<?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-25044312</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:04:28.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....www.lydia.dot.net.tc....</title><subtitle type='html'>dennis save it.
thanks ha.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-350252221235510661</id><published>2009-05-26T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:25:55.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>iono just felt like posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that ive satisfied my sudden urge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-350252221235510661?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/350252221235510661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=350252221235510661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/350252221235510661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/350252221235510661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-6999163342059312294</id><published>2008-08-26T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:05:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT's BACK!</title><content type='html'>AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lydia.dot.net.tc/"&gt;http://www.lydia.dot.net.tc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye blogspot! till the next time something goes wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-6999163342059312294?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/6999163342059312294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=6999163342059312294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/6999163342059312294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/6999163342059312294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-back.html' title='IT&apos;s BACK!'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-6692058745956726344</id><published>2008-08-24T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:07:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day.</title><content type='html'>just watched the Beijing Olympics closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on a new layout for my blog. it's so darn funny. the funniest layout ive ever created to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-6692058745956726344?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/6692058745956726344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=6692058745956726344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/6692058745956726344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/6692058745956726344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-1106705123277771315</id><published>2008-08-23T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:14:14.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's down again.</title><content type='html'>HI. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;after what? 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;And i thought i wouldnt ever come back to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. lydia.dot.net.tc is down again. for quite some time now though. cos everyone's too lazy to do anything about it at the moment HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to reactivate this blog cos I kinda miss blogging. and cos there's nothing much else to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus i sit here, with Josh Groban's beautiful tenor voice serenading through the night. HAHA ok fine. in my room. sigh. his voice is so gorgeous. can't wait for the Chess the Musical's CD and DVD. Josh, Idina Menzel, Kerry Ellis and Adam Pascal on one CD. OMG. sigh. i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;the new place is.. ok i guess. i mean.. can sleep, can eat, it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;except.. the traffic at the main road is horribly noisy. doesnt help that im a VERY light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;and the kois are always hungry. geez.&lt;br /&gt;AND the internet at night is crazy. dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna be rather eventful i guess.&lt;br /&gt;like.. for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the bronze medal table tennis match yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;expected. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so random tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's recap today. i have a feeling it's gonna be a rather short recap for a seemingly long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my morning was perfectly fine. i woke up feeling rather optimistic about today. i washed up and went down for breakfast. was eating and thinking and being grateful for the breakfast and for the wonderful weather, until a false accusation was made at me, which i shall not bring up again because it'll just make me mad again. i hate it when people make assumptions. sigh. what a way to spoil the day.&lt;br /&gt;that caused a break down to occur &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(somewhere else where no one can see me, of course, lest i would get a scolding for breaking down. hey. im human. but some people just don't understand)&lt;/span&gt;and a foul mood to linger on throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? short. but all in all, it was a rather miserable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i be deep for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind and soul have been very frustrated these days. or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i ask for peace and guidance to be found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent slept peacefully in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-1106705123277771315?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/1106705123277771315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=1106705123277771315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/1106705123277771315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/1106705123277771315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-down-again.html' title='It&apos;s down again.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114597707605491544</id><published>2006-04-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:57:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="60"&gt;IT'S BACK!! wahaha..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to &lt;a href="http://www.lydia.dot.net.tc"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; thanks!! hahaha bye bye stupid blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114597707605491544?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114597707605491544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114597707605491544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114597707605491544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114597707605491544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-back-wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114580586386058093</id><published>2006-04-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:59:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz..</title><content type='html'>hi. back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i say something? though this may seem senseless to the readers of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off insensitive bitch. don't have to remind me of the mutant that i am. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i dreamt of Avril Lavigne singing "Oh Suzanna".. that's TOTALLY weird. even if it's a fact that she actually did sing country before she became famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i still havent really written my second song.. NO INSPIRATION!!!! argh~! this is bad this is bad this is bad... haiz... THIS IS SOOOOOOO BAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be the start of a new week. =( it's disturbing. haiz. i sense a breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?!argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i had macs for breakfast, duck guo tiao for lunch and chinese food at a restaurent at IMM for dinner. lol. and im gonna have strudel for breakfast tomorrow.. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i can feel brain juice seeping out of my head. haiz..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i feel like stoning right now. haiz. no responsibilities. no one to tell me what to do. no chance of failure. i need space. bleh. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically. ive been feeling really really tied down. haiz. wadever. i can't stand this. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fail grade 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's gonna suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity the examiner. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114580586386058093?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114580586386058093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114580586386058093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114580586386058093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114580586386058093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/haiz_23.html' title='haiz..'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114571951631888927</id><published>2006-04-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:27:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>haha im back! after a sumptous dinner at my cousin's.. pasta.. ba kut teh... fried chicken wings...  