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116497076482973351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116497076482973351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116497076482973351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116497076482973351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-hello-sbms-and-er-whoever-else.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116486997696263022</id><published>2006-11-30T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:59:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hi. ok, 1st time posting here... talk about slow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i can't figure out whats so wierd abt thaving twins??? and i dun have a twin brother.not someone the same age as me or whatever not. my brother and sister are twins, juz for the record.&lt;br /&gt;ok and ACSI's y r u invading our blog!!! jesern, u get the hell outta here and dun ever EVER EVER come back. Oh, and jesern can't like keyun cus he likes another gal in nanyang. and take whatever his name is dave( what instru do u play?) outta here oso.i dun really fancy acsi's coming and owning the shoutbox. oh and jesern, can u sen me some songs?&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;full fledged flutist&lt;br /&gt;yj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116486997696263022?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116486997696263022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116486997696263022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116486997696263022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116486997696263022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116356589501919199</id><published>2006-11-15T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:44:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just revive this blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;1) Talia is on holiday&lt;br /&gt;2) Today is supposed to be section chalet but our whole sb is not going&lt;br /&gt;3) Thurday is auds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise all starts with a "t" And all are bad news. Oh well. Maybe the last one isn't, but I'm not ready! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116356589501919199?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116356589501919199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116356589501919199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116356589501919199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116356589501919199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-just-revive-this-blog-little.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116315713365290310</id><published>2006-11-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:12:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;TWINS!!! :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that Ying Jun has twin brother and sisters :P so coooooool! Ok this is silly i'm posting twice in one day. Anyway when I told Keyun she thought I meant Ying Jun has a TWIN. haha It was SO funny! thankfully I realised she thought so and clarified. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Jun sounds super happy on the phone. And I found out why. She's watching some show tons of ppl are &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt; about. called goong or sth. haha. So MEANN she put down the phone on me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is a super short post. gtg for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116315713365290310?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116315713365290310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116315713365290310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116315713365290310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116315713365290310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/twins-hello-i-just-found-out-that-ying.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116314850065033819</id><published>2006-11-10T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:53:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Batch chalet!&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sbms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmph yingjun says she doesn't wanna post. I don't know why :( meanopok!!!&lt;br /&gt;This blog is going to die! so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going on holiday in three days! =) from sun - wed, inunion is on fri. And seciton chalet is wed-thurs but i'm missing that (haha keyun and yj don't wanna go either b'cos they can't bear to go without me :P) I think we're gonna screw up inunion. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch chalet was fun! We squashed into 2 rooms and even though we exceeded the 4ppl/room limit. We also got &lt;u&gt;16&lt;/u&gt; escape theme park tickets! Only supposed to get 8 (4/room) but they accidentally gave keyun twice. Keyun didn't wanna return it :@ Anyway when I took it to return then the lady was like (softly) oh nvm just keep it its already registered :P See! honesty is the BEST policy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch chalet was fun! the first day, we went cycling b'cos etp is only opened on weekends (we found out). The guy was so grumpy at the bike rental. But we were blessed b'cos we rented the last of the bikes, those who came a few secs after us didn't get bikes. I tried a double bike for the first time, I was in front sam seah at the back. for some reason she couldn't sit in front so I did =P She was pedalling super fast, and our brakes were extremely lousy! They barely worked! So there we were, she pedalling as fast as possible and me squeezing the brakes til my hands nearly died. what a pair :P She didn't notice how fast we were going b'cos she was behind and blocked by me. heehee. Then we had a picnic! But it had started to dristle a bit so we had it outside our chalet. It was fun, we had sandwiches :P only 'becca, me and jess were talking together. the rest were watching tv inside -.