<?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-9048300955194069443</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:47:38.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeverJumpOverTheMoon.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5703865455493318219</id><published>2010-07-27T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:43:41.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional slump?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/TE77_AoLMVI/AAAAAAAAALc/olUiLj-QsHA/s1600/rosie-hardy-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498609254984790354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/TE77_AoLMVI/AAAAAAAAALc/olUiLj-QsHA/s400/rosie-hardy-tm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's just part of the cycle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or it's just me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting out of an emotional slump ain't easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It creeps upon you when you aren't noticing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you realise it's there, you can feel it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definitely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you had to come out and made it messier,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've left you behind on the dusty road miles back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you tagged along on my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dreams beckoned to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enticing me to put down my burdens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But can I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna feel the sun on my face again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweet feeling of carefree,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without worries and fears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i will be surrounded by laughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all caged birds, aren't we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trapped in a system that sought to give the best for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at what cost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody gets down from time to time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But does it need to get so, hurtful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feeling of being abandoned by joy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the feeling that you can't accomplished anything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just what I'm feeling now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't need to get to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody is perfect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need a channel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dudder out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5703865455493318219?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5703865455493318219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5703865455493318219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5703865455493318219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5703865455493318219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/07/emotional-slump_27.html' title='Emotional slump?'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/TE77_AoLMVI/AAAAAAAAALc/olUiLj-QsHA/s72-c/rosie-hardy-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3814563408006006172</id><published>2010-07-22T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:22:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Have opened up another blog, not on blogger though;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So here it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;http://rootingthroughmylife.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promise i won't neglect this blog (though i havent touched this one since May..)&lt;br /&gt;kah mun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3814563408006006172?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3814563408006006172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3814563408006006172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3814563408006006172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3814563408006006172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-one.html' title='Another one'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-7553164438611769432</id><published>2010-05-02T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:49:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk - smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It ain't easy, i tell ya. Life at jc equals to no life at all.&lt;/span&gt; Notes, homework and term tests literally engulf me, and oh, not to mention projects, photog stuff and relationships. But its another stage us typical Singaporeans have to go through. And at my school, PE is tough. That's like 16 rounds of track per week, aka 6.4km. I'm not kidding. Are there any jcs out there whose PE is tougher? And yep, sometimes the teachers would throw in 200 skips, jumps, seat ups, pull ups, crunches etc etc. Never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the urge to go out and run now, even if its already twelve plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out this past two days thanks to PW.  Sat: Consultation with Ms Choy at Macs was a flop since we were all chased out of the place, and we had to trudge back to school instead. Followed by lunch with seow hwee, jiayu, kenny and kangwei, peppered with gossip at AMK. (Cant believe what kangwei did, lols.) Then its a train ride down to meet my mom at Suntec, where she's meeting her financial consultant. While they conversed, I ended up 'snoring' on my history notes.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Cold war is pretty long, i couldn't really see the end of it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, its Starbucks wif Seow hwee, ayesha, kenny and Mikhail and we are doing PW AGAIN. Spent the next 2 and a half hours sharing 2 cups of coffee (we are not saliva conscious), being serious, joking and thinking. By viola, we managed to finish our GPP, thank goodness, and then on to Macs for lunch, guess I'm not getting much of a choice here...And  i realised two of my groupmates are strikingly similar to Crayon Shinchan...u noe who u are(winks). In truth, im experiencing a kinda different culture from u guys right now, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its really nice to go out in a group together, with members of both gender. Boys aren't really as reclusive as i think and they are pretty much ok to go along with. And Ayesha + Seow hwee are fun people to be with:) Then its studying at Elvira's. Haven't seen her for quite some time, so its half talk and half study hahas. Had rum and raisin ice cream that kept me awake till now, and not to forget the yummy fried Mars choco balls Elvira bought that are giving me a scratchy throat right now (thanks for thinking of me when u up-sized that order gurl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its back to school work and I would like the bed now please, the rum's wearing off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undecided whether she feels stressed or numbed,&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-7553164438611769432?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7553164438611769432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=7553164438611769432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7553164438611769432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7553164438611769432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/tsk-tsk-smiles.html' title='Tsk tsk - smiles'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8178875869548611712</id><published>2010-04-17T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:59:46.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It may sound typical to you but for me, it has turned my week upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My grandma was in the hospital and last Sunday, she took a terrible turn for the worst. Dad was with her from Sat night till Sun morning and when he came back, he was in tears. That was when i knew something was terribly wrong. She was in and out of the hospital twice last month due to high glucose content in her blood, aggravated by her diabetic condition. And that Sunday, her kidney showed signs of malfunctioning and she was in pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When i went to see her at the hospital, she had changed so much, so old and fragile. My grandmother is in a critical condition, if the fact that the hospital allowed all 12 of us into the ward after visiting hours was any indication. For the third time in my life, i felt what near-death was like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The next day, i dreaded going to school. But you guys have pulled me up and supported me till i felt better. Your company and smses have been a great consolation. Thanks a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For the love of life, she has been recovering since Wednesday. At 90 years old, she is the strongest person I've ever known. She raised her nine kids single-handedly and made sure most of them received an education, no matter how tough life is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And my Dad, who showed me the true meaning of filial piety. He stayed with my grandmother almost everyday, keeping her optimistic and cared for her every need. He would also be sure to visit my grandmother every week, before she was admitted. The best thing a child could give to his/her parent?-Love and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Love, care and support are always the strongest during such dark times, and i understood now. Family will always be what i treasure most, always. I will not be who i am without the care and love of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Friends are a phrase of my life, but family is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yep, i am pro-family. Nevertheless, i treasure my friends too as good friends are rare and hard to find. Finally thanks to Jiaying and Atiqah, for being my pillar of support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Great news, she is still recovering!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stay strong, Ah ma! Do not give up, i want you to be there when i graduate from university, promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your granddaughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mun mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8178875869548611712?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8178875869548611712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8178875869548611712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8178875869548611712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8178875869548611712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-of-thanks.html' title='Word of thanks'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8807978403798832851</id><published>2010-03-22T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:20:41.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;     Thought it time to honour all my friends who have been pillers, listeners, comforters and buddies to me during the secondary school years:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jiayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vivian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sharafina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Elvira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Xiaoyun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Xinyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mengying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laiyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guan hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And not forgetting my Pri school pals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yizhuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chn zhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rui qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Adelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Liu Qiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Madeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chew yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jiaqing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maryana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wenling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks guys for all the support you've given me over the years! You have no idea how much i appreciate our friendships, no matter how long or short it is. So just wanna wish you all blastin' good times ahead!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;kahmun:):) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8807978403798832851?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8807978403798832851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8807978403798832851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8807978403798832851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8807978403798832851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-something.html' title='Time for something...'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-4562779982581242640</id><published>2010-03-01T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:35:34.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Whoosh, its been a seriously long time since i left any 'literary' works here.lol... Well anyway, have since shifted school to a new college life in Anderson jc. And yeah, its a mugger school, which till recently, i am in the dark about. Jeez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So ya, hadnt been in school last fri and i return to school today to find out that i had many unfinished homework. And we had to pay for notes here and files there, not to mention the optional broader perspectives' magazine. Its been only like four days since the real timetable starts and i am beginning to feel like a mugger~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weell, i've got to say my P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;DG aka class, is not bad at all. They were a cheery and united bunch and quite easy to talk to. Of course being a rather conservative person, it will be some time before i can really joke and crap like nobody's business with them. And did i tell you, we were already designing our class hoodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my CCA, i decided to join something n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ew instead of chinese orchestra and viola! I got into the photographic society, which is a rather cool and important CCA here in AJ. And the latest exciting news....i am selected as a volunteer for the upcoming Youth Olympics!! Man, i am so excited, can actually meet people from all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; the world and watch the events for free!(i guess:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Nan Chiau last week and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;was a little sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/S4umbw6feBI/AAAAAAAAALU/9J9z_Mdlmbs/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/S4umbw6feBI/AAAAAAAAALU/9J9z_Mdlmbs/s400/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443627570524289042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's to a new life in AJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/S4ue-TUXCaI/AAAAAAAAALM/P_503t_zMqQ/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/S4ue-TUXCaI/AAAAAAAAALM/P_503t_zMqQ/s400/DSC04394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443619367782123938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;kahmun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-4562779982581242640?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4562779982581242640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=4562779982581242640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4562779982581242640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4562779982581242640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2010/03/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/S4umbw6feBI/AAAAAAAAALU/9J9z_Mdlmbs/s72-c/DSC04387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-855383153145268960</id><published>2009-11-14T17:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:24:54.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In rememberance pt 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yep, back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bodyworlds&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and it was exhausting,(i actually slept on the bus back.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; glad i made this trip. The guy in charge of our demo session was actually called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seetoh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sharafina&lt;/span&gt; were like 'Is he your father?' Man, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; call him my relative...And he went on to explain some bio stuff which i can assure you is unnecessary, that is till he reached the part on the reproductive organs. You can actually feel that everybody in the room is getting excited. All thanks to the unidentified male human specimen on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppt&lt;/span&gt; slide. His '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahhem&lt;/span&gt;' is very obviously, hanging out.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Seetoh&lt;/span&gt; then went on to justify some human anatomy that is wrong in the picture due to the angle at which the photo was taken and yep, everybody burst into excited giggles. He even gave us five minutes of sex education...oh gosh. Disclaimer:He is seriously not my relative. The exhibition was fine, though i expected a bigger one, and you cant touch most of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they were encased. It took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jy&lt;/span&gt; and me 1hr 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to finish the winding exhibition and by this time, we were famished. Obviously porridge cant fill you for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well spent the whole day packing up my notes and books for recycling and there was sooo much. My room was in a total mess and is still now. Sigh, luckily i hadnt caught a flu, what with all the dust flying about from all those papers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sv6cayorULI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KnmCDYt_hi8/s1600-h/14112009037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sv6cayorULI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KnmCDYt_hi8/s400/14112009037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403928586974089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the papers amount to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sv6dO0cZHAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xZ2kxP4r830/s1600-h/14112009042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sv6dO0cZHAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xZ2kxP4r830/s400/14112009042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403929480812633090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe this was cleaner than it was just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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;Anyway since this is about remembering, i shall continue.