yummy~! oh and i had swensen's ice cream cake too!! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... havent blogged since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was basically wasted. the guy came down, my network's working properly. but my bro's still trying to get the server running. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking out freaking out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i'm still deciding whether to write a new song or to work on one that i already have. haiz. AND. i'm wondering how different i should make the two mixes. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man~ im playing wheel of fortune on msn messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna go. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a terribly short entry. ive got lots to sya but.. not gonna type it out today haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114571951631888927?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114571951631888927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114571951631888927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114571951631888927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114571951631888927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114554434873722179</id><published>2006-04-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:12:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>haiz.. responsibilities and expectations suck. haiz. i wonder if i made the wrong decision. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i hate the REMT assignment. individual and 2 songs?!!! oh man~ that's killing me. haiz.. i think im gonna have to start writing a new set of lyrics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i dun wanna do 2 ballads. bleh. or at least that's wad i see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first. i gotta have inspiration. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i wonder... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no time to wait for inspiration to come~! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz oh well. i guess i'll have to crack my brains. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll keep this entry short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed out. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114554434873722179?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114554434873722179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114554434873722179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114554434873722179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114554434873722179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114545932909377507</id><published>2006-04-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:08:49.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM~!</title><content type='html'>bah. didnt blog yesterday. cos i was too bored to blog haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i am too bored to blog today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were no lessons today. but i went back to meet the juniors. i find them... no comments.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's MUST test tml. sian. i have no idea if im studying the right stuff. haiz oh well. and i hope i don't make any careless mistakes. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's gonna be such a long LONG day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. there's a fucking virus in my com. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... wad should i blog about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian. i wanna write a new song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. as TH has said. no time~ and.. im kinda creatively dry right now. blah. it's such a horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. saw the concert dvd. i think i kinda sucked. and i sounded a lil constipated lah~! omg.. haiz. oh well.. the PA didnt like me, the mic didnt like me. my voice didnt like me. but the overall sound quality wasn't that good anyway. everything sounded so blaring.. if u get wad i mean.. like.. to the point where it hurts your ears. well.. at least mine.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. 5 hours of REMT[recording and mixing techniques] tml. 5 freaking hours!!!! argh. have to smell his perfume for 5 hours. *pukes* wonder wad we're gonna do tomorrow. and i so love the assignment. well.. at least wad i heard about it. =.=|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i miss recording. haha.. can't wait to touch the mics and mixer!! er.. ok. maybe not hahha... but recording's kinda fun lah. if u noe what u're doing. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i heard that he's doing compression yet again. yes. AGAIN. tomorrow. BAH. can't we do something else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i dunno wad to write already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best in tml's test! hey! that rhymes!! hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114545932909377507?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114545932909377507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114545932909377507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114545932909377507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114545932909377507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/boom.html' title='BOOM~!'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114528249571171746</id><published>2006-04-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:01:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school</title><content type='html'>bah. wasnt as good as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think business of music is gonna be interesting haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... math.. logarithms, exponantial.. they are all gonna kill me. and microsoft excel's gonna get on my nerves. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's MUST, MIDI, BUS and math tomorrow. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wednesday will be a break! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i have no idea wad to write today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my fingers seem longer. i dunno if it's my imagination running wild. haha. ti most likely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blardy blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short entry today. drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna try n get that scholarship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114528249571171746?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114528249571171746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114528249571171746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114528249571171746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114528249571171746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114519813145162349</id><published>2006-04-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:35:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. false alarm. [candice! see lah! u and ur big mouth] it didnt come back again. ok it did. for a few seconds. hahhaha.. but lydia.dot.net.tc will be back. BAH. mean while, i shall post here. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sunday. tml's monday. first day of school. i think i should sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bukit panjang plaza to have breakfast and then spent the rest of the day at home watching southpark hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results from some aura test from tickle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a Sapphire vibe. &lt;br /&gt;People with blue auras feel everything strongly - you tend to get a little emotional at the drop of a hat. You're also deeply spiritual and introspective. Matters of the heart, mind, and soul are important to you, and your waters run as deep as the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing by nature, you're likely a loving, supportive caring person. That's why friends, family, and co-workers adore you. They know you're a good listener and always have great advice and a shoulder for them to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, if we had to find a fault, it's that you can be a tad too self-sacrificing. Remember that it's okay to say no sometimes. You forgive everyone else their weaknesses, so go ahead and forgive yourself for a little well-deserved selfishness. Indulge your creative side and do something arty, or just take a break from being the world's counsellor. You'll come back refreshed and ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.. how true is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114519813145162349?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114519813145162349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114519813145162349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114519813145162349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114519813145162349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114511340833108344</id><published>2006-04-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:03:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday plus one.