- how sociable!!! Jess didn't want to take photos :@ Slowly some ppl came out and we started taking silly photos xD Then we went off to play monkey in some nearby grass patch. On the way, rebecca kicked the ball and er, it flew up two storeys and JUST missed the window of the next door chalet! we nearly screamed =) Later she kicked the ball when we were playing... it rolled under a van :P poor ball! She was climbing under the van (i wish I took a photo!) when the van driver, who was sitting nearby and chatting on the phone, yelled, "What are you doing under MY VAN!!!" we all burst out laughing. It was SO FUNNY! =) We went back and played a bit. then we went to sleep... our chalets were joined by a door inside. BUT jolyn went to call me at like 11+ pm to say hello. sheesh! =) me and pearlyn stayed up til 1am (pearlyn til like 2am) b'cos we couldn't sleep! We were jsut talking and tlaking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day though all of us were so groggy! =) We woke up at like 5.30 (thanks to sam seah). me and pearlyn stayed in bed til 6 though :P We ate.... *drumroll* bread and margerine. heehee. I ate 2 slices but most others ate 1. Then at 7 we went to the lobby to meet the bus driver (we chartered a bus). He was 20 mins late :@ but traffic was smooth so we reached school at like 7.50am for band. (we HAD to have band during batch chalet. gah.) We had main band, then footdrills. Footdrills was tiring esp locking arms thing. I lost my voice DURING batch chalet. So sad, all that could come out of me was a croak or a whisper! =) It was super-infuriating. Some of our seniors kindly bought lunch for us b'cos we only had 1/2 an hour left. The poor commanders too had only half an hour for lunch. Next was sectionals; we were told we have auds next thursday :( one day b4 inunion! I think I play really TERRIBLY. Ack... I tried practising at home it sounds eeeeeeeeeeeeks. bleagh. Better than at the start of the year though :p I think I shld just er, tell jiayun and ada and joyce that can I please don't audition I won't be able to play for SYF anyway.  Thankfully by night time everything was quite okay again. just yujia was still absorbed in the incident. We went to the cafeteria to eat. I ate horfun :) And me and dorothy and jess and yj bought fish and chips for breakfast the next day (planning ahead! :P) That night I slept at like 11pm amazingly. The next day we awoke at 7am so yeah, we were quite rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 10 mins late for the bus this time b'cos we had to clean up and check out etc. Gloria and pearlyn and yujia didn't wanna see their seniors in the bus. As we reached school, guess who we saw! None other than MR TAN! We all burst out laughing and laughing :) Anyway we had rb (I rmbr how FUN it is!) Despite it being comparatively easy, I enjoyed it. I used to love RB. I don't like MB. I like the pieces for MB, like the RB atmosphere. That's being so fussy though -.- AFter that was footdrills. It wa super funny! B'cos I felt like laughing at every single thing. When I did burst out laughing I kept saying "sorry I made a mistake" and promptly a whole wave of laughter and "sorry I made a mistake" followed me :P IT WAS SO FUNNY! =D The commanders would yell "no laughing in squad" but they'd say that WHILE laughing. heheh. Then gloria closed her eyes (to stop laughing I presume) then they were "no closing your eyes in squad" and of course, we all burst out laughign again xD footdrills is funny!!! Then we had main band prac *bleagh* When mr Oura said he might change the piece. I like christmas scene! It sounds so nice!!!!! :( If only I could play it. boohooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah I realised I spent like 2 hours on this. sheesh. what a waste of time! My parents have been scolding me for spending so mcuh time on the comp doing batch chalet, then the batch item and batch speech blahblah. So my mom went out so its the first time in a long time I've been able to post. haha. I think this post is going to be super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116314850065033819?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116314850065033819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116314850065033819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116314850065033819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116314850065033819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/batch-chalet3-hello-sbms-hmmph-yingjun.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116264534047637106</id><published>2006-11-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:02:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/1600/oboe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/320/oboe.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/1600/flutee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/320/flutee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116264534047637106?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116264534047637106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116264534047637106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116264534047637106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116264534047637106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-random.