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2000- Mainly i started out school at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Qifa&lt;/span&gt;. On the first day, i met Victor. He is kinda mixed blood and was loads of fun. We took the same school bus together and i remembered sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; him. And he is one little devil...he tickled me the whole way home. I was so busy getting back at him that i actually forget to get down the bus at my stop! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The bus auntie had to come and pull me out of the seat before i realised i was home,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Silly me. And yep, meet Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Poon&lt;/span&gt;, form teacher for class 1c. The first time i see her, i thought i saw a giant or something. Then and there, i promised to behave well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; want to step on her toes. Her non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chalant&lt;/span&gt; look alone is enough for me. There was one time she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; in class and Victor was asked to sit by himself in the middle of the classroom for talking and i dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; what happened, but he started eating paper! The whole class was shocked at first and at the next second, everybody started throwing papers at him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;aasking&lt;/span&gt; him to eat again. This guy's a weirdo...I remembered another one of my guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;frien&lt;/span&gt; eating...yep, colour pencil leads from the shavings. Its a wonder i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; started eating them myself at that age.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was typical in a primary school, we were lined up in boy/girl pairs. I was the tallest girl in my class and got paired to this boy bigger-sized then me. His hands were flaking(tuo pi)! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt;...i think he had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; or something. Man, i had to endure countless of times holding his hands. Believe me, i was seriously reluctant and even tried to avoid holding hands with him. I never get to escape, cuz he will always grab my hand instead. Then came that one day i was shocked out of my wits. He told his friend in front of me that when he grows up, he wants to marry me.(!!!!!) I was at a lost of words and kept looking at the ground, maybe wishing that a hole would would open up and swallow me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, i was enrolled into Rotary childcare centre near my house. It was like this big private area wif a single storey house and it was a great place as there was a lot of outdoor space for us kids to roam and explore. (it was torn down two years back and converted to an O level exam centre- imagine my shock). Anyway, the first person i saw and who later became my best friend, was Liu Qiao. We bcame best buddies since and we were always seen wif each other at the childcare. There was this seriously interesting episode that i happened to witness but i wouldnt say it, to protect my this particular facebook friend.lol. But i wouldnt forget it, ok maybe this is the reason why i recognised him on facebook despite losing in touch for like eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001- Had a change of form teacher.whew. Chong Yan became my desk buddy and the unfortunate victim of my teasings. He always liked to hum a song while doing worksheets under his breath and i always managed to hear it. In response, i leaned in closer and flashed a big smile at him. He would then immediately stop humming and asked ' what!'. Can totally see that he was embarrassed haha. And i myself did the same thing one day, and he got back at me tic for tac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days at the childcare was rather routine: School ends go to childcare, followed by a bath,lunch and then homework before play. I also had another great buddy, Joanna. (We were however not very close till about pri three or four.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002- I really cant remember much of this year except that i got this really unique form teacher. We call her Ms Shara, but in fact, her name is much longer than this, and i mean much much longer. Every morning before lessons, she would switch off the lights and lighted a candle. She would then asked us to close our eyes and want us to imagine a scene. At first, i would follow,but this later became a chance for me to doze off a little while.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 to 2003- Holidays were spent at the childcare and they were the most fun filled time of my life. Mr Wee, who was in charge of the childcare centre, had built a playground and a sand pit beside the basketball court. You cant imagine how elated we were. The wole group of us (approx 20 ppl) spent many afternoons playing blind mice on the playground. We had to stay on the structure or we would lose and become the next blind mouse if we ever dropped to the sand pit below. The walking space on the structure itself was particularly limited and for this reason, we resorted to hanging out and even climding up onto the roof to get out of the way. If you'd actually look, you can see everybody covering every avaliable outside wall of the playground. Laughs. We were like all struggling to hold on while the blind mouse slowly made his way and waving his hands around. Sometimes, some of us would just lost our grip(me included) and get into a sandy mess. I would always go home like a sweaty pig.lol. There was this another time when us girls did something particularly daring. During bathe time, we locked the door of the shared bathroom and flooded the whole place! We can even sort of swim in it. Then Mdm Lee found out. Dang! We thought we were discreet enough but the excited sqeals apparently cant escape her sharp ears. She has a petite build and a strictness that is inversely proportioned. The moment she rapped her knuckles on the door, all my friends rushed to the cubicles and locked the doors, that is except for me. LOl all of them pangseh me! Then i had to become the scrapgoat by opening the door and getting slapped on the butt with a ruler. She had her eyes glued to us from that day onwards. Other than this, we also played typical girl games like 'family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, we had a new friend and she knew how to do cartwheels. We begged her to teach us and all of us spent afternoons trying to master this art. The first time i did, gravity pulled me down halfway and i knocked the crown of my head on the hard floor of the basketball court. Yep but i managed to do cartwheels smoothly after more such attempts. But the one thing i hadnt got the hang of is handstands. There is this one time I did a handstand on the slope at the entrance and managed to get myself upright. I was grinning like nodoby's business, and then came the fall. The slope and gravity had worked against me and i just fall flat down the slope. Man, i would never do a handstand there again. Us girls also liked to hang out at the monkey bars, where we were practically monkeys, hanging upside down and doing turnovers...those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper primary school days will be left for later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Oh and i downloaded 262 songs today from Comes With Music, shiok sia.hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-855383153145268960?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/855383153145268960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=855383153145268960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/855383153145268960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/855383153145268960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-rememberance-pt-3.html' title='In rememberance pt 3'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sv6cayorULI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KnmCDYt_hi8/s72-c/14112009037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3027188665427526321</id><published>2009-11-13T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:44:58.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In rememberance p t2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep time certainly flies...its already down to the last paper, and that will be a weekend away.lol. Been thinking about lots of stuff, especially since i've recently got myself involved in facebook (bad timing, i know).&lt;br /&gt;Truckloads of friends and memories just overwhelmed me. Gosh i miss my primary school days so much! And yep, the years at Rotary childcare centre were also much remembered, thanks to joanna (my Barbie doll partner.lol)&lt;br /&gt;Went to group forum for Qifa's alumni and they were all talking about Mrs Poon! Hahas! I cant help but double over, they were all remembering about her 'fake' hair, red long fingernails and her 'sternness'. Even as she taught me only in pri one, young as we were, we were already speculating the authenticity of her crop hair.LOL. (by arguing about her hairline!!) I remembered the first question she asked me was 'Are you a cantonese?' to which i meekly nodded. Seriously i was scared of her, she is kinda big boned...From then on, she call me Kar Mun (cantonese style in a higher pitch). Man i cringed whenever she said that...&lt;br /&gt;She only scolded me once (i am a good gurl ya noe) for some mistakes in my work and is one that i am not likely to forget, i was soo embarassed...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway more later on, going for the BodyWorlds exhibition later, Cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3027188665427526321?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3027188665427526321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3027188665427526321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3027188665427526321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3027188665427526321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-rememberance-p-t2.html' title='In rememberance p t2'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-2988007779520165730</id><published>2009-10-17T14:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:36:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In remembrance ~pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been preparing for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; and decided to take some time out to do this. And i really have to say this: "I'm gonna miss you guys!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xiaoyun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vivian&lt;/span&gt;+co: We've been through a lot in co, with all that practising and scoldings, and not to mention some mischief-making in the middle 'laughs'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xiaoyun&lt;/span&gt; do you remember that we spent five torturous months learning the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sheng&lt;/span&gt; and managed to perform in time for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; school's public performance? That was a really novel experience and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe we spent three quarters of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; holidays- going back to school everyday! I believe we had put up a great show, no matter that we are the first batch. And no matter how much scoldings we'd endured during that time, i was really pleased when our thirty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; orchestra swept the audience off their feet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Werent&lt;/span&gt; you feeling glad too, when all of our efforts had amounted to something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was only then that i realised the meaning of teamwork, when the sounds of all of the instruments weave among each other, fiddling with each other playfully...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. Remember when i twisted my pipe right in front of the conductor, and her face went totally twisted - oops. I was so scared i was practically sweating buckets in that cold room. Luckily air could still pass through that constricted airway and i do not have to pay for a new one.(whew...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt;- We had a new teacher, Wu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;. Boy am i so glad. Big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Guo&lt;/span&gt; scares me man. Then our duo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sheng&lt;/span&gt; group welcomes two new members- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vivian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xioayun&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; have presented a better impression of ourselves when the both of you walked into the room- to see us playing doe to ti in the corner. Well actually, we were asked to play all of our 36 fingerings in order- 20 times. so embarrassing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;manz&lt;/span&gt;...We dun really start off too well did we? Nevertheless, i got used to turning to my right and seeing the three of you beside me. It was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; i guess, that pulls us together. The many days spent together in practises &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; have bonded us more. Remember the days when all of us would walk home together, and all we'd talked about was the conductor! We've certainly got lots of complaints-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And remember how nervous we were, outside the door leading to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; stage. Months of preparation have led us here, and i cant tell you how intimidated i got when the previous orchestra, Catholic high, blasted their songs right through the thick wooden door. Boys certainly do have lots of energy...And can you believe we've got silver! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never forget the Catholic boys behind me when they gave ear-splitting screams of joy after hearing the results. We were shocked- i mean they were boys rite? They became our joke that day...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Stx2jYnhYBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BusKTKnxTFU/s1600-h/syf07.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394316803958726674" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Stx2jYnhYBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BusKTKnxTFU/s400/syf07.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silver!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;- The year really started off b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;adly- with the passing of our beloved teacher,Wu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;. For a moment, I'm sure all of us were really shocked. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; just seem the type to die suddenly...did he? He seem so well the last time we saw him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We wept together that very day...Nevertheless, we had to go on. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; became our tutor not long later. Also started on preparations for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;-Did you see the conductor's face when she came in and spot the both of you in front of the blank whiteboard? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. She wont be glad to hear that we have been teaching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; to to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;.~ Remember during the break, we went down to get drinks and instead spent an extra half an hour watching the parade ceremony rehearsal. Wanting to get a better look, we had to pass by that corridor (that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sharafina&lt;/span&gt; had termed as 'the hall of smells') after the cadets file out, and boy it really stinks!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;That day during the school's anniversary, i had a really great time - laughing at 'jiggly' in the parade, along with Gable and De &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;han (or is it Tai yun?)&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; imagine what we were thinking, it was simply hilarious. Really had to hand it to the both of them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were really quite exasperated nearing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt;. There was just a lot of stuff that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; seem right. The melody, the attitude, teamwork...But we've put in our very best. Not to mention the atmosphere everybody felt when playing at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SYF in front of the judges&lt;/span&gt;,- we were actually &lt;strong&gt;enjoying ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;...we were swaying and moving as a group with the music, strolling, racing and even having instrument conversations! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to elaborate how everybody was feeling after that. The world seems so much more colourful and for just a moment, we believed that we had outdone ourselves. And it had all came crashing down when the results were announced. Even as we console ourselves that it was not our playing that has caused us to lose marks, it was nevertheless a heavy weight indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even so, i will always remember fondly the days we had. How Janice had suddenly pulled my bag, and caused me to fall backwards. (Man, i was so surprised.) All the concerts and performances we had ever performed in, and some funny incidents that happen along the way...The days we spent hiding at the staircase playing our music, the grumbles we had lugging our heavy instruments from one place to another, pretending to play when the presidents and teachers walked past...and not to mention how we had teased zhao lao shi - in english. And oh, the fridays we spent at the pool. Doing our very own silly 'skydiving', teaching janice and xiaoyun the art of kicking and breathing(!), racing with vivian to see who could dive the longest and furthest, and the highlight of the day...watching housewives doing aqua aerobics underwater. We'd nearly choked from all that laughing in the water-laughs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/StmDdOIVVJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O9FQIPiR-bQ/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393486566785373330" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/StmDdOIVVJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/O9FQIPiR-bQ/s400/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/StmE3ty9c1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/VvrtyFrnDM8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393488121473889106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/StmE3ty9c1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/VvrtyFrnDM8/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Sheng rocks forever manz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;BFs forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;kahmun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-2988007779520165730?