</title><content type='html'>wad a day. haiz. and it's only saturday. BAH. this week end sure is long~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up so early today. =( breakfast was prata. lunch was chicken rice. dinner? ate at a chinese restaurent at JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i bought new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was not in a good mood almost the whole day. and it's because im spending most of my time rotting away in my room and with the brat. who, was irritating as always. argh. such a long weekend and yet, i can't touch the piano~!!!! HAIZ. this is sooooooo idiotic. argh. inconsiderate people. then why should i be considerate? maybe i should rebel and play on the piano as much as i want to, even though i know i'll be screamed at/beaten up etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's probably gonna be the same. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's so monotonous these days. i need change. bah. im starting to feel really cramped and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad school's starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna noe what the heck's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about why god's sometimes so unfair yet nice at the same time. take me as an example. most of you don't know how many things are actually wrong with me. as in.. physically. bah. but im not gonna say anything here. for the sake of everyone. and of course there's the usual family stuff, other personal problems, shit that happens all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but amidst all that, there are so many good things in life that makes going through it so much easier. so much inspiration, love and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that leads to dreams. dreams so big, they seem impossible. dreams that are so near yet so far. they are accomplishable yet there's just this one big barrier that's almost impossible to break. haiz. and that barrier lies there because of all the shit that happens. they cause other problems that make tables turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn a hundred and eighty degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to go through all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i'm still grateful for all that's given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i wish life was kinder. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The river runs and the river hides/ Out to the ocean and under the sky/ I promise you the answer will come/ Hold on to patience and watch for the sign "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114511340833108344?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114511340833108344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114511340833108344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114511340833108344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114511340833108344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-plus-one.html' title='Good Friday plus one.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114502472938497187</id><published>2006-04-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:25:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friday was.. ok i guess. i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... went to watch ice age again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i await the horrible taste of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching south park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114502472938497187?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114502472938497187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114502472938497187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114502472938497187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114502472938497187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114494315598761009</id><published>2006-04-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:12:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freakin' out</title><content type='html'>guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just another boring day. woke up late, watched south park and lizzie mcguire, listened to my windows media player playlist, set corrinne may on repeat mode, sing to myself, practiced grade 8 pieces, figured out some piano parts from a few pop songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz that reminds me. july's approaching. im so dead. grade 8! grade 8!! im gonna fail grade 8~!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHh~ im freakin' out! school's starting! no practice time!! ahhhhhhhhhhh~! assignments! concert! exam!! EXAM!! GRADE 8 ExAM!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPP~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this was all a huge mistake. maybe i wasnt cut out to do music. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to doubt myself. did i make the right choice? what will i do if i don't get anywhere?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... i really am freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that my exam's on my birthday. it'll be such a blessing man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. anyway. *ahem* back to the me that i know most of the time. bored and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. oh yes. anna emailed us today.. how nice of her.. aw.. haha.. wished her all the best lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna blog surf now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. entries getting shorter again. i wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114494315598761009?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114494315598761009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114494315598761009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114494315598761009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114494315598761009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/freakin-out.html' title='freakin&apos; out'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114485392471263800</id><published>2006-04-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:22:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz.</title><content type='html'>haiz. hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. i think that brat's taking after my mum. that's bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads with that man.. you don't treat me like a human only when you need help with your chinese composition ok. haiz. and please. all you do is hog the comp the whole fucking day. and play violent games that resemble CS [counter strike] . and when you come up to me and ask me for help with your homework and i tell you that it's because u're playing the whole day that you don't get to finish your homework, you deny it. and get all upset. and throw a stupid tantrum. and walk away and write a lousy essay. and when you dunno how to write the words, you're suddenly all nice again. aw.. how sweet. BLAH. and when i don't know how to write them and ask you to go check the dictionary, your mood swings take place again. COME ON. im not a walking encyclopedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. congratz to candice! guess ur faith did pay off huh. hahaha... way to go! sashimi on wednesday! hahaha...told u everything will turn for the better haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... hope my cuz had a better day today. yesterday was really really suay for him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was boring. yes. again. rot the whole day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. oh yes. i found a vocal remover! so maybe now i'll be able to finish that score!! wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. tml's thurs already. the hols are coming to an end. school's starting. wee! like finally.. oh.. the labs have all been converted to mac labs. =( that's bad. im a mac noob. haiz. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a feeling math lessons are gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* im tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha guess im gonna go back to watching south park! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!!&lt;div 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Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114476997875574451</id><published>2006-04-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:00:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzup?</title><content type='html'>haiz.. the question's still in my head. should i go?! will they pay?! haiz... 270 000... so much... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. the day was pretty boring. nothing much really happened. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i had a really bad dream. i woke up in tears ok.. haha.. that was how bad it was.. hopefully, it doesnt happen. haiz... if it does, id prolly be disowned. which is.... bad. and good. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's wednesday already. school's on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i have no idea wad to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114476997875574451?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114476997875574451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114476997875574451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114476997875574451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114476997875574451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/zzup.html' title='zzup?'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114468193695576724</id><published>2006-04-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:12:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian.</title><content type='html'>haiz.. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. it looks like my blog maybe back very soon. let's see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway, short summary of today. dental appointment, ice age 2. hahaha... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys wanna noe wad im thinking about now? im thinking about wad it would be like to die. to leave this body. to be unable to experience the world anymore. how will that feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shant go into that. my mind's filled with stuff. it'll freak you guys out haha..&lt;br /&gt;but it's worth giving it a thought haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other thing that has been stuck in my head ever since forever is.. what am i gonna do with my future? maybe i should bum around for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm not a bad idea. den i would die without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. put that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to improve my melody writing skills. i think my melodies suck. blah. im gonna improve on them. eee... yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;i know im not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i try to improve.&lt;br /&gt;but how far can i go?&lt;br /&gt;will i ever make it?&lt;br /&gt;what does it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future's so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in it's time..&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't get anywhere, at least i would have tried.&lt;br /&gt;and failed.&lt;br /&gt;which may not be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still the question lies in my head.&lt;br /&gt;should i go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114468193695576724?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114468193695576724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114468193695576724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114468193695576724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114468193695576724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/sian.html' title='sian.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114459416285076744</id><published>2006-04-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:17:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK.</title><content type='html'>ok today was spent in the cemetaries till about 3. full stop. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw wee siong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive got a fucking ulcer in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive got a dental appointment tml. at 9am~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... one more week before school reopens. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. today was fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always end up crying on sundays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you give me life? or was it some freak accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just leave me alone to my dumbness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you hurl abuses at us when the mistake was YOURS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you whack my brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you just leave him alone too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did he do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is arguing for your rights wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is stating an opinion wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or are you just GUILTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do you not know that we're human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you ever learn to appreciate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you take a look at your DEAREST brat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you really know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that he's not who he is in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you notice anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you realise anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you really know me that well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you really know my bro that well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you really know that brat that well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you ever look beneath the surface and see the true sides of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you never wondered why you don't have many friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who's losing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. you're making my blog depressing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's not gonna be so bad. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114459416285076744?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114459416285076744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114459416285076744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114459416285076744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114459416285076744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/freak.html' title='FREAK.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114450824231889075</id><published>2006-04-08T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:57:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see...</title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spent on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;watching south park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i wish u'd just disappear. leave me alone. don't push to me anymore responsibilities that i just can't take. since you know how much i can't be trusted, then why the fuck did you gimme that responsibility and then later scold me for getting it all messed up? you should know how dumb i can get. you should know. cos to you, im always dumb. well, maybe i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please. be nice to those around you. all the time. not only when you need to use us for some shit thing that you wanna do. don't make them suffer under the awkwardness that you always create. always. haiz. can't stand you. and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and when you receive help, appreciate it. dun go about pointing out how stupid we are. cos one day, retribution will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should try helping you one day. then you'll realise how difficult it is. how fearful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that if i said all this to you, u'd scream and shout and most prolly try to fight your case and hurl wadever beautiful vocabulary you have at me. and then you'll go on to take it out on whoever and wadever's near you. and then, u'd prolly hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i never said anything. no one has ever said anything. even people who know you are telling me to give in to you. make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sacrifice my own. keep everything to myself, no matter how full the bottle is. tell everyone who asks that everything's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go on. no one's stopping you. everything's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. ok enough. i think im starting to bore you guys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. yea im still watching south park now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be so boring. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will never see how much fear adds up when you're around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114442419698902459</id><published>2006-04-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:40:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title.</title><content type='html'>im back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. this morning was like... =.=||| haha...&lt;br /&gt;went to school with TH today. in hope that we would be able to get a studio to ourselves. but.. the studios were locked, comtech was under renovation, and when we approached the comtech person, all we got was that they had to upgrade the SOFTWARE that's in the mac, which is of high possibility, protools. haiz.. please. all we needed was the piano or keyboard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we made a wasted trip there. lol. so i decided to go check out the Ice Age 2 timings and TH decided to go home but i didnt watch cos it was too late. lol.. so i decided to go for lunch at macs and sit there and write songs to pass some time. oh. i met edward there. after that, i decided to walk around before heading for piano lesson. met yong qi, who screamed in my face. literally. like "AAAAHHHHH!!" haha! typical her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i headed for piano lesson. my lesson time's 2. i reached at 1.30. =/ oh great. so early. ended up sitting outside the studio for about 15 minutes or so before going in before my teacher came. lol.. yes yes.. i put that stuff on my hands.. and it kinda stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did aural today. was ok i guess. so many singing parts. bleh. but it was cool i guess. well... kinda. not much of playing today. but my ears were not on form today. haha.. hmm.. if there is such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so.. that was basically my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that im writing more than i did in my temporarily down blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how im feeling right now. or rather, this is wad ive been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"many days i've spent / drifting on through empty shores / wondering what's my purpose / wondering how to make me strong" - Journey, Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they say it's hard to make it / in this part of town / so many people on this merry go round" - Everything In It's Time, Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes.. ive been questioning again.. but no long passages of deep thinking tonight. haha.. well.. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if anyone is wondering, no. Angela Zhang didnt write the song "Journey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be yet another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday's gonna be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with all things aside, haiz.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go ahead with the plans that i have in mind? having second thoughts. maybe i wasnt cut out to do this. besides, $$$'s gonna be a problem. especially with whatever's coming up. haiz.. id gladly give up the operation. really. just to save that amount of money. oh well... maybe im meant to fulfil other smaller more insignificant purposes in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, i'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"salt water wells in my eyes" - Julian Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114442419698902459?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114442419698902459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114442419698902459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114442419698902459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114442419698902459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/title.html' title='title.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114433682024850964</id><published>2006-04-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:20:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bored. damn bored.</title><content type='html'>and tomorrow's gonna be hell. bleh. i hate this. haiz. can't i ever be prepared for piano lesson? bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what i should do tml morning.. and after piano.. haiz sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that im writing songs that.. are revolving less around relationships. as in BGR kinda relationships. haha yay.. that's good. haha.. i've always wanted to move out of the usual relationship stuff and go on to write on some other stuff that's more unusual. yep. so i guesss it's good that ive started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the music industry in singapore, i can't help but be proud and disappointed and afraid at the same time. i don't think this needs much of elaboration does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will someone be considered a good songwriter?&lt;br /&gt;how many of us will make it as musicians, or people in the music industry?&lt;br /&gt;what will we be like 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;was this a right choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those questions just popped from my head haha.. oh well. perhaps they'll be answered one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday we are one step closer to who we're gonna be. the journey there's gonna be difficult, wearing and sometimes depressing. but amidst all that, there will most definitely be the fun and positive moments that will be treasured forever. hold on all the precious memories, let them light the way. look beyond the horizon and keep walking. have faith. we'll get there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i just write that? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! can i ask you a question? who am i to you? haha and.. who do you think is the real me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. that's something worth thinking about but i doubt anyone's gonna bother. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deception. lies. masks. disguises. [ reminds me of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", but nevermind haha. ] cover ups. the mockery of the forced behaviour of people with high social status. [ reminds me of Wole Soyinka's "Telephone Conversation", but again, nevermind haha] why? and the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i have no idea why i typed the last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i should stop before this entry goes totally random. haha... wad should i do now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. this entry really is kinda random. haha.. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114433682024850964?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114433682024850964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114433682024850964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114433682024850964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114433682024850964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored-damn-bored.html' title='im bored. damn bored.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114424760223433846</id><published>2006-04-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:33:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i can say is: corrinne may rocks. haha.</title><content type='html'>i think most of you already got the idea, but she's good lah. haha. her lyrics never fail to inspire me. haha.. her melodies make me wonder. her voice is like wow.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe it's cos im listening to her now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... let's see.. ok today was boring. i woke up thinking that i had something on today but i never really figured out wad.. haha.. so i guess it's just me! hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candice asked a question that kinda set me thinking haha... why am i always so calm? i know it's just a small thing, but it's big enough to make me start thinking about it for a while hahaz... maybe it's just me. maybe it's my nature. maybe i was born like that. maybe life had mould me into this kinda person. i dunno.. why?? hahaz.. maybe i just don't see a point in getting all worked up or excited about stuff sometimes.. haha... why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's another question. see? im thinking again. why do i think so much? haha.. again, maybe i was born like that. or maybe it's literature classes that have helped me become a more observant and internally curious person. and also, literature has always been about looking beyond the written lines.. well.. most of it. sometimes a rose is just a rose. sometimes it's not. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songwriting adds on to my deep thinking too! haha... have to search ever nook and cranny and drain and squeeze and tap all the inspiration that is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. oh well.. all i can do is live life and yea. be myself. haha. if i ever get the chance to. oh and.. peek into the lives of others as well. for inspiration sake haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. sometimes being observant and thinking deep is good. haha..the little things in life can be so amusing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall throw in something tonight. here's the chorus to one of my songs haha.. i havent named it yet. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories are told everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;The wind whispers&lt;br /&gt;The baby cries&lt;br /&gt;And the streets bear footsteps of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen with your heart and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The hidden tales&lt;br /&gt;The little lines&lt;br /&gt;Everything else that's still untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i think it needs a lil refining. right? im sure u think so too. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night is still young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i made a capo out of a pencil and some string!! hahaha... talk about being economic. haha.. fine. maybe im just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it! till tomorrow nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114424760223433846?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114424760223433846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114424760223433846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114424760223433846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114424760223433846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-i-can-say-is-corrinne-may-rocks.html' title='all i can say is: corrinne may rocks. haha.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114416540461139024</id><published>2006-04-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:43:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>hey.. im back. and i have no idea wad to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i got into the GEM that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad am i gonna do tml?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should... rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. why am i typing one-liners today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos i really have no idea wad to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just goes to show how boring life is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's still wet. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking. wad am i to do after dmat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114416540461139024?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114416540461139024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114416540461139024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114416540461139024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114416540461139024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114407674968126638</id><published>2006-04-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:05:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody kill me.</title><content type='html'>hmmm... guess wad. monday's almost over. tml's the day to register for GEMS. blah. wadever. hopefully everyone gets into the class they wanna get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was boring man... didnt do much. woke up late, went back to sleep a few hours later. woke up again, had macs for lunch. watched Discovery Channel and did a lil songwriting. watched Lizzie Mcguire, did a lil song writing. then i tried to figure out the guitar part for one of Corrinne's songs. after that, we had steamboat for dinner. again. finished yesterday's leftovers. =/ so.. that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? my life can be summed up in a paragraph. how eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe i sound kinda moody today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;-- oh look. a sign of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114407674968126638?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114407674968126638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114407674968126638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114407674968126638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114407674968126638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/somebody-kill-me.html' title='somebody kill me.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114398740714155431</id><published>2006-04-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:16:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>today's sunday. just another sunday turned horrible. blah. wadever. why can't i ever have a peaceful quiet sunday? it just has to start early and be horribe all the way through doesnt it? haiz. oh well. im so not gonna talk about my day. it just sucks. really. you make my sundays teary and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i think i found the kinda music that i really should go into. =D maybe God's telling me that my primary instrument's still the best for me. haha.. or maybe it's just me thinking so. haha.. piano driven music. synthesizers, electric guitars and basses arent everything. but they're still something. haha.. yay. ok now to work on singing and playing at the same time. =/ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... im gonna... practice as much piano as i can tomorrow. and.. be as unbored as i possibly can. haha. which i foresee will be kinda impossible but haha.. it doesnt hurt to try lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dee dum.. it's kinda stuffy in here.. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. id like to share this set of lyrics with you guys. haha.. have um.. a good laugh. but it's a cool set of lyrics. haha.. light hearted and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I Kissed You - Corrinne May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would fireworks fly&lt;br /&gt;Would angels sing with lollipops&lt;br /&gt;Would dinosaurs cry&lt;br /&gt;Would babies all gurgle in laughter and surprise&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;What would michelangelo say&lt;br /&gt;Would he still have sculpted David&lt;br /&gt;Would we be immortalised in clay&lt;br /&gt;Would the poets write of love like ours&lt;br /&gt;Would John Donne have his say&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i'll never know if i never try&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to grab you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;Would you lose track of time&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel a surge of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Running up your spine&lt;br /&gt;Would you run naked in the street&lt;br /&gt;with a tattoo of my name on your behind&lt;br /&gt;If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;oh, If i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if i kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... "would you run naked in the streets/ with a tatoo of my name on your behind".. hahaz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114398740714155431?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114398740714155431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114398740714155431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114398740714155431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114398740714155431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114390925408337322</id><published>2006-04-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:34:58.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa.</title><content type='html'>hey guys.. damn shagged right now. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm let's see. i woke up at 6.30am in the morning just to get ready to go to sentosa haha.. and i was outta my house by 7.20am. haha.. and since my dear friend was really late, i decided to go get breakfast for the bth of us. aw.. how sweet.. haha... ok wadever. so i bought mac. and then we walked and ate along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at swiss late. haha.. but soon we were on our way to sentosa. and gosh was the trip there a noisy one or wad! those people were screaming and shouting in the bus! =.= man... i was lucky i brought my discman along. and guess the cd! haha.. corrinne may. hahaha... so i put on her music and yea. before i knew it, we were at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. there were a few minor crop ups at the beginning, but i guess it was all sorted out and stuff. and the game was started. yea. for those of you who don't know, it's something like the Amazing Race. you get the idea. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad. i really ended up sitting in Delifrance for a while. haha.. yep. had a chicken sandwich! heehee! yum yum! and so yea. we [ my cher, my friend and me] ate our.. er... food. haha.. there. yea. and my cher was too lazy to start marking her math papers. so we left Delifrance and took the beach train over to Billabong! haha.. she had to buy a present for her nephew. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt buy anything there. and.. i saw this billabong white coloured jacket. and it was cool and - i wanted it. but. it cost a bomb. =( oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. went to the next few shops to take a look too. nothing. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. here comes the lame part. the two of them [my cher and my friend] decided that taking the new ride up to the new Imbiah Watch Tower and coming down the hill on this go-cart thing was fun. and thus they went without me AND without their barang barang, which meant i was there, at the foot of the hill, taking care of their belongings while they went and rode the dumb rides. =.=||| and going up and down the hill costed them about.. 16 bucks? =.= man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. after that, we decided to be nice people and head for 7-11 to buy last minute prizes for the winning teams. haha.. bought.. tolberone, M&amp;Ms with peanuts and M&amp;Ms without peanuts haha... ok. we were going on tight budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so they completed their lil race and the prizes were given out and we had BK for lunch. but because i was so full, i didnt eat. haha.. yep. blah blah blah... and we went back to the school. hahahaha... fast forward lah. the journey there was the same as the journey back! so... yea. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when evening came, i went over to my cousin's to celebrate her birthday haha.. but most of it's boring. i was nearly falling asleep. haha... yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee! that's all! ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114390925408337322?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114390925408337322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114390925408337322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114390925408337322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114390925408337322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/04/sentosa.html' title='sentosa.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114382028978294311</id><published>2006-03-31T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:55:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano lesson and kbox</title><content type='html'>hello!! im back. and the day has been.. satisfactory i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i spent the first half of the day sleeping really. was supposed to wake up at 8.30, but i totally missed the alarm. i don't know why. hahaha... so.. yea. i missed it and ended up waking at 11. darn. there goes my mcdonalds breakfast. hahaha... so i didnt have breakfast, i didnt have lunch. i didnt have dinner yesterday either. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so i went for piano lesson today. and.. she was kinda sick. flu i think haha.. oh well. went through the first 2 pieces. well.. 1 and a.. 1/4 pieces hahaha... hmmm... yea. i think im not going to actually have enough time to practice. considering the stupid time table that we have, and the months that i hve left and the heavy workload that's coming our way and the concert. this is bad. what am i to do?! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! there was this funny thing. they were carrying out preventions for the hand-foot-mouth disease and everyone in the school had to put this lotion thing that was kinda ewwy and had a sticky aftertouch but also had a cooling sensation hahaha... so my teacher kinda brought in the huge bottle and an air spray form of that thing. so she sprayed the air and pumped me one pump of that.. thing hahaha... weird. and the cooling sensation like made my hands kinda clammy for a while haha... so my fingers were like.. =/ a little stiff and stuff. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to kbox to like meet some peeps and er.. join them. haha.. yes. and it was so cheena. haiz. great. ok. i was damn bored inside haha... drank ice lemon tea, listened to the boybands i couldnt stand and a sucky rendition of Avril Lavigne's Complicated. like come on! the mtv was cows, grass and scenic views! and the person singing wasnt even Avril. =.=||| spoiling her name. went out to buy a scales book from Yamaha when i was really bored. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so i was there till 6+? yea. and then i bought dinner. caifan. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after dinner i was stuck in front of the computer again. haha.. but i got to download and watch an interview with Corrinne May on Channel News Asia that was aired months ago i think. so that was pretty cool. haha... learnt quite a bit from the interview. haha... so i still insist that she's a great singer songwriter. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i'm going to sentosa tomorrow! yay! id prolly be stuck in Delifrance but wad the heck. den it's song writing time!! wahaha.. yes. im gonna complete one tomorrow. =D yay.. im a happy girl.. can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. outta here. sleeping! hahaz... and awaiting tomorrow! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114382028978294311?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114382028978294311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114382028978294311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114382028978294311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114382028978294311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/03/piano-lesson-and-kbox.html' title='piano lesson and kbox'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114373292565180672</id><published>2006-03-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:35:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=||| haiz.. im back.</title><content type='html'>sian. everytime i blog i have to see this stupid screen. bleh. id very much prefer lydia.dot.net.tc ... bleh. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. hmmm...i spent the day watching tv, rotting, going online, practicing piano, being bored hahaha... nothing much really. and i only had one meal. hahaha... hmmm.. if u consider cup noodles a meal that is. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i finished one song i think.. yesterday? hahaz.. and im halfway through one today =D haha... the joy. ok wadever. haha.. i think im getting better. even TH says so hahaha... teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... oh and i finally got hardworking enough to start compiling my songs in a book. hahaz.. so proud of myself. yay! hahaz.. shall continue later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i wonder who actually will read all the posts i posted today hahaha... it's kinda long. like.. LONG.. and that's one thing i dun like. this stupid layout goes on and on and on and on.. till i dunno where. all the way down. BLAH. i can't stand this. and there's nothing i can do. can't even save myself by adding an iFrame. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. there's piano lesson tomorrow. that's bad. hahaz.. not enough improvement. haiz.. im gonna waste time there again. and my fingers have been going funny these few days. =/ oh well... we'll see how i die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for those who havent noticed, i think thurs is gonna kill us next sem. 5 hours of REMT *faints* ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! sian. have to change piano time again. argh. haiz. why does friday have to end so late?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. im so bored. tml's gonna be a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night's still young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114373292565180672?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114373292565180672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114373292565180672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114373292565180672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114373292565180672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/03/haiz-im-back_30.html' title='=.=||| haiz.. im back.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114371478933120721</id><published>2006-03-30T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:33:09.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST FEW INTERNETLESS DAYS *LONG ENTRY*</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="lime"&gt;march 12 sunday, 8.56pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. guess i didnt make it back that night huh. hahaz.. oh well. anyway, my internet's like totally down. =( i hate this. it's been... 24 hours or so. this is bad. it's so boring. bleh. oh well. at least i'll have more time to practice my piano. talk about looking on the bright side. =( haiz... yes. im blogging offline again. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok anyway, yesterday, my father's friends came over yet again to smoke up the place and pollute my house my noise. yes. im talking mahjong. and my dearest internet decided to break down then. haiz. wadever. so i was stuck in my room with nothing to do and bad air to breathe. hahaz.. i was so bored i smsed candice to tell her i was bored. hahaha! the first time was yanxi. now it's candice. hahaz... tian hwee.. watch out hahaha... right. ermz.. for the first time in many nights, i went to sleep at 9++ omg. hahaz.. yep. couldnt sleep that well though. cos of the freaking smoke that was infiltrating my room bleh. but it's ok.not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok. so today i woke up to the sound and smells of yesterday night. =.=||| yes. they were still playing. man.. haiz.. yep. went down to the coffeeshop for breakfast. and came up again to find them gone. thank God. hahaz.. but i was rotting again. hmm..practiced a little piano before all the noise from the TV, radio and wadever came into the picture. blah. if only i had a studio. oh well. at least i accomplished quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;afternoon. i didnt have lunch. my parents were sleeping. my lil bro was destroying this computer. i was in my other bro's room, ironing. ... ... not very glamorous. yea but at least i had company hahaz.. yep. so i kinda ironed my day away, chatting with Dennis and listening to CDs and 98.7fm. missed to Don and Drew show though. cos we had to go for dinner. bleh. and for three consecutive meals, we went to the same coffeeshop to eat. blah. wadever. and dinner, as usual, was boring. enough said. oh. i received good news fro candice while ironing. wee~! i can't wait till my internet connection's back! hahaz.. that kinda made my day. till dinner, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well. it's kinda early. but i have nothing much to do. haiz.. i guess i'll finish up my song then. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;wonder who's on msn now.. =( stupid internet. hopefully the singtel guy comes tomorrow. *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;enjoying corrinne may's "Angel in Disguise" now. hahaz.. it's a good song. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i guess i'll be gone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"take a look at the ordinary / don't need to look for paradise / you could be next to an angel in disguise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;9.21pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lime"&gt;march 13 monday, 9.14pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey im back!! and really bored to the core. bleh. this is bad. hahaz.. hmmm... so the singtel guy didnt come today. =( he'll be coming tomorrow. and hopefully, the problem will be solved tml. and hopefully, i won't be blogging a thrid offline entry tomorrow. haiz... *PRAYS* it's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm... guess what.. Dennis has gone to camp. now, i'm stuck with this brat who's gonna torment my already miserable internet-less life. argh. wadever. i wanna go out!!!!!!!!!! i wanna go online!!!!!!!! i wanna live!!!!!!!!! hahaz i noe this aint working very well. but wadever. hahaz... i have to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i've been wanting to complete a song this few internetless days. but guess wad! no inspiration! like yay~! =.