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116264473080024133</id><published>2006-11-04T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:52:10.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/1600/flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7520/3935/320/flute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey guys=D I thought this was nice. The girl holds the instru like an oboe but it looks like a flute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116264473080024133?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116264473080024133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116264473080024133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116264473080024133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116264473080024133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-guysd-i-thought-this-was-nice.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116229696374461926</id><published>2006-10-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:16:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Embarassed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sbms! I found out that out of 5 posts so far, I posted 4 -.- you guys seem super active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today me yj and jess were playing outside the hall in our corr. Then, suddenly, we heard applause from the hall so we got a shock and decided to er, play as softly as possible. After abt an hour, the hall seemed to be very quiet. We peeped in from a tiny crack 1cm wide and saw that the stage was empty. The hall seemed relatively quiet too so we decided that we could play normally again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, abt half an hour later, a guy came out, and told us sternly, "The principal is addressing the Sec 2s. You guys are disrupting the whole thing b'cos the whole hall can hear you playing. Could you please move somewhere else." Well, our jaws, literally, dropped to the floor (at least mine did.) I was SOOOOO embarassed. Felt like running into a corner and hiding! So anyway, I chased jess and yj to hurry up pack their stuff and we ran off in embarrassment. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. This is sad... last week of school and so many sad things are happening... getting booked, interrupting the principal's address, not getting in for drama night (so sad! :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you two bring the books soon?! AFTER you write. please! I think the last entry must have been months ago *glares* hmmph. I want to write too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, tmr is Netball Carnival! In P4 we had netball carn too. But our class like lost every single game like 0-1, 0-2 etc. Oh! For ONE game we scored one point. But we still lost like 1-2 :P B'cos all those playing were er, the 'not so good ones' heehee. The 'better' ones were put into basketball. Then after that the teacher just randomly assigned us to play netball. Haha and I was the captain - centre player ... :P Despite my er, short, build? (haha. but I grew 6cm this year &lt;3)&gt; 4th floor, run down one block, go 4th floor-&gt; 6th floor, then all the way down to the 1st floor, run back down the block and back to her. B4 repeating the process AGAIN like 5 more times. By then we were all -.- and we couldn't stop running or you'll be in deep trouble if she found out. And we had to do long passes, from one end of the court to the other. If we didn't catch the ball we had to run round the basketball+netball courts 2x. Just for not catching it! *sheesh* Anyway, those were the days... :) I guess it er, toughened me up though. heehee... Ok sorry I think this is so unrelated. Anyway, all the best for netball carn (wait. why am I wishing you well when you're my opponent :P) ok i gtg or my mom will scream (maybe not. ) for using the comp for so long :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the books soon please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116229696374461926?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116229696374461926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116229696374461926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116229696374461926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116229696374461926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/embarassed-hello-sbms-i-found-out-that.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116220185820766158</id><published>2006-10-30T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:50:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;BOOKED! :'(&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sbms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a memorable day. I just got booked for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE *bows.* boohooohooohooohooo :'( :'( :'( lets observe a moment (I mean minute. no hour! no day!!!) of silence for this terrible fate :'( :'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is, I made Ying Jun get booked too! :'( B'cos I had to do comp studs digital portfolio, but the 2nd floor AND 4th floor comp labs were full!!! So end up we had to go library and do. Anyway in the 2nd floor comp lab, Ying Jun was using the comp I usually used :) So she kindly agreed to let me put my files on T drive. I had no other alternative so me and my frens went to the library to do comp studs. Then I realised T drive didn't work there, so I ran down with a thumbdrive and transferred the info over (Ying Jun kindly allowed me again.) Then later when I was using Ying Jun came up and said the comp lab ppl chased them out b'cos there was some survey thingee on. So I felt so bad, I was 'wasting' her computer time! Then she borrowed a laptop and started doing. Then she came into the computer room to find me and told me T drive won't work on that either. So I lent her my frens' thumbdrive and she ran down to save her info in. Then she came back up and said it didn't work. When she came in to tell me that the teacher decided we were too noisy and booked us. ALL the people in the comp room. So nice right! Even Ying Jun! I mean, she just came in for like 20 seconds, and then she got booked! I feel SOOOOOOOOOO BAD! I hai ying jun :'( *booohoooooo* I feel so terrible.  