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2988007779520165730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=2988007779520165730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2988007779520165730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2988007779520165730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/sniff.html' title='In remembrance ~pt1'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Stx2jYnhYBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BusKTKnxTFU/s72-c/syf07.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-9026388705798265655</id><published>2009-09-07T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:37:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me repentent</title><content type='html'>zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i really dun noe what came over me the other day and it got better today. Had chem lesson jux now and i realised that she is still the teacher i respected. I guess she was in a bad mood that day. Really hope she remains cheerful in spite of all she had went through the past year. And i sincerely apologized for letting off some of my steam on her. '-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite moody on sat but it was better on sun. JY came to my house and we played badminton wif my family. Havent done this in a long time and it was thoroughly fun. Dad was as fit as he was before he got dengue two years ago and Bro had grown up to be as tall as me. Dad and i paired up in a match against bro and i bet i lost hundreds of calories running around and stretching to hit the shuttlecock. The result? i had aching legs today and i almost limped to school. Owells, after that we had breakfast and jy and i went to the temple to study. Sneaked in some chips and chocolates on the way. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i realised today that i must stop being so moody, if i continue in this state, how am i going to sit for my O's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buck up kahmun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-9026388705798265655?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9026388705798265655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=9026388705798265655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/9026388705798265655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/9026388705798265655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/call-me-repentent.html' title='Call me repentent'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3200264889774272927</id><published>2009-09-03T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:01:25.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dunno why but i kinda am getting frustrated these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Whats with sweet sixteen...i mean its totally not sweet. Exams, study and more exams. Initially thought i could handle it...be optimistic, but why am i not feeling that way now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wouldnt want my posts to sound like a rambling session but kinda cant help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The only thing comforting now was jy - Thanks so much!- Cant wait to go on our shopping spree next week:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Didnt have exams today so i stayed at home and slacked the whole day, cant just bring myself to study...whats waiting for me are chem papers..zzz..i seriously dun mind doing but her attitude is just driving me up the wall. Used to respect her and now...well she's just another person. I really dun need her critical eye now...its not like i didnt cared abt chem, i seriously do and even loved it (for a while at least) but she's making it rather hard for me. I had a notion to get an A1 for chem to show her that i can do it, and i will do my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Like most of my friends, i am waiting for the day i can get out of this school. I do love my school but all good things come to an end and i am ready, and want to move on. A new environment would be really nice, you can start over and not have to experience the same mundane life i kinda am living in now. Kudos to the phrase "All work and no play makes jack a dull boy". Well i am feeling rather dull rite now. I need to start a new life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I thought i would never have to say this but here it is - "I dun like Chinese!" I do want to get an A1 for it but since i didnt, i am willing to retake it at the end of the year...but its not like i am going to put in my best effort in it, as it is, this topic has been like an extinguished flame. Mundane revision and worksheets simply squashed it out...dun feel like taking it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Just realised my schhol wasnt at all that innocent i initially thought it was...now that i am in the graduating batch, i found out that they are basically results-obssessed. Take him for example, just prior to our eng orals, he kept reminding us to 'follow our teachers closely', 'have to do our best'etc etc. Its seriously getting on my nerves...i mean everything seems so satirical. I thought he would be more concerned about our welfare but all i see in his eyes and hear from his mouth are A1s and value-added achievements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Haiz..I am so tired. Mentally. I do admit that i totally slacked today but i dont see the point in studying today. I was not in the mood to do it. Even so, i did a whole chem paper (her hw) albeit half-heartedly. I cant help but snicker at myself, why am i pushing so hard to get an A for the prelims when the o'levels are actually a notch easier than those papers invented to 'train' us? Its totally demoralising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Imagine my disappointment after doing chem papers consistently for the whole of the June holidays. I didnt aim for an A1 but something better than a 'just pass' and i dun even want to think about the feeling she gave to me after announcing my results in front of the class. Her tone is just...confidence-crushing. Nevertheless, i decide to ignore it. But she totally went too far that fateful day. i noe its my fault for not doing the work she assigned but did she need to say all those hurtful stuff? Does not doing your homework makes you unqualified for the 'pure' chem stream? And whats with the "Those that shouldnt be hanging are still hanging on..."? She lost my respect on that very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As if their pressure's not enough, my parents had to chip in. I am really thankful that all these years they have been understanding and left my studies to myself. But i guess the o's is a big matter. I totally snapped at them when my mum mentioned that i should study instead of reading before bed. As if that wasnt enough she had to mention it again. Last night, my dad took that role. Nooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And of course i love my family, and always will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This has been my only post that i have let myself out and after this, i hope to feel better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone's watching over me by hilary duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Found myself today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh I found myself and ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Something pulled me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The voice of reason I forgot I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All I know is just you're not here to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What you always used to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it's written in the sky tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seen that ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it's shining on my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shining all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I wont be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To follow everywhere it's taking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All I know is yesterday is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And right now I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Took this moment to my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It doesn't matter what people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it doesn't matter how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Believe in yourself and you'll fly high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it only matters how true you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Be true to yourself and follow your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even if it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No I won't break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I will be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even when it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That someone's watching over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone's watching over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kahmun:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3200264889774272927?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3200264889774272927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3200264889774272927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3200264889774272927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3200264889774272927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/09/arghhh.html' title='Arghhh'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5908491957159138003</id><published>2009-08-14T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:34:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice of life pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Found this rather meaningful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SLICE OF LIFE – Go With the Flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a raging river. There is constant flow. In fact, agitation and movement are essential for life to endure. Stagnant waters breed disease and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when life decides to throw a rock at us, like when we lose a job or partner, don’t lose heart. Don't negatively judge events or circumstances that initially seem “bad” or “unfortunate”. Things don’t happen by accident, and mistakes or misfortunes are simply precursors for positive change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't control things like losing a job or losing a partner. Loss is essential for growth and survival. When we experience loss or some other stressful change in our lives, we can give in to negative feelings like anger, disappointment, self-pity, self-loathing, trepidation and fear. We can allow these emotions to strain our mind, effectively crippling its ability to discover viable solutions. We can imagine the worst, and let something that may not come to pass affect our present state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we can go with the flow of change. Some things in our lives have to go in order to make way for better things. The Universe has a way of nudging us along when we get too lazy, complacent or comfortable. Occasionally, it gives us a big shove. The Universe knows when stagnation is making us fat and feeble. It knows when something in our lives has to shift in order for us to continue growing. It then arranges for people and events to push us towards what we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people however, choose to resist or ignore the signs. They are so firmly embedded in the riverbed that they refuse to let the currents lift them away. The years go by, and along with them, a flood of lost opportunities and the stubborn rocks are finally left buried under algae and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've recently lost your job, lost a partner or something you felt was valuable to you, think… Were you really happy with your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you put your dreams on hold because you were trapped in a wake up, go to work, go home, go to bed routine? Had you stopped growing in that job? Did nothing excite you anymore about your work? What about your ex-partner? Were you really good for each other? Or were you hanging on because you were afraid of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t have the time nor the nerve to go out and do what you really wanted to do. Well, now you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with the flow of change!&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN BY EUGENE LOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.938live.sg/MCR/938LIVE/Common/Channel%20Info/eNewsletter/A%20Slice%20of%20Life/Sep08/23September2008.htm"&gt;http://www.938live.sg/MCR/938LIVE/Common/Channel%20Info/eNewsletter/A%20Slice%20of%20Life/Sep08/23September2008.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kahmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5908491957159138003?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5908491957159138003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5908491957159138003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5908491957159138003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5908491957159138003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/slice-of-life-pt1.html' title='A slice of life pt1'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3248284021830351643</id><published>2009-08-09T22:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:35:10.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudders</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Zzzzz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey to whoever out there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahem...let me ask, wat is wrong nowadays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me or that many people are sinking in a sand hole of depressionism...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey comeon guys cheer up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm no klutz either...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a higher note, i had quite a fun day today. JY came to my house and we did some studying.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I had to lug in a bigger table from the kitchen to the window corner of my room...cuz my table was basically too small. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other than &lt;strong&gt;studying, &lt;/strong&gt;JY 'inspected' my books, flipping through scores of my baby photos and we also played Taboo, singlish version. Plus immersing ourselves in the voices of lohan, archuleta and sugababes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We later went to cp...'oh man, we missed the pledge taking' and promptly did it in the back seats of the bus. Like how silly we can be.'laughs'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brought soy bean milk. JY decided to spill hers on the seats and we hid in the toilet for some time...oops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine thirty came and well, home bound.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been flipping through some of my travel photos and think it might be fun to post some...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date: Nov 08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Location: China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently: On the night train bound for rural Zhangjiajie from Guangzhou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7iQY1zJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DMjHvTb7ExY/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367976577046095106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7iQY1zJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DMjHvTb7ExY/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok apparently this was taken the morning after but look at that, i mean whoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7kvca0GNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qCZnLqlO7sM/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367979309605853394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7kvca0GNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qCZnLqlO7sM/s400/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that brother of mine on my bunk.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;He always 'loves' my bed. Get off man. "laughs"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7mIBUwXwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9eBBJPbIwyw/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367980831341043458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7mIBUwXwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9eBBJPbIwyw/s400/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weather was, as my dad says 'shiok man', it hit us right smack in the face and i lurve the weather. Left the luggage lugging to mum and bro...before you smack me on the butt abt this, my dad was behind this camera and he wasnt lugging any luggage either...smart guy. Btw, Im the one in the red hoodie. We were actually looking for our china tour guide and mates, damn they walk fast...and they were hardly noticable, what with their common brown jackets and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i forget, Happy Birthday Singapore! (love you!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;loggin out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3248284021830351643?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3248284021830351643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3248284021830351643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3248284021830351643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3248284021830351643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/dudders.html' title='Dudders'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sn7iQY1zJQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DMjHvTb7ExY/s72-c/DSC01432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8674366120320692425</id><published>2009-08-06T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:01:05.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hola,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The string of olevels is already underway...chinese-tick, eng oral-tick,chem skill 3-tick....Coming rite up- bio skill 3, msp oral, eng oral...groan...not to mention another round of prelims. Hey i'm not complaining...just found out some great songs that you might wanna go check them out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@You belong with me - Taylor Swift\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@Crush - David Archuleta\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@Longer - "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;@&lt;em&gt;With you -" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahmun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8674366120320692425?