=||| haiz. sad. i think im gonna grow moss very soon. wonder if i should wake up tml. hmmm.. oh yea. i wanna catch "lizzie mcguire" and "that's so raven". hahaz... yes. as you can see, im like &lt;font color="aqua"&gt;obviously totally utterly uselessly certainly outrageously undeniably unquestionably indisputably incontestably incontrovertibly irrefutably definitely indubitably absolutely BORED&lt;/font&gt;. heehee.. i think u guys get the point. hahahaha!! and.. all the words exist. hahaz.. i checked the spelling with microsoft words. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm... i think it's gonna be another early night tonight. bleh. *clears throat* "somebody save me..." =.=||| ok wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dum dee dum.. im gonna be over the moon if my internet's fixed tml. im gonna say hi to everyone on msn. im gonna announce my existance on this planet to the whole world!!! see what internet-less days have done to me? hahaha!! ive gone more insane den i usually am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok hmm... my day. actually it started out too early. at about 6am, i woke up to pee. hahaz... right. so i carried my soft toy dog from my bed down the stairs and saw that Dennis was awake packing his stuff getting ready for camp. so i went in and told him to take care of my dog for me while i went to pee. hahahaha... when i went back to his room, i had a really hard time getting out. hahaz... he wanted me to stay to keep him company till he went for camp. lol. but it's sooo early in the blardy morning!!! he's ruining my sleep!!! hahaz.. and he confiscated my dog!!! hahaz.. oh well. being too tired to fight, i lied on his bed and started crapping with him. besides.. he won't see me for the next 3 days! aw... hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and guess wad. we ended up playing with his handphone, which ahd a lie detector. hahaz... and it does work pretty well. but sometimes it doesnt. hahaz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, time passed and soon it was... 6.40 or so? i could go back to sleep!! but it's just because he found pinball more interesting. hahaz.. oh well. so i picked up my dog and went back to sleep. hahaz... aw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and then after a few hours, i heard the sound of "Red Alert 2" coming from my computer. yes. the brat had awoken. man... hahaz... ok so i grumbled a lil and he turned down the volume. hahaz... and i gave up and woke up again at.. 10.30? hahaz.. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh! breakfast was cool. i had campbell's cream of chicken!! hahaz... yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;yep. watched a movie while the brat was having tuition. hahaz nice movie. best of all, it was in french! "Le Choristes" hahaz... it just means "The Choir" hahaz.. but it's a nice movie. really. and there's this guy in the movie, the.. lead boy, i love his voice! hahaha.. man.. he can sing well.. hahaz...i've watched the movie twice and i still love it. hahaz... it's about how this musician turned supervisor actually set up a choir in a school for problematic boys. and he did quite a good job! hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;lunch was cool too! i had KFC!! Zinger rocks! and i love the way i eat my Zinger. hahaz... and for once, they had enough mayo in the cheese fries! yay.. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm... the rest of the day was spent practicing my piano, rotting and stuff. the normal everyday things. hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dinner was pathetic. oh well. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm... i just realised how much i wrote. hahaz... oh well. i have nothing better to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;9.51pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lime"&gt;march 15 monday, 5.12pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaz im back! and im really bored. didnt blog yesterday cause i was too busy enjoying the only computer with internet access. hahaha... and it ain't my computer! hahaha.. can't wait for the router to be repaired. then u guys can enjoy reading this whole chunk of crap. hahaz.. i wonder who will read till here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, yesterday was..kinda boring. and i wasn't feeling all that well. my stomach was giving me problems. i nearly fainted again. AND i thought the computer guy was going to come in the morning. but i WAITED. and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED.. until 5PM !!!!! omg. 5 pm!!! argh. anyway, im grateful he came. and he came without dinner. aw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ok. so while he was checking the stuff, i sat and watched and waited. and the brat had returned from the Zoo and bought my KFC. and he said that he was going to stay over at my uncle's. WOOHOO. that meant the internet all to myself for that night! wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the computer guy stayed till 9pm. man... hahaz... and then went home with my router and an empty stomach. yep. and i enjoyed KFC for dinner yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and for the first time in a long time, i chatted through the night! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;yep! today. the day started out with me, waking up to.... silence. hahaha duh. den i went online and then went over to my uncle's for lunch and then returned home to be bored. hahaz.. that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;what should i have for dinner?? hahaz oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh. Dennis is back! yay! civilisation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaz... outta here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;5.28pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="lime"&gt;march 16 Thursday, 5.35pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;u wanna noe something? I HATE LINKSYS. I HATE LOSING MY CONNECTION. I HATE THE SITUATION THAT I AM IN RIGHT NOW!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH~! I HATE IT HaTE IT HATE IT!!! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the dumb connection decided to go off again today. and now, i have to wait till SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!! omg. im gonna like die. haiz. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;haiz.. oh bother. i guess it's back to being more bored than i really always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;5.37pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114371478933120721?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114371478933120721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114371478933120721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114371478933120721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114371478933120721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-few-internetless-days-long-entry.html' title='THE FIRST FEW INTERNETLESS DAYS &lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;*LONG ENTRY*&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114371458320821321</id><published>2006-03-30T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:30:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post. haha.</title><content type='html'>haiz ok. i guess this will be it. BLEH. wadever. i really hope the internet breaks down again. then i can get my blog back. =( oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogless days have been really really boring. hahaz... and i think all ive been doing is sleeping, eating, going online, slacking, eating and growing sideways. yep. should i post wad i wrote during the first few internetless days here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... yea i should. hahaha okok wait wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114371458320821321?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114371458320821321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114371458320821321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114371458320821321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114371458320821321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/03/2nd-post-haha.html' title='2nd post. haha.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25044312.post-114370774536774981</id><published>2006-03-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:35:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this really is my last resort.</title><content type='html'>im so doing this out of desperation. im not going to change the template wad so ever cos i NOE that my blog WILL BE BACK. wahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys miss me? hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... ok im gonna make a final few adjustments, add my tag board in and.. yep. it'll be done. BLAH. i so want my blog back. sob sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25044312-114370774536774981?l=this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/feeds/114370774536774981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25044312&amp;postID=114370774536774981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114370774536774981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25044312/posts/default/114370774536774981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-my-last-resort.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-really-is-my-last-resort.html' title='this really is my last resort.'/><author><name>The Composer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15875926873678359740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