I think I made noise too. Actually basically almost everyone was talking, not that loudly, but added up together it was rather loud. So anyway *sigh* there marks the wonderful, eventful day. Breaking my record of not getting booked the whole year. What's even worse is breaking it in the last 4 days of school, for the most ridiculous thing! :'(  When we were SLs my friends and I would look at the list and laugh over the Making Excessive Noise booking in particular... we were thinking how silly it was :P that who on earth would ever be booked for that! Oh well. Serves me right for talking. I should have just kept quiet and shooed my friend (not ying jun ) who came to ask me sth away. *sigh* Oh well its over. I shall try not to get booked next year to make up for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just remembered. My class has like, 5 bookings :) So well... aiya. Anyway. I'm sorry Ying Jun!!!!! *booohoooooooooooooooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116220185820766158?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116220185820766158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116220185820766158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116220185820766158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116220185820766158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/booked-hello-sbms-today-was-memorable.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116193017282833416</id><published>2006-10-27T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:22:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Spamming :P&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Keyun and I were taking bus together. With Keyun's friend too, but Keyun abandoned her b'cos we had to move in and her friend was sitting down :P So mean leh I feel so bad. Haha at least we had lots of fun er... :) We were feeling in a hyper mood (Keyun your fault! :P) so we started smsing poor Jiayun. The messages went like this: (I shall try to rmbr. Keyun add in yours! I only rmbr 1 :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchange of messages (more like one-way though :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me) 17:52 "Hi Jiayun sorry do you know when we can get band photos (Keyun wants to say if you want change you can find yujia-bassoon  at batch corr :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me) 17:54"I think Keyun's the one not in a right state of mind don't listen to her! She's so sad that she got her great exam results back (some ppl r never satisfied)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me) 17:57 "Keyun has only one leg now... She's hopping about the bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jiayun) 18:04 "Aiyo darlings can you stop spamming me!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me) 18:12 "Aiyo darling so sorry but we were cracking an egg on Keyun's head and hoping a joke will fall out. Now we're at the interchange hopping abt on one leg :):):)"&lt;br /&gt;(Keyun) "Aiyo darling so sorry but we were cracking an egg on Talia's head and hoping a joke will fall out. Now we're at the interchange hopping abt on one leg :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me) 18:19 "Haha :) Ok sorry :$ thanks for taking me today anyway I've left Keyun already sorry sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee I think we're in deep trouble when we see jiayun again :P Anyway, I was at the vending machine buying instant noodles (I didn't eat much for my recess/lunch b'cos the teachers didn't release our class (marking papers)) and Keyun was like pressuring me to buy :P Then along came Jiayun and (I think) Amanda Loke and then they went to the vending machine. While the cup noodles were in the vending machine filling up with hot water. Then I got so embarrassed and started laughing and laughing and then Keyun (so comforting) came up to me and told me I was all red and started laughing with me too. I tried to stop and then started asking Keyun something about our batch chalet having a bbq or not. All this while they were looking weirdly at us... then came up to us *gasp* and *phew* asked for change. Then I was like "er.... I have 50cents?" and Keyun was "I have 10cents". Then Jiayun was "haha nvm" and walked off... stared sadly at the vending machine and walked away. haha ok that's a bit exaggerated. Then Keyun was so happy she flung the 10cent coin away and it was never to be found again (by us, at least). Yu Jia however who had been playing her bassoon in the canteen and it sounded like an elephant! was so scared she RAN up the stairs leaving us behind :( heehee then later she said she had change when I asked her but then didn't dare to go lend Jiayun b'cos it'd seem so "attention-seeking" :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jiayun took me too... We were all practising (becca, me, yujia, jess. Keyun was doing digital portfolio) and then Jiayun suddenly appeared and said, "do you want me to take you?" I