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8674366120320692425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8674366120320692425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8674366120320692425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8674366120320692425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-4738605371257837416</id><published>2009-05-19T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:44:28.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! - co stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cant believe what i found today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check this web:&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/syf/official-syf-day-3-thread-%28sec-2009%29/"&gt;http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/syf/official-syf-day-3-thread-(sec-2009)/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some excerpts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Nan Chiau High School 海上第一人 - 鄭和 (Silver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sad but i am proud of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of Clrnc" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/Clrnc/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Clrnc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #10 at &lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/&lt;/a&gt; on: April 22, 2009, 09:46:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;nanchiau should have got gold. zhong hua should have got gwh...but i am thinking their conductor(the same) arranged the set piece not to the judge likings because their choice piece was very very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of errorinbrain" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/errorinbrain/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;errorinbrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #13 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 04:46:53 PM »&lt;br /&gt;Hiess.I think the schools who paticipate in this year's SYF are really good.Especially Nan Chiau High School, they really deserve a GOLD manzxzxzx.Any idea why they got SILVER instead ?!?!?!Reply soon wor. Lurbzxzzxzxzxz you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of welly" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/welly/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;welly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #15 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 05:27:35 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Agree that their choice piece was too difficult . i heard friends that nan chiau &amp;amp; zhonghua played very well but with unexpected result .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz...xu lao shi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of seraphina" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/seraphina/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;seraphina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 2&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #17 at &lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/&lt;/a&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 06:48:31 PM »&lt;br /&gt;i think all the schools did qutie well.The award doesnt really matters. It's the harwork and effort that has been put into performing that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yep, i totally agree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of Clrnc" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/Clrnc/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Clrnc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musician OfflinePosts: 51&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #19 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 08:50:17 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Xu YiPing&lt;/span&gt; arranged Nan Chiau set piece in a way they stopped before the kuai ban and then continued, i think thats where they lost alot of points. And furthermore, they chose that difficult choice piece, with luo wei lun the composer as judge which meant any error will be hugely magnified as well.zhong hua played very well but once again i think its xu yiping way of arrangement which didn't match the judge flavours. I think Woodgrove was slightly better than ZhongHua, but both should have got gwh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;XU LAO SHI!! cant help but mourn at our loss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of iloveCO" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/iloveCO/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;iloveCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 1&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #21 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on: April 23, 2009, 10:11:47 PM »&lt;br /&gt;I think SAC did really well this year , as like, infront of them were gwh schools, and they still can get a gold, though their some parts wrong here and there. I also heard that nan chiau laughed at them, when they went backstage, and some teacher rolled eyes at them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puh-leese...all of us were shedding tears of happiness.Did i hear laughter? NOPE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of DiziRocks" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/DiziRocks/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DiziRocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musician OfflinePosts: 25&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #22 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 10:32:36 PM »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha, i guess the results were retribution to them. No school should laugh at other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I totally do not agree with you. Just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of -janz" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/-janz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-janz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 1&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #23 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 11:00:07 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmm,i don't think its really fair for you to say that,cos afterall, i've heard them perform tht day , &amp;amp; personally,i felt tht it was a gold standard.so i think 'retribution' isnt a good word to put in esp,when it was just a rumour tht NCHS CO laughed at SAC CO etc.plus, i think tht you should'nt laugh at other school'sresults cos even you, said this,"No school should laugh at other schools."so yea,thts my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are our saviour!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of Clrnc" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/Clrnc/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Clrnc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musician OfflinePosts: 51&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #24 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 11:13:05 PM »&lt;br /&gt;i think nchsco was better than sacco anyway that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of quintessential" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/quintessential/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;quintessential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musician OfflinePosts: 33&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #25 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 23, 2009, 11:23:48 PM »&lt;br /&gt;I think nan chiau got Silver cuz they chose the wrong choice piece....but they probably chose their choice peice before they knew who the judges were so perhaps, it's just their luck &gt;.&lt; (xia fei yun conducted yue er gao before, but by the time snco found out that he's the conductor, sn alr chose yue er gao as their choice piece)furthermore, if luo wei lun the composer didn't think that nan chiau expressed what he wanted to express when he wrote that piece....&gt;.&lt;their&gt;&lt;/their&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of limwy" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/limwy/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;limwy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 14&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #26 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 12:40:49 AM »&lt;br /&gt;no offence but i didn't think nau chiau was up to the gold standard yet... they were not very stable plus i think because they changed some of the notes to an octave lower... which well maybe changed what the song was supposed to be like... anyway. that song was challenging and nau chiau was brave enough to choose that song. it's already an accomplishment for that. correct me if i'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ditto.Thanks for the brave word though. Frankly we are just charging blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of Minhui" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/Minhui/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Minhui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Player OfflinePosts: 68&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #29 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 09:57:59 AM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no pun intended. but i agree as well. their choice is too grand a piece for syf, the composer's one of the judges, they doubled instrument parts on other instruments for quantity sound and changed many initial ideas &amp;amp; sound effects that mr lwl's intended. perhaps that is why, like clrnc mentioned earlier, they're heavily penalized (?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sharp ears you got there. And 'too grand'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of Yuheng" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/Yuheng/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yuheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Player OfflinePosts: 113&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #30 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 10:32:00 AM »&lt;br /&gt;Nan Chiau's choice piece, 海上第一人 - 鄭和, is one of my favourite pieces. For a secondary school orchestra to even attempt to play this piece, much less use it in SYF, is really bold.2 years ago, when I performed this piece with SYCO and SCO, I feel we didn't do a very good job of it, which shows the level this piece required. Mr Law is very proud of this composition, and has very high expectations of anyone who performs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ok, i believe you (grand only though). A deadly factor too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of ahchew" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/ahchew/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahchew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 5&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #31 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 06:03:54 PM »&lt;br /&gt;Zhco's chosen piece was ' xiang xi feng qing'. &lt;strong&gt;We worked hard to perform that song&lt;/strong&gt;. XYP gave us that song because she believed that this batch could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; actually play this song well and we did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Although we didn't get gwh, we still believe that we're gwh. Some things went wrong though. It was a very emotional event, and i really thought that we did very good (not to boast or anything). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our dajiyue was totally awesome. Xiang xi requires lots of skills and practise. That's why we were saddened to get gold. 'Guess we can't question the judges' credibility huh. Anyways,Congratulations to all COs. See you in the CO SYF '09. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Same sentiments here.(the bold ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of NCHSCO" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/NCHSCO/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NCHSCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 1&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #41 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 07:38:46 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in my opinion, i highly presume its a misunderstanding, for i'm the student conductor of NCCO. the teacher-in-charge is one of the disciplinary teacher in my school and perhaps she may be judge as stern but i felt otherwise. besides that, i cant deny the fact that she's very strict with us. however, she always taught us to be humble. our daji player also don't see themselves who can play well. lastly, i must emphasise again that this matter is perhaps a misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some clearing up going on here..and its true, Ms Ng is rather strict. Futhermore, we are so tearing up, and how did you see the laughter directed at the other COs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of yijing" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/yijing/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musician OfflinePosts: 59&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #37 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April 24, 2009, 07:07:13 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;please stop commenting on whether an orchestra was better than another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, or whether any orchestra didn't deserve the award given.when the comments come out then you won't even have to say anything any more. each orchestra has its own unique way of expressing itself and yeah well if people can't appreciate it thats just too bad - the judges do, and thats what mattered more at that point in time.i think that all schools that got GWH are around the same - there's no basis for music other than feeling, rhythm and accuracy. in the end it all comes to down to that 12 minutes or so on stage, where loads of things could happen for the better or the worse.so don't be biased when you say whether an orchestra deserved it or not..that 12 minutes does make a lot of difference. and even though loads of you say that temasek or ngee ann or evergreen doesn't deserve their GWH, its over. at least spare a thought for what they're feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TY. but that didnt stop tongues from wagging though.(no pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of i love sheng(:" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/i%20love%20sheng%28:/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i love sheng(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 3&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #50 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April&lt;/span&gt; 25, 2009, 12:01:43 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah.i think its just a misunderstanding.but,its over(:anws,u all aimed for a gold right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yep we did. and i LOVE SHENG too! (lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View the profile of xinru" href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/profile/xinru/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xinru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn OfflinePosts: 10&lt;br /&gt;Re: Official SYF day 3 thread (SEC 2009) reply #62 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinese-orchestra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CO@SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on: April&lt;/span&gt; 26, 2009, 05:47:12 PM »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's really not very nice to critisize other COs! Every CO is unique in their own ways! N the music they play give different kind of gan jue to different people! so yupyups! congrats to all COs on day 3! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha, totally agree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kahmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-4738605371257837416?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4738605371257837416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=4738605371257837416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4738605371257837416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4738605371257837416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-co-stuff.html' title='OMG! - co stuff'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-1754541912673127283</id><published>2009-03-22T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:34:31.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-typical weekend [lol] pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; 5 mins later,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Another thing would be this morning... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                      [Rewind]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My goldstar swimming test is starting soon at Queenstown swimming complex and i am freaking out, i mean who wouldnt when 10 mins later, i find myself on a diving board 3 metres above sea level!!!! Ok chill...thats what i told myself, and than its my turn. I walked to the edge, look to the front, took a deep breathe and jumped. As i jumped, i realised that its really high (cuz i couldnt look down) and a voice in my brain screams its head off (wouldnt do screaming in front of kids all smaller than me). My straight legs(supposed to be), bacame not straight and my tights simply slam onto the pool surface with a resounding splash. Owww!! How wicked surface tension could be! And i am totally embarrased. The tester was lecturing us on diving safety and that we should noe how to jump and he was looking at me all the way. OK, i get it. Stop looking at me wif your razor eyes! Luckily, i wasnt disqualified. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next would be the 2.5 min speed swimming in pjs. I was panting my lungs out and boy, i passed at 2.27 min! woohoo! However, two swimmers were disqualified (cuz they exceed by 5 secs; a younger girl and boy) We continued wif the thirty laps swim (10 backstroke, 10 sidestroke and 10 frontstroke) within 45 mins. I passed that (of course!). So, with my arms and legs aching, i took towards the bathroom with jubilant feelings cuz&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont expect to past cuz i usually exceed the timing of the fast swim wif pjs during Andy's lessons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took this test to give it a shot (as in 'try try la')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;my arms were still a little aching from holding the heavy tin can yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i guess i am a little nervous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tester is rather fierce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;and duh! the 3m jump which assures me that committing suicide takes a trainload of courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think i should continue to lifesaving? Still considering, and its more likely now that i got past my goldstar stage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. i practically flunked the 3m jump cuz i got no experience. Back at tampines swimming pool, they had no jump board or dive pool so we usually just jump into the pool (bad idea- it could never replace as training for jumping from a storey high!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired but holding on (+cant wait to eat the chips on the dining table! yum) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-1754541912673127283?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1754541912673127283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=1754541912673127283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/1754541912673127283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/1754541912673127283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-not-so-typical-weekend-lol-pt2.html' title='My not-so-typical weekend [lol] pt.2'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-6759086202376653335</id><published>2009-03-22T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:03:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-typical weekend [lol] pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was Flag day and we had to collect donations from passersby in Ang Mo Kio. The beneficiary is YWCA and the funds will be used to help the needy (as expected). I had to sacrifice 2hrs of my beauty sleep and...okok! Its for a GOOD CAUSE. As this is my first ever Flag day, i seriously did not noe what to expect. I mean, i have seen ppl holding tins wif lots of stickers at the side asking ppl to donate some $$, but i have never been the one to ask ppl for donations. Well today i am going to find out how its like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At 8am , i met up wif my friends outside Ang Mo Kio hub to collect tin cans wif the 'areas of spending' printed on it. As a group of five, we walked around the streets (at the same time collecting some $$). Its really a wonder that we were not caught for illegal gathering (lol). Charmine, Meng Ying and I spilt from the group and found a comfortable spot admist the closed shops. At first, there wasnt much ppl and we could get some donations. (enables me to ask each and every person{cackle}). As the morning progresses, the flow of ppl was heavier. More donations poured in, and im sure my smiling muscles are strained to the max. Ppl who are more likely to donate are as follows:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Men in their thirties and forties;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Elderly men+friendly face; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Families with young children;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.Women in their fifties and sixties+kindly face;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Students and young adults;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.Young couples.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even as im beat after three hours of standing under the sun (and absorbing lots of vitamin E), i am quite surprised to find that i actually enjoyed the morning(not that i would volunteer myself again). I used to read about an article talking about Singaporeans lack of (or none at all) smiling. This was proved wrong however. Much as the author thinks that we dun smile much, our smiles are actually quite wonderful. Many ppl gave me a smile in return even when they did not want to donate(or cant to)-(thanks to my big smile! haha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many things happened yesterday and i cant really fill up this whole space without telling the whole story. So, it will be in point form:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;i met up with a woman who used to study in the old Nan Chiau girls school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man had walked around the streets (i presume he's a little 'wrong' in the head) laughing, with many YWCA stickers on his apparels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some ppl had spoken to me about the fact that you had to ask around for donations and not standing there waiting for ppl to come up to you to donate.(they mentioned the ppl are my 'colleagues') PS. i am NOT standing and waiting ppl. I can assure you that i am quite active in collecting donations. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some kindred souls had walked up to me voluntary to give donations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more kindred souls had given more than 1 donations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;had teased some nan chiau, or other school's ppl, in asking for donations.haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some ppl simply ignore me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is definitely a fruitful trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-6759086202376653335?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6759086202376653335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=6759086202376653335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6759086202376653335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6759086202376653335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-not-so-typical-weekend-lol.html' title='My not-so-typical weekend [lol] pt.1'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-6004273320099206160</id><published>2009-03-03T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:31:26.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadda yadda yadda...(not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another eon had passed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, its not like the days were worry-free...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be having my eighth common test tomorrow and i just had to turn to something to you know, let off pressure(sorry ms joseph, history revision will commence right after this, i swear).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top on my 'worries' list would be the significant drop of marks in english composition writing. I never expected this, and i guess i deserved it. Thanks to my 'best friend', who goes by the name of Tenses. Arghh! Guess i had to seek mighty Ms Phua's help (haha). Expositions don't work for me and this leaves me with narratives, and not all of them are feasible, as you see, i tend to get too haywired when i get too emotional and in-depth (that's why i keep to fiction). Tenses!! Sign. (Winnie mentioned that i talk weirdly just now-some words in my sentence is in the wrong tense) What is up with me! Sharafina suggested that i must consult ms phua about this (for the sake of my future compos), which i certainly will (when my courage returns).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cheery picture to get me by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sa0SV53uPgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Veu7ZvcnLI/s1600-h/cat3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919703260773890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sa0SV53uPgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Veu7ZvcnLI/s400/cat3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sa0SV53uPgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Veu7ZvcnLI/s1600-h/cat3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sa0SV53uPgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Veu7ZvcnLI/s1600-h/cat3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still not cheerful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-6004273320099206160?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6004273320099206160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=6004273320099206160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6004273320099206160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6004273320099206160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/03/yadda-yadda-yaddanot.html' title='Yadda yadda yadda...(not!)'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sa0SV53uPgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Veu7ZvcnLI/s72-c/cat3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-7029606564335904198</id><published>2009-01-31T22:17:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:56:31.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its already year 2009 and my birthday + the Chinese New year has just passed. Gosh! Its been eons since i last wrote in this bloggi. To date, i went to the island of Sentosa with Xiao Yun and Vivian+her sister. FYI, Xiao Yun and Vivian are my pals in CO (Janice, another CO pal, didnt come along, sad...haha). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to see the flower's festival there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRfWVlhh5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fjm5iPR0vD4/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297463899050837906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRfWVlhh5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fjm5iPR0vD4/s400/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;/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;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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRf08YwnMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/NFglDy109Tg/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464424862358722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRf08YwnMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/NFglDy109Tg/s400/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgJrbqeKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GEqf1z3OFpQ/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464781088389282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgJrbqeKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GEqf1z3OFpQ/s400/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgZROMK_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/clhqBZpvyP0/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297465048930462706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgZROMK_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/clhqBZpvyP0/s400/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgkxXDOEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9EScg2vPfPA/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297465246536120386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRgkxXDOEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9EScg2vPfPA/s400/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took pictures of the beach too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRhQdF-BzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DjakDaXGgp0/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297465997010011954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRhQdF-BzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DjakDaXGgp0/s400/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry about the dark clouds looming above, they just wont leave me alone you see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRhw-GkWnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fElQlVB6adk/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466555626707570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRhw-GkWnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fElQlVB6adk/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out these cute turtles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRiJD8MgwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d-RrhUr1Prc/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466969510675202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRiJD8MgwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d-RrhUr1Prc/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRigOb2o7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KVjzkaS7UX8/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297467367464805298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRigOb2o7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/KVjzkaS7UX8/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say hellooo!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRimdzH4-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OiCeLlVyUlk/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297467474668151778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRimdzH4-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OiCeLlVyUlk/s400/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of course, the MERLION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRjgRUS5nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/16WO-TlBC-M/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468467750037106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRjgRUS5nI/AAAAAAAAAIM/16WO-TlBC-M/s400/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pic of Xiao Yun, left, and me!!, on the right (wif the pinky shirt).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRjkg4e3yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lD4xwg0nTs4/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297468540647825186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRjkg4e3yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lD4xwg0nTs4/s400/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of bedtime story and sleep tight! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snore...(like real)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-7029606564335904198?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7029606564335904198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=7029606564335904198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7029606564335904198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7029606564335904198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SYRfWVlhh5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fjm5iPR0vD4/s72-c/DSC01211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-1333131651060572400</id><published>2008-09-29T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:43:13.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well definately have much to say, considering the amount of time lapse after my last post. Last month, on 8th August 2008, was the proudest moment for Asians, especially the Chinese (mi!) as China held the 2008 Olymipics. The opening ceremony was a bang! Love it lots, dont you all agree...And of course the proudest moment came when Team Singapore table tennis trio, Li Jiawei, Feng Tianwei and Wang Yue Gu clinched the sliver award, narrowly beating the South Korean trio. Tao Li did us proud by entering the finals and gotten fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video of the opening ceremony with Li Jiawei being the flag bearer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PEz4aabiRas&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can travel to this site for the opening ceremony:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsDY1Ha83M8"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsDY1Ha83M8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the closing ceremony (u get the gist):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuU-AXa3tYo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuU-AXa3tYo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Type beijing2008 in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, you will find many videos of the olympic sports...of which mostly feature China's sports men and women...(guess you have to rely on other users then...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Followed after was the Paralympics. We've have surprisingly done very well, clinching two bronzes (BY Laurentia Tan, equestrian rider) and a gold and silver (BY Yip Pin Xiu, swimmer). Even with physical disabilities, they have managed to came out tops and I present my very admiration. Realised that many Singaporeans do not feel as much joy as they should have been and hope the government will do more to promote this event. (My little bro doesnt even realise its existence - sad)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the last day in a few of the Formula 1 race, the first Singapore ever held and will do so for the next four years. This street race was definately well done (poor roads) especially the night view. Fernando Alonso won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Boy, w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hy was it so hard to find a decent picture without it being from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251377866691666834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SOCkWMWBY5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vn7eMMObqk/s400/F3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Formula One cars race down a straight stretch at the Padang on the Marina Bay street circuit of the Singapore F1 Grand Prix September 28, 2008. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251378393754964994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SOCk03ztFAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IOSEYXN3OMk/s400/F6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251378778772968354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SOClLSHJk6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/NHUMJrkPgCM/s400/F4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these photos are taken from yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are some articles that will make any Singaporean proud...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Singapore praised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F1's Ecclestone says Republic should be proud of putting the event together so quickly&lt;br /&gt;By Leonard Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE'S famed efficiency has come in for praise from Formula One supremo Bernie Ecclestone.&lt;br /&gt;He said it would have taken any other country two years to achieve what the Republic did in just over a year in gearing up to host a Formula One race from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hope when people see this, they realise it wasn't just a stupid idea.'BERNIE ECCLESTONE, on Formula One holding a night race in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've never seen anything built so good, so quickly,' said Ecclestone, the president and chief executive of Formula One Management, the sport's commercial right holder, in a press conference yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;'I'd be surprised if it hadn't been really top quality standards. Singapore should be very, very proud of what's happened.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among the major preparations for the SingTel Singapore Grand Prix were building a $40 million Pit Building to house the F1 team garages, media centre, and Paddock Club, and a new road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roughly parallel to the Republic Boulevard, the road was required for the Start/Finish stretch.