was kind of scared (yes she is rather fierce lah keyun. Admit it. you're scared too :P) then I said "uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, I don't know!" Then she said "uhh... ok choose one hand" so I picked one and she said "oh. Then I don't take you" and walked away *phew phew phew* but nice of her to offer. Then we continued practising and laughing and joking especially when I er, jazzed up the song for you for them to hear. And doing the thing with my flute which mr oura said we're supposed to do but ended up doing something more like a body wave. They were laughing and laughing and laughing (esp jess :P) Anyway an hour or so later we saw jiayun walking at the blk-D corr facing our batch corr so we all were laughing then immediately went back to playing *so guai hor*. A few minutes later Jiayun appeared with Amanda Loke and then said, "oh, can I take you, I'm really bored..." :O:O!!!!?!????!!!! I didn't know any senior would ever say that. heehee. But at least I've somewhat overcomed my fear of being taken by directs b'cos they already hear how lousy I am during main band. So I don't really mind anymore :P Anyway, I'm not sure if I wlil be so selfless and selfsacrificial next time :P I mean, why would she WANT to take me?! I would leave my junior in peace to practise and not spy on them by walking along a parallel corridor and freaking them out :) Duty? Responsibility? Or Kindness? compassion? I wonder. :D I think its the former though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok that sounds like some er, comparison dunnowhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came home the EARLIEST I've EVER come home in a long time. I think I reached home around 1:10pm. I was plannign to do my digital portfolio but the comp lab was TOTALLY full. Our class also had Drama Night rehearsal in class today, i do hope that our class makes it to drama night! I think it is MUCH better than our orientation piece. that one was so yuck. But it did take a lot of hard work... Some of us skipped recess and even though we weren't actually like actresses or anything, we er, ended up very busy trying to help this whole thing along. Oh well. I guess we were rather productive today. We finished rehearsing mostly and finished almost all the props (especially the background which I'm proud of. We spent like 2 hours, maybe 15 of us - actually managed to get so many ppl! - and painted about 10 buildings with 4 colours, 2 paintbrushes and 15x10 fingers. heehee. My nails were black and stuff and I didn't have time to wash my hands til after school, so it was all dried, so eesh. At least they were rather long so I cut them off, now not so bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I think I said a lot liao. I'm gonna study for theory (g5 theory exam tmr! I HAVE to pass it... -first time taking - if not I can't do grade 7 (or anything above grade 5.) And I would have wasted my parents' $$$. I've gotta type out my stuff for digital portfolio too. Then all I have to do in school is copy-paste it over to dreamweaver. I really hope there's time and the space to do it leh. If not I die :'( comp studs get er, NI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116193017282833416?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116193017282833416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116193017282833416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116193017282833416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116193017282833416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/spamming-p-hi-yesterday-keyun-and-i.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116186956305438425</id><published>2006-10-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:32:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi sb(=&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog! Since I can't stand my photo appearing everytime I come here. Yj still doesn't know this blog's existence does she? Sigh then we're using her photos illegally without her permission =P She said she's not a "photo" person anyway. Nor is she a "blog" person. Haha she said she's more of music and movies.. Fell in &lt;3 with "M"s haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today while going home with Talia we sms-ed Jiayun on the bus a lot of times till both of us were hopping about with one leg each. Okay short post. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Keyun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116186956305438425?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116186956305438425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116186956305438425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116186956305438425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116186956305438425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-sb-i-shall-blog-since-i-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116168245281280614</id><published>2006-10-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:34:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/talia%20keyun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/talia%20keyun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/me%20on%20ada"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/me%20on%20ada%27s%20picture%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/me%20eating%20apple%20pie%202006%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/me%20eating%20apple%20pie%202006%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/fries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/shimin%20ethel%20yifan%20photo%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/shimin%20ethel%20yifan%20photo%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha another batch of photos, which are so silly... especially the one where ada looks like a giant (hey. Keyun MADE me do that lor) Lets see, there's:&lt;br /&gt;1. me and keyun (yj you ran off too soon)&lt;br /&gt;2. me eating an apple pie (er...)