&lt;br /&gt;These major projects were completed in June, three months ahead of race week and about a year after Singapore signed the deal to host F1 races for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecclestone, who has been involved in F1 since the 1960s, in roles ranging from team owner to administrator, also praised the inter-agency effort for this weekend's highly anticipated event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Various agencies, from the Land Transport Authority, Singapore Police Force, National Parks Board and Singapore Tourism Board, worked together to deliver the event in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Everybody has done a fantastic job, the quality of the work's been super, those from the top all the way down have worked very hard to make it happen,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning to his brainchild of night races to suit European television audiences, Ecclestone said he was 'anxious' just hours before the first cars took to the Marina Bay street circuit for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he was hopeful that Singapore's organisers would reap the benefits for taking the bold step of hosting the first night race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'They were courageous enough to want to do it,' he said. 'There was a lot of criticism but I hope they're well rewarded for what they've done.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The success of the Singapore race is seen as a litmus test for other Asian nations to stage races under floodlights, something Ecclestone wants more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We're going to get Japan to do it. It will be prime time in China and this part of the world, and in Europe it will be at a sociable hour to watch rather than the middle of the night,' he explained. 'I hope when people see this, they realise it wasn't just a stupid idea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for whether a European country could host a night race, he said there was no push for now to introduce this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It's not cheap and I don't think there's much advantage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The state-of-the-art lighting system, which involves 1,500 projectors shining four times brighter than a typical soccer stadium, is believed to cost over 5 million yen (S$10.4 million).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:limze@sph.com.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;limze@sph.com.sg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motor racing-Singapore the big winner in first night grand prix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Ossian Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGAPORE, Sept 29 - Fernando Alonso was crowned Formula One's prince of darkness on Sunday, after streaking to the chequered flag at the sport's first night-time grand prix in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Spaniard's triumph at Formula One's 800th race was heralded by customary champagne-fuelled celebrations, the podium jubilation adhering to time-honoured motor racing etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But while Renault's twice former world champion will be forever noted as the Singapore GP's first winner, the F1 honour roll will not so easily record the biggest winner of the weekend -- the South-East Asian city-state whose staging of a spectacular and innovative race has left the motor racing world agog with admiration.&lt;br /&gt;A jewel in the Formula One crown is how the sport's supremo Bernie Ecclestone described the Singapore race, adding that floodlit events were the future for the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It helped that Sunday night's race was an action-packed roller-coaster of thrills, drama and daredevil driving.&lt;br /&gt;"In this part of the world, for sure, night races will take off," the billionaire who owns the sport's commercial rights said on Sunday. Ecclestone plans to turn the Japanese GP into a night race next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGAPOREAN EXTRAVAGANZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McLaren boss Ron Dennis raved about the Singaporean extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;"It is not just a new experience," he said, "It is a real big step in the history of grand prix racing because it has been done so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything has been proven now and we can take this model and apply it to anywhere in the world - either to bring to Europe the race at a time when people watch it, or even within Europe to make it more spectacular."&lt;br /&gt;Williams team boss, the eponymous Frank Williams, echoed Ecclestone's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It has a good chance of challenging Monaco for being the jewel in the crown of Formula One," he told Autosport magazine's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the floodlit 5.067 kilometre track, strewn across Singapore's downtown like a luminous ribbon, to the state-of-the-art facilities and clockwork organisation, the entire staging of the grand prix has been an exercise in how to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Organisers had faced a headache of eye-watering proportions in their ambitions to step into the unknown and host the extravaganza under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the lighting alone, 1,600 lantern-like projectors were rigged up, requiring more than 100,000 metres of cabling and 240 steel pylons to illuminate the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FESTIVAL ATMOSPHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The result was some of the most spectacular images of any sporting event. Pictures of gleaming Ferraris speeding through a hi-tech cityscape vied with images of cars streaking past the world's largest observation wheel, the Singapore Flyer -- pictures which filled the media and fuelled the appetite for motor sport.&lt;br /&gt;More than 300,000 people poured through the gates over three days, a sell-out, and created a festival atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Organisers set up "hawker stalls" offering visitors a taste of authentic Singaporean food while magicians, singers and jugglers entertained the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It costs a lot of money, the lights, the circuit and the organisation. But it is a great investment for the city. And, of course, it is fantastic for F1. It is, in the best sense of the word, a highlight," Mercedes motorsport vice-president Norbert Haug said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the drivers, a breed of detail-obsessed, nit-picking perfectionists, gave it the thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;"The track and the facilities here have been phenomenal," championship leader Lewis Hamilton said after finishing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The organisers should be very proud of the job they have done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20080929/tsp-motor-racing-prix-singapore-81ea673.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/rtrs/20080929/tsp-motor-racing-prix-singapore-81ea673.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I guess i have to go. Bye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-1333131651060572400?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1333131651060572400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=1333131651060572400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/1333131651060572400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/1333131651060572400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/lots-to-say.html' title='Lots to say..'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/SOCkWMWBY5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_vn7eMMObqk/s72-c/F3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3775828030766518978</id><published>2008-05-28T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:14:46.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiddey Ho!&lt;br /&gt;Came back with 'Enchanted"! I love most of the songs, the tune is nice, the storyline is magical and...stopstopstop. Check it out! (from y-o-u-t-u-b-e.con-) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disney's Enchanted - "True Love's Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08NzDB_i3bw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08NzDB_i3bw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disney's Enchanted - "Happy Working Song"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb2si7fClqA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb2si7fClqA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's How You Know" from Disney's Enchanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So Close - Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB_Qh5TBGoc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CB_Qh5TBGoc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carrie Underwood Music Video "Ever Ever After" from Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer, all are from youtube.com and are property of Disney) u noe, juz in case i need to state some copyright stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing along......&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3775828030766518978?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3775828030766518978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3775828030766518978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3775828030766518978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3775828030766518978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3974179864987512438</id><published>2008-05-28T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:41:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some music videos from youtube......nice tunes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Ella Enchanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81JxsJyOd6Q&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ella Enchanted - "Somebody to Love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV6TYWuQ7rM&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalala....&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3974179864987512438?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3974179864987512438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3974179864987512438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3974179864987512438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3974179864987512438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/ella-enchanted.html' title='Ella Enchanted'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8276291382762040692</id><published>2008-05-27T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:05:42.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos to share share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some funny ones to share.... (from youtube.com) Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NZddbFGE78&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NZddbFGE78&amp;hl=en" wmode="transparent" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This mentioned my school...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flTqYYRTIZc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flTqYYRTIZc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, my school is a mixed school, though it used to be a girl's school...Hossan Leong is so funny and not at all offending (i was laughing my head off the whole time)....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wk51lfLfIQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wk51lfLfIQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh till ny tummy hurts,&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8276291382762040692?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8276291382762040692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8276291382762040692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8276291382762040692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8276291382762040692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/videos.html' title='Videos to share share'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5130582890995089863</id><published>2008-05-25T10:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:12:18.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Temasek JC chinese orchestra concert yesterday. Pulled along by shimin...Jing ying also going, along with the other five menbers of her family.&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;What: Temasek JC CO concert&lt;br /&gt;Where: SCH&lt;br /&gt;Who: me, shimin, jing ying+family, annebelle, 'boyboy'..&lt;br /&gt;When: yesternite, 7.30 to about 10.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when shimin asked me to go to this concert with her. I agreed and bought the $12 ticket for myself , thinking 'hey,after exams, relax mah'. Actually, shimin is helping her ruan teacher(member of TJCCO) to sell tickets for the concert.(surprise,surprise). As the day drew near, i was trying very hard to contain my excitement, haha. And i wasn't in the least bit disappointed...there was a sheng solo (mi instrument) and seriously, it was damn good. I was super duper stressed by the end of the song...Jing ying and shimin were 'making eyes' at me, like as if they were saying, 'See kah mun, if others can play this well, you can do too' (haha). Super+super+super duper stress...Well next would be a dizi duet solo. The orchestra was a rather big group and was an elite one (go check their SYF scores...). I bet many of them hold diplomas. This was also a popular orchestra in that school, judging by the way they had their own concert and the hall was practically filled up + loud cheers from the audience when the players appeared. Which reminded me of mine, which garnered much criticism from the other CCAs during our early days, plus the failure in us seniors part to get juniors who are actually enthu about the chinese instruments instead of gloating over Sylester (pardon me). I had a feeling that the orchestra will collapse after the graduation of my batch. Anyway, back to the topic...the fun really starts after the last song. As usual for a concert that was to end, players+conductor stands up and bow amid the audiences clappings+cheerings+(listen to this one)shouting 'encores'. So, after a long time of clapping,(and my asking of shimin through my smile 'are we done clapping yet),the conductor came back to the stage and led the orchestra on another piece of song. The same thing happened after the end of&lt;br /&gt;that song and boy, was i surprised. Everybody starts to lose the seriousness of a concert and even the players beagn to smile....wat a fun nite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5130582890995089863?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5130582890995089863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5130582890995089863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5130582890995089863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5130582890995089863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='..........'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-7928722193746264477</id><published>2008-03-28T21:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:28:27.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying 'No'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Eugene Loh, 938LIVE, a station of MediaCorp Radio'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this rather meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you saying "yes" to things you don't really want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking on more than you can reasonably handle?&lt;br /&gt;Are you spending less time on yourself and your loved ones because your schedule is too intense?&lt;br /&gt;If you have trouble saying "no", you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;We all find ourselves in situations where we say "yes" to others when we really want to say "no".&lt;br /&gt;For example, the friend who insists on buying you another round, the boss who sees you as the willing workhorse, or the mother-in-law who invites herself to stay.&lt;br /&gt;You may think you are being "Mr Nice Guy" by going along with these requests but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;When you give in too easily and too often, people simply see you as an easy target to exploit.&lt;br /&gt;You've exposed your weakness and they will impose on you time and again.&lt;br /&gt;Reacting angrily to what you might see as an unreasonable request is equally inappropriate. It may result in you being seen as hostile.&lt;br /&gt;In the workplace an angry refusal to do a piece of work may brand you as being un-cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;The only viable solution that does not upset others or make you feel bad is the assertive one.&lt;br /&gt;A good definition of assertiveness is when you stand up for your rights while accepting the rights of others.&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you're not contractually obliged to do what you're being asked, you have the right to say "no", just as much right as the other person to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;If a problem develops, resolve to work together on a solution.&lt;br /&gt;Try to reach a mutual compromise, rather than always compromising yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you can learn to say no assertively.&lt;br /&gt;Make "no" the first word out of your mouth so that others can see there is no hesitation or doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Remind yourself that they'll respect you more for being so definite.&lt;br /&gt;Think through your fears about their possible reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Be rational about them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the fear of what they might think of you force you to do something you don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Use a clear, assertive style: no ifs and buts, no excuses, no apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the person for considering you for the request; say you are flattered and honoured.&lt;br /&gt;And don't feel as though you have to find solutions to their problem; don't dwell on it afterwards or feel responsible for their problem.&lt;br /&gt;Reclaim the time that's rightfully yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-7928722193746264477?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7928722193746264477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=7928722193746264477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7928722193746264477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7928722193746264477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/saying-no.html' title='Saying &apos;No&apos;'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-7330739585076511969</id><published>2008-03-06T18:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:29:48.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah-part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day after the news of our win to host the youth olympics, it was monday, aka english newspaper reading day. There was an article on the days leading up to the results (25 Feb 08 The Straits Times- IN pg 12). Apparently, the mayor of Moscow had told reporters that 'he was worried about young people exercising in the heat and humidity of Singapore'. Seriously i understand his concerns, but it beats exercising in frozen waters and running on cold feet. After all, it was common sense that Russia was located quite near the North pole. Read on...