&lt;br /&gt;3. me on ada's picture (keyun made me :( )&lt;br /&gt;4. the fries me and keyun shared that day :)&lt;br /&gt;5. shimin ethel and yifan. I couldn't find another pic to put so I just put theirs. heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep we shld take more photos and then laugh at ourselves next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116168245281280614?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116168245281280614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116168245281280614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116168245281280614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116168245281280614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/photos-haha-another-batch-of-photos.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116168149120012745</id><published>2006-10-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:47:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/2%20Fluboes%2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/1%20Fluboes%2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/1%20Fluboes%2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/4%20Fluboes%2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/3%20Fluboes%2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/3%20Fluboes%2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/1600/1%20ying%20jun%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2136/4072/320/1%20ying%20jun%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photos!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi sbms! I just feel like posting our photos here =) anyway YJ hasn't seen them yet. YJ you can download them. Oh so sad, only 5 can be uploaded :( Never mind. Some are so blurry! (Jess is a BAD photographer heehee) but Keyun is worse! she doesn't even know how to use her own camera -.-" And didn't even put in batteries that can be used &gt;&lt; heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I shall post again and put up the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116168149120012745?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116168149120012745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116168149120012745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116168149120012745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116168149120012745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/photos-heehee.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116160237447787160</id><published>2006-10-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:19:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey sb(=&lt;br /&gt;Talia &lt;3 to crap doesn't she=P The double reed blog is not redundant okayy!!! If so then isn't blogs with only 1 owner even more redundant! See, Talia. You just have to use your logic when you speak, or type for that matter =D&lt;br /&gt;Yes I heard that Talia. But I think being as smart as our seniors are they'll find out anyway. Ohwell. Noo I hated recruit band! That guy obviously was so ignorant and even when I played so badly all he knows is tell me I sound nice, causing such contrast to what my seniors say&gt;.&lt; Sigh. I can understand Mr Oura! Cos I use to take jap haha=)  At least at main band I LEARN stuff, not like recruit band just like a waste of time sitting and tuning for like what, 2 WHOLE HRS?! He's got a screw loose somewhere I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me I am responsible! You could have like at least looked for me... And you know how terrible it was to climb those dreadful stairs just to find you guys everytime=/ I brought the camera to take photos and I had a big scolding from my dad cos I was staying up too late just to attempt sending them to you but still failed. See! I did things okay )=&lt;br /&gt;Did I sms a lot?? Oh well at least I got you a new phone =P&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for band prac to start again(not that I can play very well alr) but I miss them! &gt;.&lt; And I'm tired of arranging scores, they give me such big headaches and heartaches )= Time passes very fast when I do that and I'm afraid I'll get old very quickly and have wrinkles =P Okay out of point. Lets make seals our sb's uh representation? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 keyun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116160237447787160?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116160237447787160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116160237447787160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116160237447787160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116160237447787160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-sb-talia.html' title=''/><author><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-36437902.post-116158957260491014</id><published>2006-10-23T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:46:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hello!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi section! Yes I know this is so redundant, only 3 of us =) Still, its fun, and the double reed one is even more redundant :P Only 2 of them, yet they still make a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYs are over!!! Hip hip --- hooray! So nice of the school to give us a holiday today (Marking day--&gt; poor teachers must be in tears over our terrible scripts. Or mine at least.)  We've got a holiday tomorrow and the day after too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we please don't tell others about this, keep it personal, then we can look back and read about our happy times together (KEYUN! HEAR THAT *ahem*) We shall keep this as a 'diary' okay, and not for others to post comments =) please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered yesterday, that time in recruit band I was faithfully sitting at the edge of the chair as Ada and Joyce told me at the start of the year. Then I was looking at the score and suddenly... *poof!* I fell right off the chair, plunging into the stand and knocking it down, my chair coming down alongside (behind, to be more accurate -- or is it precise???) and RIGHT into the horrified Mr Tan. Rousing applause sounded -yeah right- more like fits of laughter. I was SO SUPER EMBARRASSED. I prefer Recruit Band to Main Band. Even though its more slack, and we don't do anything much but tuning (so irritating). I mean sure, in main band we learn much nicer and longer and tougher pieces, which helps you improve, but I really LOVED recruit band. I told YJ and found out she empathises with me too! =) I'm not sure about Keyun though, but YJ and I used to look forward to recruit band all day long -i'm not exaggerating this one, at least. It was the 'highlight of the day', a greater highlight than recess or lunch. Can you believe that?! Then when we were commanded to go for main band for the first time, and heard the seniors effortlessly sight-reading the variations on an english folk song (basically the swanee river or sth), I KNEW I'd hate main band. Eesh. Its so... strict, formal, scary, etcetc. The last main band practice we were playing outside the Hall, and then Mr Oura *horrors!* made me play F major scale two octaves in ONE BREATH. And I was sooooo scared, but I couldn't possibly run to the toilet or sth, so I had to. &gt;&lt; Then he started 'scolding' in this odd accent and I couldn't understand a thing. So I played it 2 more times and he still looked furious. Then Amanda(Keyun's direct) whispered: "Slur! Slur!" Ah! I got it! He wants me to slur, okay, I was tonguing. So I started slurring it, then he started saying something about no crescendo and seemed to be doing a body wave in the air! heehee I had no idea what he was saying, but thankfully he dropped the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember also another time during recruit band, Mr Tan made me play the solo for the Shackleford Banks, then after that I was sooooo-nervous, my lips started trembling! I was so shocked, I didn't know why they wanted to tremble, they were just twitching about b'cos of my nervousness. I was blowing like (too-too-tototototototooo-tooototoo-tooo) for the first bar. Then the rest burst out laughing b'cos they thought I was actually laughing, when I was trembling. So ridiculous right, But I do have stage fright :P Mr Tan was rather mad b'cos he thought I was playing the fool too. Sheesh couldn't he tell I was scared?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at the start of the year, Ada and Joyce took me, I could only hold for 2 counts b'cos of my accident when I was P6 and cut my lip and blahblah so my lips are uneven, so my embrochure was bleagh. Its amazing that I've been blessed and am now able to hold it for like 15 counts when I'm warmed up. Haha I was 'condemned': "Your embrochure will never improve if you use this embrochure". So after 2 hours of playing and playing one day, with lots of determination, my embrochure miraculously decided to change itself and *whalah!* I could start holding notes longer-than-3counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayun's birthday was umm 7 days ago I think. Keyun is so irresponsible :) "I'll come early, don't worry!" And end up... *hmmph* she comes at 7.17, so we rush off to the sec3 corr to find nobody but our sec2 seniors in their corr. The next day, one day after Jiayun's b'day, I was waiting in class, waiting for Keyun to come... she said she'd bring wrapping paper that day. And end up? *hmmph* So finally 2 days belated, I wrapped the present and placed in Jiayun's class tray =D *KEYUN!!! :@:@*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think my post is really super long. Not bad for a first post =) I'm going out now... my dad says he'll buy me a new handphone! =) B'cos Keyun started smsing me so much, my handphone bill shot up to like $10 a month :( so yeah we're going to buy a contract. So cool! First time in dunno how many years i can get a new phone. Yay! Today my current phone ran out of money and my call to Keyun was suddenly stopped -- I was talking to her in BPP planning our batch chalet, telling her my dad could lend some money so her mom might allow... yeah so... it was so funny =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm going out now! yay! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 talia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36437902-116158957260491014?l=fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/feeds/116158957260491014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36437902&amp;postID=116158957260491014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116158957260491014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36437902/posts/default/116158957260491014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluteoboeflute.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-then-he-started-scolding-in-this.html' title=''/><author><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>