&lt;strong&gt;'Then, New York-based paediatric expert Ljiljana Dimitrijevic was quoted by reporter Gennady Fyodorov (both very Russian names...) as saying:"Heat and humidity are big risk factors and, taking into account that the games will be staged in the summer, Moscow looks a more preferable choice than Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;." ' OMG! Don't they ever research or ever come to Singapore? We residents knew very well this was not the case, we still had weathers that are actually chilly to the bone...and most of our buildings and areas are actually air-conditioned. Haiz...what a selfish one-sided (singapore did NOT 'take part') war of words...I mean seriously, is this how the global world is like? Hurl stinging comments at countries at their weakness in a bid to win? Why can't they be more amicable? Why can't they be more polite? Must i say how insulting they are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;in Moscow...&lt;br /&gt;thought they...&lt;br /&gt;were actually...&lt;br /&gt;well mannered...&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREATLY Disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;kahmun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-7330739585076511969?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7330739585076511969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=7330739585076511969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7330739585076511969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/7330739585076511969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallelujah-part-2.html' title='Hallelujah-part 2'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-6389602036836671597</id><published>2008-02-22T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:30:03.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you heard the news? Singapore won the bid to host the first ever Youth Olympics 2010 ! I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not involved but still, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!! I wonder how it's going to be held...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, days leading up to yesterday were rather tense (not me though) for sports &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;athletics and the ministers involved. I heard many schools had joined in the support for the games + my school. We were in the same bid as Moscow and it was rather surprising that we actually won the bid, given our limited 'land space'. But i guess Singapore has the standards to go along with it, and we were rather fresh and new on the sports screen. Onward,Singapore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;P.S. Remember to study for exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haiz..headache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-6389602036836671597?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6389602036836671597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=6389602036836671597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6389602036836671597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6389602036836671597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/02/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-9005452698267164025</id><published>2008-01-17T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:30:19.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to mi, Happy Birthday to me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A new year of fun teenage time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On monday, my form and co-form teacher had bought a birthday cake for the January babies and i was one of them. How sweet!! I was rather surprised, cuz it didn't happen to me before. There were three others. Taifung's on the thirteen, Xiao Lu's on the sixteen, mine on the seventeen and Edgar's...dunno when. Anyway, it's really sweet of the teachers. Thank you all sooo much!!!!!!! Today, after school, Venessa passed me a drawing block card , decorated on the front and classmates well wishes on the inside. How touching! This is also the first time i'm having such an experience and i find it fun and memorable instead of presents, presents everywhere. I will certainly treasure that, you mark my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kah mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-9005452698267164025?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9005452698267164025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=9005452698267164025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/9005452698267164025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/9005452698267164025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5500340206408670714</id><published>2008-01-15T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:30:38.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day turned bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was counting the days to my birthday and this devastating news hit me right smack on my face. Wu Xiao Zhong, the chinese orchestra sheng/suona teacher i had respected a lot, had passed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first reaction my body makes is to freeze, and my mind was running like a debate tournament, to which if this is true or not (in which i sincerely hope its not). As fate would not have it, after the CCA, the conductor pulled us to a corner to confirm this terrible news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later things became hazy, i remember staring at a crack in the wall while the conductor droned on and on. Then, we went down to the toilet at the first floor, where i finally let my pent-up tears flow. I really can't believe it. Can'tcan'tcan'tcan'tcan't!!!!!!! This was so not true!! I cried and cried in what seemed that had never happened for a long time. The tears would have filled buckets and hiccups knocked on the walls of my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wu lao shi was a great teacher to us-me, Xiao Yun, Janice and Vivan- sheng players. Although we had some arguments that left each other unhappy, we had shared a bond. He was patient and understanding, i remembered him willing to spend extra time (when he was already so busy) to help us with our last minute parts (3 days before SYF 2007). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I also remembered that that was the last time we had a lesson with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did not have much of a good impression of him the first time he taught me. He had ask us to play a part of a song we hadn't learnt and left us there, while he teach some new students. However, as he took us for classes(CCA) every week, i found out that he was not what i thought he was. He was always encouraging us whenever we did not manage with our parts of the song well. He would also praised us when we did well, and i remembered it gave me loads of encouragment and courage to learn songs and stay in the orchestra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember a time before SYF 2007, when the conductor recommended us to apply for extra lessons at her music school. But when we reached there, i realised there is money involved and called up my parents. Unfortunately, they do not allow and threw me into a fix which sent tears to my eyes. After a talk with my father, the conductor get the idea that i was not allowed to apply . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But Wu lao shi offered to teach me for free that night and i was really grateful to him. At that time, he looked teacher cum fatherly to me and i felt comfortable and relaxed when he was teaching. After the class, as it was raining cats and dogs, he also offered to drive us to the nearest MRT station, which we gratefully accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though he had only been with us for only five months (Dec 06 to April 07), each of us has fostered a sense of community with each other and with Wu lao shi. Each of us felt a sense of dread when the conductor confirmed the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deceased on the 9th of January 2008, due to a fall which half paralysed him on 8th of January. Had set up a blog in memory of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://dedicationtowuxiaozhong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://dedicationtowuxiaozhong.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5500340206408670714?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5500340206408670714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5500340206408670714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5500340206408670714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5500340206408670714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-turned-bad.html' title='A day turned bad'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-6745474426641748856</id><published>2008-01-09T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:37:03.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year New Beginnings Old sads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;year (9 days late...) and of course Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I started this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; year in a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; class and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; subjects which includes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.English (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.Chinese (duhduh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.Elementary Mathematics (which is not at all elementary as it sounds...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.Additional Mathmatics (which we haven't started on yet...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.Pure Chemistry (a must)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.Pure Biology (oooh...i love this subject)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Pure Geography (my fav!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Elective History (no comment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9.Social studies (no comment either...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.MSP aka Malay Special Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today after school, we had MSP and our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; teacher, Cikgu Salina, proposed to set up a blog on our class (seventeen of us) in malay and in which we were able to interact and converse in malay to help us improve in this subject. After all we would be taking O'levels for it. So the blog was set up and the address is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mspatnchs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.mspatnchs.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; . It is formed like this, 'msp' is (duh!) this language i am learning now, 'at' is...ok it's obvious. Lastly 'nchs' is the acronym of my school. In that, each of us posted one post each and there is a group photo of the eighteen of us including of the teacher. Today was just our second lesson and i already find it quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dampen my spirits, i remembered yesterday's unhappiness which comes from-you guessed it-Chinese Orchestra aka CO. The conductor came in and yadda yadda yadda about this and that-which you might get it if you read my previous posts-and she really went so far as to actually group us according to our capabilities. There were six groups-Chinese flute, Erhu, Strings, Cello and Double bass, percussion and lastly my group, Sheng and Suona (in which currently has no suona players in it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do you whats our rank?............last, "GREAT". I get it: we are so bad that even the percussion are better than us. Self esteem sucks. This brought up a problem that i thought resolved after the SYF last year, -(we were training so hard and as each part of the song is important, so are the players. Before the SYF, i had a self esteem problem with CO. I constantly (and maybe my &lt;strong&gt;pathner in same instrument (PSI) &lt;/strong&gt;did too) felt that the orchestra 'left us out' and i always had trouble properly playing my allocated parts until the SYF, when we were 'last minute' given the parts of the suona and managed to master it in time for the compeitition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This 'heavy burden' made us feel proud and at last, important and felt in the orchestra family.)- However this was not to last till yesterday when this unhappy thingy happened. The conducter 'curtly' tell us that because our 2 juniors,(who were playing the zhongyin sheng),were not good and that the 2 of us gaoyin sheng were not very good, that's why we were placed last. Crap i tell you they are. The 2 juniors who did not do well is not entirely their fault. Ever since they joined the orchestra last year, they were always neglected by the sectional teachers as they were busy teaching the new suona students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1.New suona students did not perform at SYF simply because they 'could not take the pressure' and all efforts came to naught.&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 junior's enthusiasm was depleted, they simply had no interest in learning the instrument anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3. We got placed last.(in the orchestra family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy as that. You might ask why i care sooo much, last, so what, no big deal, if you know yourself to be good then good it is. But no, it's not that simple. If psycological stuff (emotions and feelings of people), are so easy to understand and cure, why would we need to study it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok fine, the four of us knew somewhere we were ranked among the bottom somewhere in our hearts but does the conductor need to make it so obvious? It's not as if we thought that we were very good and all...but hey, we have feelings for goddness' sake you noe! We can't possibly take and swallow such a blow. Now I'm intimidated by the better orchestra players again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help me&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-6745474426641748856?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6745474426641748856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=6745474426641748856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6745474426641748856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/6745474426641748856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-beginnings-old-sads.html' title='New Year New Beginnings Old sads'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-4874458533551908520</id><published>2007-10-09T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:36:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fastttttt.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey Hey! Didn't knew time could pass so fast when i'm out of blogging. Well, an update into my life,&lt;br /&gt;1.Currently in the 2nd last day of the end of year exams(again)&lt;br /&gt;2.Recently got addicted to a cartoon show known as Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force&lt;br /&gt;Go! and especially to Spova!&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that's all and no time to spare! Now excuse me, I have art pieces to complete and another foreign language to practise. TaTa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kah mun (in hurry...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-4874458533551908520?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4874458533551908520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=4874458533551908520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4874458533551908520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4874458533551908520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-fastttttt.html' title='So fastttttt.............'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-4179168986756944261</id><published>2007-09-16T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:36:30.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Child Excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Book: Thursday's Child Author: Sonya Hartnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An excerpt from my literature textbook that sharply shows the contrast of Da and Vandery Cable. If you are unfamiliar with the story, it's ok. I love this passage and wants to show you how this author marverlously uses her way with words to create a what-i-call stunning passage.In this passage, Da went off to look for Mr Cable to do justice for Devon (confrontation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vandary Cable's homestead was set in a garden of tangled briar-roses that had grown for four generations of Cables and that's where Da met him, amongst the flowers and black-spotted leaves, hearing in the distance the low runble and alarming shrill of the swine. Only Cable came out of the house but Da could see the station-hand loitering watchful at a window. It was dusk, and a silken wind nudged the brim of Da's hat until he took it off as Cable sauntered down the steps towards him. Then the breeze frolicked through his hair, mussing it in his eyes."Where's your heart, Mr Cable?" is what Da asked the pig farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Right here in my chest, where it's always been. Why do you want to know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You own my son a week's wages."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"That's what he told you, is it?" Cable laughed open-mouthed, and Da caught a whiff of sherry and saw gold. "You should know better, Flute, than to take the word of a boy, having been one once yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I hope I've raised my children to tell the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Then Devon must have told you how I lost two good breeding sows through his sloppy workmanship. That's my reason for keeping his wages, and I'm running at a loss even doing that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da scraped the hair from his eyes. Cable's hair wasn't bothered by the breeze, having been oiled into a glistening cap. He smiled beneath this shell. "Don't tell me you didn't hear about those sows," he said. "Walked clear through one of Devon's baggy fences, both of them, and I haven't seen a hair of either since. Salted up in someone's ceiling by now, I'd reckon. It's a miracle I didn't lose the herd."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da muttered,"No. I didn't hear that. I'm sorry for it, Mr Cable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"So am I. You can understand why I had to let Devon go. I want fences that will keep the creatures in, not let them out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"He hadn't had experience-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"He's got the same teaching everyone gets and all anyone should need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"As I say, I'm sorry. He's just a lad, Mr Cable, not skilful, and it's likely his attention wandered. He was hoping to buy a pony with his earnings here. He's been saving for years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I'm not a charity, Flute, nor is my heart the bleeding kind. I'm a landowner, a man of business. To me and men like me, poor work equals poor pay. Would you pay for a job so shabbily done that you lose two quality head of swine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What I'm saying is-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"No!" Cable barked. "Answer the question, Flute. Would you reward a man for work so shabbily done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da wrung his hands in silence, buckling his hat. Cable's mouth twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Go home, Court," he said. "Don't speak about this to me again. I tried to do your family a favour and came out the worst for it, and there's some that would say I've a right to demand from you the price of those hogs, but I'm not asking. Having this conversation with you, however, is tempting me to change my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da had thanked him for his time and set his hat on his head. As he limped away down the cart path he could feel Cable's eyes tracking him all the way to the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I did everything anyone could, Thora," Da told Mam late that evening. "There was no talking sense to him. No matter what I said, he was going to sneak his way around it. He shouted me down, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. He derserved the spots knocked off him, but what could I do? Nothing, not with his man standing like a dog at the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you see in this excerpt, Da had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went to Cable's house full of determination to do justice for his son. However, he did not expect Cable to have stong reasons that will be at disadvantage to him (Da) and you can see that his determination is slowly draining away from him. This excerpt shows a change in character due to the situation around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all folks! - If you wanna read, it's in stores waiting for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kahmun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-4179168986756944261?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/4179168986756944261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=4179168986756944261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4179168986756944261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/4179168986756944261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursdays-child-excerpt.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Child Excerpt'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5647003185826492315</id><published>2007-08-26T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:36:15.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeay!the exams are over,however i still have my malay exam tomorrow. Haizz.......study!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5647003185826492315?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5647003185826492315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5647003185826492315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5647003185826492315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5647003185826492315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-2094851837197938828</id><published>2007-08-01T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:36:03.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! Can't believe its August already! (i noe i'm lame). Haiz&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it seems I'm too boring for words or I'm unheard of cause there are no comments or polls...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, time passes so fast.I guess the blogger bug's bite is wearing off, i don't really do much blogging already but you will hear from me every now and then..(sniff sniff...jus jokin!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-2094851837197938828?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2094851837197938828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=2094851837197938828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2094851837197938828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2094851837197938828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-2584621185660954507</id><published>2007-07-08T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:35:21.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to remenber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extract from one of the books of my favourite author, Neil Humphreys 'Final notes from a great island' that i love and would like to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorial is only a memorial if people can come to remenber.&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Humphreys-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-2584621185660954507?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2584621185660954507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=2584621185660954507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2584621185660954507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2584621185660954507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-to-remenber.html' title='Something to remenber'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3549226774394823328</id><published>2007-07-07T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:34:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you noe that todays date is special? It consists of the day, month and year of the same numeral- 07.&lt;br /&gt;As you very well guess, today is 07-07-07. 7th July 2007.This kind of date,if you actually think about it, occurs once a year from 2001 to 2012. So just want to wish everyone a Happy Special Day!&lt;br /&gt;cheery!&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3549226774394823328?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3549226774394823328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3549226774394823328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3549226774394823328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3549226774394823328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-special-day.html' title='A very Special Day'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-2084641787882494353</id><published>2007-07-05T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:34:42.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bloggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a look at the 'My other Bloggis' column and you shall find i have started on a new blog about my school trip to China and as i have recently just started, pls do not expect tons of words in it, i promise i shall find time to work on it and bring to you my adventures in the modern city of Shanghai's and it's relatively poor neighbours, which includes Hangzhou and Wuzhou. And of course, my experience at attending classes at a local school in Suzhou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do look forward as i relate them to you,&lt;br /&gt;kah mun&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-2084641787882494353?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2084641787882494353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=2084641787882494353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2084641787882494353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/2084641787882494353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-bloggi.html' title='New Bloggi'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8462192961017272429</id><published>2007-07-04T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:34:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just watched 'Transformers' recently and it was so damm good! It was even better than Spiderman 3 , according to myself, and this latest movie has all the elements to make one feel ermmm.....how to put it....ahhhh!...found it, heroic. It's about this guy, Sam (i think), who had a just recently got his new car, a battered yellow convertible(somehow)or beetle. Which it turns out, is actually a machine with a mind on its own, the fun when it actually respondes to Sam's thinking, and of course the heroic battle between the good and the bad. Well, for more specific details, you might as well go and watch it, this is the best i can tell you as shortest as possible. If you are a girl, you might have the first impression of 'Ewwkkk! For God's sake! that is a BOYS show, as you very well notice, so it couln't be better than that 'lame' cartoon version (no offence) and with the changing thingy, so it doesn't interest me'. Well that is almost what i was thinking (partially), but it turns out to be great!Bagus! Hao!&lt;br /&gt;And one thing, this not an offence directed at movies,it's just an example.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8462192961017272429?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8462192961017272429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8462192961017272429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8462192961017272429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8462192961017272429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3480155374610414090</id><published>2007-06-26T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:34:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CO affairs ep2 ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haiz... second day at school when i bump head on onto today's boring CO session. Like i care wat is going to happen. As usual, once the conductor stepped into the music room, she started being crappy, omg! Like i'm going to really pay attention to all those values, vision and goals she set up. Whats more, she even like u noe, question everyone, well almost ( i'm included ),about what she said and it's so like we were treated like children like that. But anyway (like children, we were going to forget about it anyway) who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3480155374610414090?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3480155374610414090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3480155374610414090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3480155374610414090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3480155374610414090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/co-affairs-ep2.html' title='CO affairs ep2 ++'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-8181855540917109390</id><published>2007-06-25T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:32:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School...AHHHHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright Alright, todays the first day of the new school term and it's no big deal. But i'll tell you one thing...I'm gonna miss my holidays!!!! Luckily i wasn't scolded for those homework, or rather holiday work, i didn't finish. Well the timetable's changed too. Looks like we're going to have home econs, eng, art, digital music and chinese every monday for the rest of the school year. Haizzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;Pls do leave some comments, anything! BUT no 'criticism' is allowed to throw to me like in the game of dodgeball.(save the wind in my stomach!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-8181855540917109390?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8181855540917109390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=8181855540917109390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8181855540917109390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/8181855540917109390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/schoolahhhhh.html' title='School...AHHHHH!!'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-3766927031396665325</id><published>2007-06-19T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:32:29.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Orchestra affairs ep1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had CO today, Chinese Orchestra for short, and it was so damn tiring. I was even envious of the many who didnt come for practice, lazy i supposed. I was tempted to do the same for a reason....I SOOO do not want to see the conductor!&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't like her, its just that she is so boring. She came in approximately half an hour late and from that minute on, kept rattling on and on about and reminding us stuff like our vision, goal, discipline and peppered in some of her own experiences. Although these infomation were quite 'valuable', the droning on and on of the conductor's voice made me lose my attention and the information was just like a train, passing through the tunnel from my right ear to the left one.&lt;br /&gt;But at one point, she said some stuff that left me disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;1. She mentioned one of the aspects of discipline, which is to be &lt;strong&gt;on time&lt;/strong&gt; for practises. Does that ring a bell? Hellooo!!! If she wants us to be punctual ( which most of us were by the way), should she start by showing an example?? (Okok, i should be also understanding that she has a busy timetable.) But then think about it...&lt;br /&gt;2. She has a nasty habit of setting far-fetched goals which i totally hate. I don't know about the others but it was certainly bad. For example.......'we will set one week for all of you to finish the recent score. There are 20 lines in total on the music score and if you practised 4 lines a day, you will finish the score in 5 days'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i hate that!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the practice was spent on practising on the recent score and i had to lugged my heavy instrument back home, which left red marks on the palms of my hand (at the same time claiming what was left of the energy i had).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1 The end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-3766927031396665325?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3766927031396665325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=3766927031396665325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3766927031396665325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/3766927031396665325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/chinese-orchestra-affairs-ep1.html' title='Chinese Orchestra affairs ep1'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-5324775896435762643</id><published>2007-06-18T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:41:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...whateva</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh how fast can holidays past, its already the last week before schooool starts. Haiz...i wasn't even enjoying myself much. The first week was reserved for an immersion school trip to China and it was definately fun. Come second week and i was already fretting over on how i am going to finish my heavy pile of projects and hand-written holiday work. Once i even wondered why i went for that trip when i could stay at my home sweet home and finish them up. But i never regret it as that school trip to China was hard to come by and i was one of the lucky ones who were able to get that two-way ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, second week went as fast as it had come and following it was third week. By the end of the third week, i had finish half of the homework and went on two shopping trips with friends. Frankly, i would be able to finish all of the homework in a week but slack had taken over my mind. So i couldn't bring myself to finish all the homework and i spent most of my time doing stuff i like. Guess what...it's already the fourth and last week and i decided its time to get serious. But hey, why am i doing here writing......i guess i must have been bitten by a bloggerbug then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-5324775896435762643?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5324775896435762643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=5324775896435762643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5324775896435762643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/5324775896435762643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidayswhateva.html' title='Holidays...whateva'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9048300955194069443.post-583021251052204066</id><published>2007-06-11T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:31:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;''in the dark''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an extract from the 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'of book thirteen entitled 'The End' by Lemony Snicket.I hope you enjoyed it as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Chapter Nine)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;''The phrase "in the dark," as I'm sure you know,can refer not only to one's shadowy surroundings,but also to the shadowy secrets of which one might be unaware.Every day,the sun goes down over all these secrets,and so everyone is in the dark in one way or another.If you are sunbathing in a park,for instance,but you do not know that a locked cabinet is buried fifty feet beneath your blanket,then you are in the dark even though you are not actually in the dark,whereas if you are on a midnight hike,knowing full well that several ballerinas are following close behind you,then you are not in the dark even if you are in fact in the dark.Of course,it is quite possible to be in the dark in the dark,as well as to be not in the dark not in the dark,but there are so many secrets in the world that it is likely that you are always in the dark about one thing or another,whether you are in the dark in the dark or in the dark not in the dark,although the sun can go down so quickly that you may be in the dark about being in the dark in the dark,only to look around and find yourself no longer in the dark about being in the dark in the dark,but in the dark in the dark nonetheless,not only because of the dark,but because of the ballerinas in the dark,who are not in the dark about the dark,but also not in the dark about the locked cabinet,and you may be in the dark about the ballerinas digging up the locked cabinet in the dark,even though you are no longer in the dark about being in the dark,and so you are in fact in the dark about being in the dark,even though you are not in the dark about being in the dark,and so you may fall into the hole that the ballerinas have dug,which is dark,in the dark,and in the park.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing huh?&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! kah mun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Dudder is out!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9048300955194069443-583021251052204066?l=neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/583021251052204066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9048300955194069443&amp;postID=583021251052204066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/583021251052204066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9048300955194069443/posts/default/583021251052204066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neverjumpoverthemoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>Kah Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042442853377019073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iE7_Wl80mHk/Sex-xvOCNrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vTzmCEUIQOo/S220/Image091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
